Lord Asriel didnt ans first. Lyra al clips and a o a vessel, and t t last long. After a moment or two Lyra :

    cries of ests, voices raised in anger and fear.

    “But w—”

    “—hardly human—”

    “—its been—”

    “—?”

    ters voice cut them all.

    “Lord Asriel, here?”

    “tanislaus Grumman,” said Lord Asriels voice.

    Over tumble to t, making inco sounds of distress. S they were seeing.

    Lord Asriel said, “I found reated in tice teristic scalping pattern. I t be familiar , Sub-Rector.”

    teady as artars do this.

    Its a tecungusk. From t spread into tand t it is no more closely, Lord Asriel?”

    After a s silence he spoke again.

    “My eyes are not very clear, and ty, but it seems to me t top of t?”

    “You are.”

    “trepanning?”

    “Exactly.”

    t caused a murmur of excitement. ter moved out of tor, in t tern, : a bloody lump barely recognizable as a human head.

    Pantalaimon fluttered around Lyra, ress affecting her.

    “en.”

    “Dr. Grumman was once a Scly.

    quot;to fall into tartars—quot; quot;But t far nort; quot;t rated furt; quot;Did I  near Svalbard?quot; said the Dean.

    quot;ts rig; quot;Are o understand t to do ; Lyra didnt recognize t  clearly the Scholars did.

    quot;Impossible,quot; said ton Sc;t manner.quot; quot;t kno; said tions o tic regions. quot;It  surprise me at all to learn t aken to scalping people in tartar fas; Lyra looked again at cter of sar