,” said her uncle finally.

    “But o t to see ts and bears and icebergs and everyt to kno Dust. And t city in t another world?”

    “Youre not coming, c it out of your imes are too dangerous.

    Do as youre told and go to bed, and if youre a good girl, Ill bring you back a usk . Dont argue anymore or I shall be angry.”

    And  made Lyra suddenly a o eeting in .

    S ook no notice; it en  a  ig and  to bed.

    * * * ter and t , after a difficult episode, to take a glass of brantrolled to ters lodging and settled in udy ains drao t  happened.

    “Do you really believe  the Librarian.

    “Of course  er himself. Of course he did.”

    “Forgive me, Master, but I cant  the idea of...”

    “Of poisoning him?”

    “Yes. Of murder.”

    “ t idea, Cion  doing it. ell, some providence ervened, and it  .”

    “No, no,” protested t I wisold me more.

    ter  for a  from anyt to keep her safe as long as possible.”

    “Is Lord Asriels business anyto do iative of torial Court of Discipline? t-do-t: tion Board?”

    “Lord Asriel—no, no. Quite tion Board isnt entirely anso torial Court, eits a semiprivate initiative; its being run by someone remble.”

    t in urn. Ever since Pope Jo of to Geneva and set up torial Court of Discipline, t of life e. tself er Calvins deatangle of courts, colleges, and councils, collectively knoerium, s place. t aled; sometimes a bitter rivalry gre of tury, t po years torial Court of Discipline aken its pla