yrnison in his armor?”

    “I ime from tartars, arving —t unguska campaign; I fleook  o calculate t of t old boy by guess-o bank on finding ground gas under t  I could see  o go do gas out of t get airborne again  more. Any, armor and all.”

    “Mr. Scoresby, you knoartars make holes in peoples heads?”

    “O for tunguska campaign ured five tartars alive, and two.”

    “t to eacher?”

    “ts rig t part up a flap and expose t a little circle of bone out of t penetrate the scalp back over.”

    “I t t to their enemies!”

    “s a great privilege. t so talk to them.”

    “Did you ever anislaus Grumman?”

    “Grumman? Sure. I met one of eam artar tribes up t ter of fact, I t   of an initiation ceremony, but told me didnt kno.”

    “So...If artar, t have killed him?”

    “Killed hen?”

    “Yea. I sa o t Jordan College in Oxford. t, and all.”

    “?”

    “ell, tartars, ts ....But maybe it .”

    “It mig  he Scholars.”

    “I suppose ,” said Lyra tfully. “hem for money.”

    “And whe money?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Good trick to play. People are s; t like to look too close.”

    “Especially Scholars,” said Lyra.

    “ell, youd knoter t if t   tartars artar by adoption.”

    Lyra turned t over in s full of meaning flo around y, t, ty in ter, tctle tony Makarios; and the clockwork spy-fly; and lorek Byrnisons uncanny fencing...

    So Bolvangar.