there,” he said.

    A umbled rocks and ice, lined against t tars . tood black and gaunt, but at its summit  tant gleam of blubber lamps, nor te of anbaric spotlig tha.

    t emerged also ss of it itudes; so to see ter than lofur Raknisons vulgar palace.

    Lyra and Roger mounted t time, and lorek led toyard t lay deep under snohe building.

    Lyra got doing eacumbled toeps up to the door.

    O ! S before s, t vestibule to keep tanding under t th his pinscher daemon Anfang.

    Lyra wearily pushed back her hood.

    “  on: “Not Lyra? Little Lyra? Am I dreaming?”

    o open the inner door.

    A one grate; s, leat  brougo .

    Lord Asriels snow-leopard daemon growled.

    Lyras fatood t first fierce, triump, and eager; and t; er.

    “No! No!”

    aggered back and clutc telpiece. Lyra couldnt move.

    “Get out!” Lord Asriel cried. “turn around, get out, go! I did not send for you!”

    S speak. Simes, and to say:

    “No, no, I came because—”

    so ward  believe ress.

    Sep closer to reassure o stand tered out into ter a moment Lord Asriel passed a ly. to return to  two.

    “Lyra,”  is Lyra?”

    “Yes, Uncle Asriel,” s t time to go into true relationso bring you ter from ter of Jordan.”

    “Yes, of course you did,” his?”

    “Its Roger Parslow,” sc—”

    “ here?”

    “I  going to say, tside,  us here.

    rollesund, and ricked lofur—”

    “hos lorek Byrnison?”

    “An armored bear.  us h