“Yes. It s composed of storms of cicles and solar rays of intense and extraordinary strengt causing tion  mospime, I ed to s part, inge of crimson along t curtain-like formation. taken o look at a picture taken he special emulsion.”

    ook out ter say quietly, “If e, ry to invoke t been resident in ty  of t fifty-two.”

    “ the Librarian murmured in reply.

    Lord Asriel put a neern frame. It sures, many of tures visible by ordinary ligains of radiance in the sky.

    But in to to see more clearly, and soo. As sakable outline of a city:

    toreets, suspended in ton Sc looks like...a city.”

    “Exactly so,” said Lord Asriel.

    “A city in anot?” said tempt in his voice.

    Lord Asriel ignored ir of excitement among some of tten treatises on tence of t ever ed ured. “Is tokes business?” said the Palmerian Professor.

    “It is, isnt it?”

    “ts  to find out,” said Lord Asriel. ood to one side of ted screen. Lyra could see  tacles glinting; only ter and together.

    tion, Lord Asriel.

    as Dr. Grumman investigating too?”

    “I believe ion about it. But  be able to tell us  was, because hes dead.”

    “No!” said the Chaplain.

    “Im afraid so, and I he proof here.”

    A ripple of excited appreiring Room as, under Lord Asriels direction, to t of took out t slide but left tern on, and in tic glare of t  to lever open t of damp er stood up to look, blocking Lyras view. her uncle spoke again:

    “If you remember, Gr