“Not yet. Lord Asriel  be dining  o break out in t s . But later?” “Shh! Someones coming.”

    S up and put o t ler, coming to trim ter o. t by anbar-ic po ter napiring Room. t c in ters lifetime.

    tler trimmed t anotened carefully at to a and. urned, making ried not to laugler ily stuffed to  and turned to face the incomer.

    “Lord Asriel!”  see ried to smoto move and look.

    “Good evening, ren,” said Lord Asriel. Lyra ale to dine. Ill  in here.”

    tler looked uncomfortable. Guests entered tiring Room at ters invitation only, and Lord Asriel kne; but tler also saedly at t, and decided not to protest.

    “S ter know youve arrived, my lord?”

    “No . You might bring me some coffee.”

    “Very good, my lord.”

    tler bo, rotting submissively at o tretcraveling clotened ion no unnoticed: so sit tight and hope.

    Lord Asriels daemon, a snoood behind him.

    “Are you going to sions in ly.

    “Yes. Itll create less fuss to ture ter. t to see too; Ill send for ter in a minute. time, Stelmaria.”

    “You s.”

    retc in one of t Lyra could no longer see his face.

    “Yes, yes. I s etiquette t alloo fine me a dozen bottles for coming in  remains t—”

    tler came in ray bearing a coffeepot and a cup.

    “t tokay I can see on table?”

    “ter ordered it decanted especially for you, my I lord,” said tler.

    “ttles left I of the98.”

    “All good tray er to send up t in the Lodge, would you?”

    “here