joined. For a second or so more, ill her own dear soul.

    Above ting of te a bank of scc lig moment in e life o be t by far.

    “ is going on here?”

    A ligopped.

    “ are you doing? And whis child—”

    S complete t instant she recognized Lyra.

    tear-blurred eyes Lyra sater and clutc a benciful and composed, gre ruck.

    “Lyra—” she whispered.

    ted from ugged Pantalaimon out from t alaimon pulled free of tous paumbled to Lyras arms.

    “Never, never,” so ing  to hers.

    togete coast. Dimly ser speaking to t s even interpret one of voice. And t eful room, and Mrs. Coulter  light.

    Mrs. Coulter laid ly on tigalaimon t srembling . A tender roked her head.

    “My dear, dear c s voice. “o be here?”