d lorek Byrnison, for lorek . ected only  lofur Raknison, so sleek and po a deep sickness in  and fear combined.

    Sy, if you remember o you before...”

    turned y racted from target t for o slas  claws.

    “Yes? Yes?”

    “Remember, I said Id better go and speak to lorek Byrnison first, and pretend—”

    But before sence, tc it meant and took it up riump excitement. they had seen lorek.

    “Please?” Lyra said urgently. “Ill fool him, youll see.”

    “Yes. Yes. Go now. Go and encourage him!”

    lofur Raknison ement.

    Lyra left  ground, bare and clear as it le footprints in ted to let  bodies lumbered aside, t.  tc ill he snow.

    al, and in a flurry of snoood beside her.

    “Oerrible to o fig ready— youre tired and hungry, and your armors—”

    “ terrible thing?”

    “I told  on te to be like a person and  desperate. So I tricked o t I o desert you and be ead, but o figo make it  you figo just burn you up before you got close—”

    “You tricked lofur Raknison?”

    “Yes. I made   you instead of just killing you straigcast, and to do t, because—”

    “Belacqua? No. You are Lyra Silvertongue,” o fig.

    Come, little daemon.”

    S lorek Byrnison in tered armor, lean and ferocious, and felt as if   h pride.

    togeto ground lay flat and open at t of tered at ttlements, ood like a dense y we as of eyes and noses.

    t ones moved aside, making them.

    lorek ed across t ground from lofur Raknison. trodde