g to o too unless t away!”

    Roger gaped,  ted s and ran to t group of ating c and clutcheir daemons in fear.

    “Come ed. “t to get out of the compound! Come on, run!”

    treaming across tos, ts pattering and creaking in the hard-packed snow.

    Bes  of to t earing clot cutting t. Lyra  before, but s at once: it artar guards , and many curned in fear and stumbled to a stop, for t a lo tireless lope came t of tartar guards, rifle at ty leaping grayness of his daemon beside him.

    t least you couldnt see any eyes bes of ts. their jaws.

    Lyra faltered. S dreamed of ening t s Bolvangar broke t taboo, s of teeth....

    tartars ran to stand in a line across trance to ts, te them.

    Lyra t  fig  like ttles in t the brickburners children.

    Or per o clauff out of ownies leaped on him.

    Sanding in tanding in the snow.

    Just as s afternoon, but in deadly earnest no at t soldier.

    “Get em in ther.

    Otion of flying as a s beside t directly at ts of target—and ts tartars umbling about, spitting and cursing and trying to brus of t of their eyes.

    “Come on!” Lyra screamed, and flung  te into ts.

    treamed after ohe beckoning open dark beyond.

    A ed an order, and ts  once, and tense silence,  and gasping breato be heard.

    taking aim. t miss.

    But before tartars, and a cry of surprise from another.

    Lyra stopped and turned to see a man lying on tc blood, and to left and rig, but to be seen.