Lyra told lorek, and isfied.

    “If  of Mrs. Coulter?”

    ted, o symbol in a sequence t made Lyra puzzle for a long time. t restrained by t for lorek Byrnison, and  t of o tric trance.

    ttern of it, was dismaying.

    “It says s us flying t a transport zeppelin ts armed s it—and to Svalbard rig kno about lofur Raknison being beaten, of course, but scell  from ts. So I reckon to...to pretend to  really so take over poartars ts a coming by sea, and theyll be here in a couple of days.

    “And as soon as so o s coming clear noood before, lorek! Its o kill Lord Asriel: its because s o do, and s, and ss to do it rol before  must be ty in t must be! Srying to get to it first! And nos telling me something else....”

    S over trument, concentrating furiously as ted t. It moved almost too fast to follo stop, and  nickering dialogue beturning the Aurora was.

    “Yes,” sting trument doion. “Yes, I see  says.

    Ser me again.

    Ss somet, because Lord Asriel s it too. t for t,  is...”

    Sopped to take a deep breatroubling  kno  ant er itself, because after all, Mrs. Coulter ed it, and  be? And yet it , because ter  o itself, and t it.

    “I suppose its ter,” ss  all along. Ive got to take it to Lord Asriel before ss it. If ss it, well all die.”

    As s, s so tired, so bone-deep  to die  ting it.

    S ter a up straight.

    “how far away is she ?” said lorek.

    “Just a feo take ter to Lord Asriel as soon as I can.”

    “I h y