So you  broken any promises. But listen, dear, it really ougo be properly looked after. Im afraid its so rare and delicate t  let it be at risk any longer.”

    “ Lord Asriel ?” Lyra said, not moving.

    “Because of o exile, because  someter to finis believe me, dear, t t . ter of Jordan aken. But no you kno really ter to let me ,  it? It rouble of carrying it around, and all ter it—and really it must  a silly old t was any good for....”

    Lyra ing and clever.

    “So if youve got it noter let me  to look after. Its in t belt around your , isnt it? Yes, t o do, putting it ahis....”

    Lyras skirt, and tening tiff oilcloth.

    Lyra tensed  trembling icipation, little black o er pulled t a and unbuttoned t. Sook out t clot, finding tin box lorek Byrnison had made.

    Pantalaimon  again, tensed to spring. Lyra dreo t soo could run wime came.

    “s ter, as if amused. “ a funny old tin! Did you put it in o keep it safe, dear? All t you? Anotin, inside t one! And soldered! his, dear?”

    Soo intent on opening it to  for an ans attacs, and s a blade and dug it under the lid.

    At once a furious buzzing filled the room.

    Lyra and Pantalaimon ill. Mrs. Coulter, puzzled, curious, pulled at t close to look.

    t tled out of tin and craso the monkeys face.

    was ing Mrs.

    Coulter too, and s in pain and frigtle clock  and t toward her face.

    Lyra didnt ate. Pantalaimon sprang for ter  once, and sore it open and race