she said.

    “Sure is. rap your friend in some furs before urns into an icicle. Its cold  its gonna get colder.” “how did you find us?”

    “itccs to talk to you.  clear of t our bearings and t and have a yarn.”

    “lorek,” said Lyra, “ted, and settled doo lick t meant t t ilted to one side, but t didnt matter. Roger  lorek Byrnison took no more notice of ented o t, just under anding, and peering o the swirling cloud.

    Only a feer t of togetill rising rapidly, soared on into the heavens.

    a sigly above t in a   of it. Great srembled and parted like angels ing; cascades of luminescent glory tumbled doo lie in serfalls.

    So Lyra gasped at t, and t almost more wondrous.

    As far as to tions, a tumbled sea of ended  a break. Soft peaks and vaporous c mostly it looked like a solid mass of ice.

    And rising t in ones and twos and larger groups as well came small black scheir branches of cloud-pine.

    tly,  any effort, up and too one side or anoto steer. And one of the archer whod saved Lyra from Mrs.

    Coulter, flely alongside t, and Lyra saime.

    Ser; and fair,  green eyes; and clad like all tcrips of black silk, but ens. So feel no cold at all. Around tle red floeed, and seemed to rein it in a yard from Lyras wondering gaze.

    “Lyra?”

    “Yes! And are you Serafina Pekkala?”

    “I am.”

    Lyra could see  before. ions.

    “ tcself t Lyra could  sound of it.

    “Yes. I got it in my pocket, safe.”

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