;So... w is ;

    quot;I t. I t t poroy s  s to voice it, maam. I . But I cant put togetory t makes sense of w ;

    Serafina sat quiet for a fes, absorbing horold had said.

    Before s on:

    quot;Course, anyone setting out to do a grand t arget of t saying. Itd be t gigantic blasps orial Court and sentenced to deat before and I s again; Id be afraid to speak it aloud to you if you  a c t makes sense, and noto find ty and kill ;

    quot;Is t possible?quot; said Serafina.

    quot;Lord Asriels life   like to say t do. But on t, Serafina Pekkala, yes, ark mad. If angels couldnt do it, o t it?quot;

    quot;Angels?  are angels?quot;

    quot;Beings of pure spirit, teac some of ted, and got flung out of o s t. t do it. And t a man, . But ion is limitless. o do  even dare to t orn open to anot? ? So  of me, Serafina Pekkala, I say   I t like ot o be possible, itd be done by ;

    quot;And ;

    quot;Ill stay . Ill guard till ells me different, or till I die.

    And no;

    quot;Im going to make sure t; s;It mig I o pass to kno you ill be ;

    quot;I  budge,quot; old her.

    Shorolds offer of food, and said good-bye.

    A minute or so later s silence ains. Sroubled, and to explain: every strand of moss, every icy puddle, every midge in   fear for t fear of oo, for so co, tter; Lord Asriels god  chhood?

    If s do it alone.

    quot;; s;e must talk to our sisters, Kaisa. ts are too big for us alone.quot;

    And toward L