PART THREE SVALBARD EIGHTEEN - FOG AND ICE-2
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Lee Scoresby saw her wide eyes.
“ts ted. “It o he gas in.
dota top, and we lose buoyancy and go down.”
“Are we nearly—”
S finisure to came s of abominable stink. Lyra ime to scream, even, before lorek Byrnison reac a fell out of t and vanish a shriek.
“Cliff-g,” said lorek briefly.
t moment Serafina Pekkala appeared, and clung to t, speaking urgently.
“ts are attacking. ell bring to t defend ourselves. theyre—”
But Lyra didnt of ed sideerrific bloacked, lorek put out a great pao ing so violently. Serafina Pekkala he noise was appalling:
over every ots, and Lyra saling past, and smelled tench.
t it to t began to sink ening speed, spinning all t felt as if torn loose from t being tossed rapidly from side to side as if tween rock walls.
t tol directly in t; and t igo lorek Byrnisons fur e fear. le of t like a tormented animal, all filled th hideous noise.
t jolt of all, and s altogether.
orn loose, and all t of angle t s tell wigals—
It ered t se still for several seconds before feebly spitting out t as feebly until ttle space to breathe in.
Noto be ing in particular; s felt utterly breathless.
Cautiously sried to move , arms, legs, and to raise her head.
Stle, because ill filled , as if on eac of