t t tians er  t to kno soo. Lyra feared Mrs. Coulter and t about en.

    And  ers daemon, talaimon , o s, and particularly t of ter.

    And to be c o t, if nothing else.

    But   Mrs. Coulter. tians o stop and rest t all to s on Bolvangar. Jo Lee Scoresby migo fill ly) and go up to spy out t attended to tion of to be a fog; and sure enougopped, a t descended. Lee Scoresby kneent , t iculous order. t all, a volley of arro of the dark.

    tian men  do once, and died so silently t no one races or lay unexpectedly still did t men notice oo late, because more arro t irregular knocking sounds t came from up and doled into wood or frozen canvas.

    t to come to s er of tiff limbs moved to obey as yet more arroraigipped h.

    Lyra alaimon arget. Brus of o try and see y roar, and to t  smaserror and roars of bearise.

    But ians o defend t t (as even Lyra could see) made tter targets; and t easy to fire in gloves and mittens; ss, as against the ceaseless knocking rain of arrows.

    And more and more men fell every minute.

    O in anguis foresee t  so t, for ty snarl from Pantalaimon, and sometled at  of Lyra  ing ifling tens, tossing o anot doo t s all at once. ill s togeto muffle ily:

    “lorek! lorek Byrnison! help me!”

    But could  tell; s, cruso a o lurc reac  it ing over rouged, moutifled, sobbing range voices spoke around her.

    “Pan...”

    “Im ill...”

    ugged at til  the frozen air.

    “hey?” she whispered.