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    tartar officer, faced tack, didnt ate. A long self into to keep off tc to overcome troops ly brave. to one knee in groups of four and fired tice range, not budging an incy bulk led to later they were dead.

    lorek struck again, ting to one side, slass fle  all. Lyra urged t into ts. t get aartars s of Bolvangar.

    So so get ts be moving out toic nigo love it as Pantalaimon was doing, a ing in his own propulsion.

    “here we going?” someone said.

    “t  snow!”

    “ty coming,” Lyra told ty gyptians or more. I bet tions of yours, too. All tian families t lost a kid, t someone.”

    “I ent a gyptian,” a boy said.

    “Dont matter. take you anyway.”

    “here?” someone said querulously.

    “s ians o take you  got to go on a bit furt be far off.”

    “Dyou see t bear!” one boy  out, just like t!”

    “I never knew daemons could be killed,” someone else said.

    talking noement and relief ongue. As long as t moving, it didnt matter if talked.

    “Is t true,” said a girl, “about here?”

    “Yea Id ever see anyone  their daemon.

    But on t any daemon.  asking for ony Makarios.”

    “I know ook  a week back....”

    “ell, t   them.

    “And a little bit after  there.”

    “Its true,” said Roger. “And Lyra let em out during the fire drill.”

    “Yeaa. “I didnt kno first, but I seen em fly a goose.”

    “But s torture! ?”

    “Dust,” suggested someone doubtfully