took Lyra up a gully in ts and ter as tly ts, and alto trained   have been dead.

    t said noto il topped. From to op of t run away in case she edge.

    “Look up,” said t of breeze moved aside tain of the fog.

    ttle daylig Lyra did look, and found anding in front of a vast building of stone. It all at least as t part of Jordan College, but mucations of ars cs of ts and tributes to the bears, lofur Raknison.

    At least, t  told o take , because every projection and ledge on ted facade s and skuas, ly around overed every part of ty we.

    t to see t ter of tyard, and eps, and gate every point bears in armor cs. Lyra couldnt o age; -colored, bloodstained, dented , not elegant, enameled, and decorative like most of w she saw around her now.

    As t furtemperature rose, and so did somet, dung, blood, refuse of every sort. Lyra puso be cooler, but s  read s every fe alo see her.

    Finally topped outside a , and t suddenly swung  Lyra, knocking ed behind her.

    It  Pantalaimon became a firefly, and siny gloone bencure. In t corner took for bedding, and t was all she could see.

    Lyra sat doalaimon on  in er.

    “Its certainly  of banging about, Pan,” s still works.”

    Pantalaimon fleo , and sat t of  remarkable t s errible danger and yet sink into to read ter; and yet it  complicated questions sorted t into tituent symbols as naturally as o t them.

    Surned t tion: “here is lorek?”

    t once: “A days journey aer your cr