n snowo bears faced eac.

    Lyra o lorek t srembling in  dynamo, generating migouc t and said, “Fig. hing.”

    tood back.

    “Bears!” lorek Byrnison roared. An ecartled birds out of ts.  on: “terms of t are te. If I kill lofur Raknison, I s order to you all o tear do palace, t perfumed insel, and o tal. Gold is not.

    lofur Raknison ed Svalbard. I o cleanse it. lofur Raknison, I challenge you.”

    tep or two, as if he could hardly hold himself back.

    “Bears!” urn. “lorek Byrnison  my invitation.

    I dreo make terms of t, and torn apart and scattered to ts. erated. It sal crime to speak his name....”

    inued, and t ual fait tterly different: lofur so glossy and po y and dented. But  and it fitted  content ed anotless will.

    And s all too. But lorek and lofur  tures, tinies. lofur o take tion, and lorek ake t, one future o unfold.

    As tual combat moved too prolessly on t a flicker of movement from tators: but all eyes follohem.

    Finally till and silent, co face across t ground.

    t t. Like t masses of rock balanced on adjoining peaks and sainsides gatrees into splinters, until to eac boto po oget resounded in till air and ec t destroyed, as rock o rise ed up in a lit easily raise  once for t e fur, and t and wrenc forward.

    Sensing t ters edge, sending ss of er flying o the air.

    And lorek fell aing metal lofur stood up tall, straigeel of es by srengtill trying to rise.

    Lyra felt  of  crashing fall.