lay doried to keep calm, but t of Jo o Farder Coram?

    And o kill to track her down?

    For t time, so feel a little sorry for herself.

    After a long time, trip of dried reindeer meat to c oug s in it. After c, s a little better. So ill ser ill tin and slipped it doo . Pantalaimon crept in as a mouse and pus as far do under ttom of her reindeer-skin legging.

    was done, sed, and soon so sleep.

    Sion of t s dazzling above  so pull t again. Siff and cold, but so pull  enougo see t tly bete at ts and into a y marketplace or an arena for some game or sport. It ly flat and smoote, and about a al fence.

    At ted. tside a loell, but s tunnels connected one part of tunnels  one side a stout metal mast  say  reminded her of.

    Before sake muc t rouged at to make till. A door opened in t came on overo find t.

    Lyras captor t rop letting go, and said sometures:  a Samoyed or a tartar.  icularly at Pantalaimon.

    to Lyra, “You speak English?”

    “Yes,” she said.

    “Does your daemon alake t form?”

    Of all ted questions! Lyra could only gape. But Pantalaimon ans in  t,  Pantalaimon  movement and spat as  on s wings.

    “I see,” said tone of satisfaction, as Pantalaimon returned to Lyras shoulder.

    tant, and took off a mitten to reaco a pocket. ook out a draring purse and counted out a dozen o ters hand.

    t carefully, eacaking  a back in ted to te arena and into ts, gatil to the dark beyond.

    the door again.