isible,  and its liganding out, but ty of truments oget, and a fountain of gloicles seemed to be streaming from his upraised hand.

    “t lig going up or coming down?”

    “Its coming do it isnt ligs Dust.”

    Somet made Lyra imagine dust al letter, as if t ordinary dust. tion of tive silence, folloy.

    “But how—”

    “Surely—”

    “It cant—”

    “Gentlemen!” came t Lord Asriel explain.”

    “Its Dust,” Lord Asriel repeated. “It registered as lige because particles of Dust affect tons affect silver nitrate emulsion. It ly to test it t my expedition  nort place. As you see, tly visible. Noo look at to .”

    ed the smaller figure.

    “I t t he Enquirer.

    “No.  time coiled around he form of a snake.

    t shape you can dimly see is a child.”

    “A severed copped s  s have been voiced.

    tense silence.

    tire cure of Dust, is precisely t, is it not?”

    No one spoke for several seconds. the Chaplain.

    “Ay man s doo let out treams of Dust...”

    “—Come from t looks like ligure as closely as you o you noo demonstrate t of to sure.”

    picture aken at nig time  moonlig sents in tlined against tidy  terest of ture lay in treams and veils of ligains, looped and festooned on invisible  sideream of some unimaginable wind.

    “ is t?” said tor.

    “Its a picture of the Aurora.”

    “Its a very fine pogram,” said t Ive seen.”

    “Forgive my ignorance,” said tor, “but if I ever kneten. Is it s?”