ere.”

    “t bato sleep. to  noo this bear.”

    Lyra felt  , or per o tibule and close to t chair.

    Only a moment later, it seemed, to her.

    “Folloo a  toer steamed in t.

    “You go first,” said Lyra. “Ill sit outside and alk.”

    So Roger,  t, got in and en enoug t.

    “Im afraid of your uncle,” said Roger ther.”

    “Better keep calling oo, sometimes.”

    “ come in,  all. ill  once.”

    “ so see someone t expect.  saer t time in tiring Room. Its bound to be a shock.”

    “No,” said Roger, “its more t.  me like a wolf, or summing.”

    “Youre imagining it.”

    “I ent. Im more scared of er, and ts truth.”

    ook out ter.

    “Dyou  me to ask t it?” Lyra said.

    “ell, I dunno. t knoo me everyto Oxford, everyt been not five minutes ao five minutes ao eat, but no furt. And o a kip in a comfortable bed. But after t, I dunno, Lyra. terrible t t knoure. Ill stick to t.”

    “Yeaimes I feel like t too.”

    So alter in tle longer, it ; s turn talaimon c in silence.

    After ten some bread and c er, t to go to bed. Ill so go. he library, Miss Lyra.”

    Lyra found Lord Asriel in a room tle in tracting reflections bets of tarlit panorama outside. Lord Asriel, reclining in a large armco come and sit in ther chair facing him.

    “Your friend lorek Byrnison is resting outside,” he cold.”

    “Did ell you about  h lofur Raknison?”

    “Not in detail. But I understand t  true?”

    “Of course its true