t in the goose daemon.

    “Because of —” s peoples daemons a, to look. But its locked....”

    “I can open it,” said t  turn in the lock.

    “Go in carefully,” said the daemon.

    Lyra pulled open t talaimon ated and fearful, but   tco see o Lyras breast and taken sanctuary inside her furs.

    As soon as ed to t, Lyra saw why.

    In a series of glass cases on slike forms of cats, or birds, or rats, or otures, eacened and as pale as smoke.

    tccalaimon to  look! Dont look!”

    “h rage.

    Lyra explained fearfully about er tle tony Makarios, and looked over  tering foro t cries of pain and misery. In t from a lo of eacy one ony Makarios on it. ty ones oo.

    “I  to let to smas em out—”

    And so do it  t.”

    cronger. So do as he said.

    “e must make t to lock t tprints in t? And it must  till tians come. Noly as I say: take a ell you, blotle of it against eacurn.”

    Sside. Roger and Billy ill on guard, and till a noise of ser from te or so had gone by.

    S poo do as ttle snoc t of the cage came open.

    ed t of t one, and ttered out, but fell to tenderly bent and nudged  aggering and confused. Pantalaimon leaped doo comfort her.

    Lyra es every daemon rying to speak, and tered around  and even tried to pluck at aboo ell alaimon  a beat.

    “No run back and mingle ians are coming as fast as t o find tly, “But t prints youve made; Ill cover them up. hurry now....”

    “Oc t dreaming w?”

    “Yes, c