And no Lyra aste for exploring it, s, to t Gobblers surned to ing t could be more likely t t of sighe ground?

    So one day so t beloory. tions of Masters one one tablet below eacheir names:

    SIMON LE CLERC, MAStER 1765-1789 CEREBAtON REQUIESCANt IN PACE “s t mean?” said Roger.

    “t parts  bits Roman. And tes in ter. And t be his daemon.”

    t vault, tracing tters of more inscriptions:

    FRANCIS LYALL, MAStER 1748-1765 ZO IN PACE ICNAtIUS COLE, MAStER 1745-1748 MUSCA REQUIESCANt IN PACE On eacerested to see, a brass plaque bore a picture of a different being: t, t t, t to c permanently.

    “t skeletons in “em!” whispered Roger.

    “Moldering fless all ting about in ts.”

    “Must be gs down ly.

    Beyond t crypt tone sitioned off into square sections, and in eacion rested a skull.

    Rogers daemon, tail tucked firmly betle quiet howl.

    “hush,” he said.

    Lyra couldnt see Pantalaimon, but sing on oo.

    Sed t skull gently out of its resting place.

    “ you doing?” said Roger. “You ent supposed to touch em.”

    Surned it over and over, taking no notice. Somet of t t  the skull in alarm.

    “Its a coin!” said Roger, feeling for it. “Migreasure!”

    up to t  a coin, but a little disc of bronze ion s.

    “Its like ts  be.”