CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE BELVEDERE-2
ng o ter on tiles belohe sill.
quot;Greetings, Lyra,quot; ;Serafina Pekkala cant come to ters—a ing up over t you see t;
quot;No! e cant see em at all!quot;
quot;Already one c risk any more. Can you get do;
quot;If ;
quot;Enougrouble coming, and bigger. Get do you can and trees.quot;
tiles to tter. It le slope a Lyra jumped and trying to protect ing badly. railed beried to roll it up, t his side.
quot;Lyra, w; Kaisa said.
quot;Its ill. ;
quot;ers avoiding you?quot; tly to ill.
By time ill kno see them.
No, !quot; And ood up, struck by a t. quot;; ; one?quot;
ten paces a; said t;t to come any closer, ts obvious.quot;
ill took out t direction, and h surprise.
But ill couldnt do t a caken aback not so mucounding gracefulness, ty of so far from being young.
quot;Your name is ill?quot; she said.
quot;Yes, but—quot;
quot;ers afraid of you?quot;
quot;Because of t one? tell me! I to kill it!quot;
But Lyra came running before tch could answer.
quot;Serafina Pekkala!quot; scig tc loud, and kissed top of ;O? e o kill us—did you see t o die and—o Id never see
you again!quot;
Serafina Pekkala looked over Lyras o ering a little ill.
quot;Noen,quot; s;t far a. ters follo see us s a ;
And so to c figures rees.
quot;Oll be all rig Serafina Pekkalas ; said Lyra. quot;I never t Id see at t time, didnt s like b