.

    But too (too far ao spot Mrs. Coulter, sed no time. itc and set it up, and began to fig on the ground.

    “On,” said lorek. “t for a long time.”

    tacked tartars rigo be t all time ures of Roger and Lord Asriel; and lorek Byrnison kneurned up tain and a, leaving o artars.

    On trained o look a not even Pantalaimons o on tain tracks  ever : be it. S sogete and intent srange and uncanny  t bathem.

    “lorek,” she said, “will you find Lee Scoresby?”

    “Alive or dead, I will find him.”

    “And if you see Serafina Pekkala...”

    “I ell  you did.”

    “thank you, lorek,” she said.

    time. Lyra felt o a kind of trance beyond sleep and ate of conscious dreaming, almost, in y in tars.

    So say somet it to lorek Byrnison, wo a .

    “tracks go on,” said lorek Byrnison. “But I cannot.”

    Lyra jumped doood beside o look. anding at t o say, and made little difference in any case; all t mattered  it plunged doo unfathomable gloom.

    And tracks of Lord Asriels sledge ran to ted snow.

    t train of t, for a crack ran across it close to ttled do or so. It mig t of a c ainly not stand under t of an armored bear.

    And Lord Asriels tracks ran on beyond tain.

    If s on, it would o be by herself.

    Lyra turned to lorek Byrnison.

    “I got to go across,” s knoo  to  all die, o . But if I come back, Ill come and see you to thank you properly, King lorek Byrnison.”

    S it lie tly.

    “Goodbye, Lyra Silv