l t; said the van driver.

    quot;Yea; muttered Lyra.

    quot;Everyt;

    quot;Move your feet and ; ill insisted.

    Shing broken.

    quot;S,quot; said ill. quot;Ill look after ;

    quot;Dyou knoruck driver.

    quot;Ser,quot; said ill. quot;Its all rig live around take ;

    Lyra ting up nourned tention back to t of traffic ationary ve past, t ttle scene, as people aler. t t ougo be o limp away.

    quot;ait!quot; s;Youll be nesses. I need your name and address.quot;

    quot;Im Mark Ransom,quot; said ill, turning back, quot;and my sisters Lisa. e live at ty-six Bourne Close.quot;

    quot;Postcode?quot;

    quot;I can never remember,quot; ;Look, I  to get ;

    quot;; said t;and Ill take you round.quot;

    quot;No, its no trouble. Itd be quicker to ;

    Lyra  limping badly. Srees, and turned at t corner to.

    t on a low garden wall.

    quot;You ?quot; ill said.

    quot;Banged me leg. And w s; she said.

    But s  inside it, broug a tle bundle , and unfolded it. ills eyes o see ter; tiny symbols painted around ting needle, took h away.

    quot;s t?quot; he said.

    quot;Its my aleter. Its a truteller. A symbol reader. I  ent broken....quot;

    But it  a;I never seen so many carts and t.quot;

    quot;t ;

    quot;Not so many. Not like t used to it. But Im all rig;

    quot;ell, be careful from no lost or somet from tart looking for t;

    o be. Finally ;All rigend youre my sister, tll