“If  no winds, we swelve hours or so.”

    “o land?”

    “It depends on try to avoid tures living t moves. If  you doerior, away from lofur Raknisons palace.”

    “s going to  to come back to Oxford, or  knoell   to pretend ill my uncle. I dont  all.”

    “  to go back to Oxford, Lyra. It seems t to be done in anot  o help him.”

    “ter!” Lyra said. “ter of Jordan gave it to me and I t ted to say about Lord Asriel, except  really  to poison o read it and see o make t I could  as good as anyone now.”

    “I dont kno tell. to us, and ts even from t high.”

    “ter ell me! I could read it now....”

    But it oo cold; so . Sig t to look ttle beloended from tcting on tars s and cold and hard as diamonds.

    “ you cold, Serafina Pekkala?”

    “e feel cold, but  mind it, because  come to  t feel ot tingle of tars, or t of all t on our skin. Its .” “Could I feel them?”

    “No. You ook your furs off. Stay wrapped up.”

    “c you dont look old at all.”

    “I am t chousand.

    One day, Yambe-Akka  is time to die.”

    “Are tches? Or only women?”

    “t trollesund. And take for lovers or oo young to understand t I sell you anyand it later: men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. e love tiful, clever; and t at once. t our s are continually racked c; and t. Our sons, too. tle boy is groil finally your  is broken. Per is wundra. Perco us.”

    “Did you love Farder Coram?”

    “Yes. Does ?”