reat s told of anoto glide in a  continued to rise.

    “tians e to Bolvangar,” said Serafina Pekkala. “ty-taff, and t ligo every part of t still stood. to destroy it completely.”

    “ about Mrs. Coulter?”

    “No sign of her.”

    “And t all the kids safely?”

    “Every one. they are all safe.”

    Serafina Pekkala cried out in a cohe balloon.

    “Mr. Scoresby,” she rope, if you please.”

    “Maam, Im very grateful. ere still rising. I guess ake to pull us north?”

    “e are strong” was all she said.

    Lee Scoresby tacout rope to t gat itself  once six ced to, caugo pull, urging toar.

    As to move in t direction, Pan-talaimon came to perc as a tern. Rogers daemon came out to look, but crept back again soon, for Roger  asleep, as s.

    “So, Lyra,” said Serafina Pekkala. “Do you know wo Lord Asriel?”

    Lyra oniso take er, of course!” she said.

    Sion; it  motive, from so long ago t s forgotten it.

    “Or... to s it. ere going to  away.”

    But as s, it sounded absurd. Escape from Svalbard? Impossible! “try, anyly. “hy?”

    “I to tell you,” said Serafina Pekkala.

    “About Dust?”

    It  ted to know.

    “Yes, among ot you are tired no .

    ell talk when you wake up.”

    Lyra ya ing ya lasted almost a minute, or felt like it, and for all t Lyra struggled, s resist t and touco talaimon fluttered doo his sleeping place by her neck.

    tctled o a steady speed beside t as toward Svalbard.