lofur iced. o taunt lorek, calling -eaten, soon-to-die, and ot  and left ep at a time, and to crouche jeering bear-king.

    Lyra ears. o die, and s do reac  see  a face urned away.

    So s ears kept   o  certainly  seen by lofur.

    Because lorek o find clean dry footing and a firm rock to leap up from, and t arm  trick a bear, but, as Lyra   to be a bear, ed to be a man; and lorek ricking him.

    At last  ed: a firm rock deep-anc.  it, tensing .

    It came ingly toly  side.

    t rengttle stir in ter, but errifying tible po lofur, exploding up  the exposed jaw of lofur Raknison.

    It ore t of  it fletering blood drops in the snow many yards away.

    lofurs red tongue lolled doeless, eet, and  ing ttering it do ters edge.

    teeth.

    tual yet to perform. lorek sliced open tected c, peeling to expose te and red ribs like timbers of an upturned boat. Into t lofurs , red and steaming, and ate it t of lofurs subjects.

    tion, pandemonium, a cruso pay o lofurs conqueror.

    lorek Byrnisons voice rose above the clamor.

    “Bears! ho is your king?”

    And t of all ttering storm:

    “lorek Byrnison!”

    t t do. Every single badge and sas  once and trampled contemptuously underfoot, to be forgotten in a moment. true bears, not uncertain semi-orturing inferiority. to to  blocks of marble from topmost totlemented y fists until tones came loose, and to crasty  below.

    lorek ignored to attend to  before amping  on