gching hands—

    est wonder.

    At t ill, t of ar-studded, profound, was pierced as if by a spear.

    A jet of lig of pure energy released like an arro bo s of lig ore apart; a great rending, grinding, cruncearing sound reaco the sky—

    Sunlig she fur of a golden monkey....

    For ted; pers fall; and Lyra could see, over trampled sno, t of to tle, ail , t poo side. t a tentative pa, touched—

    And  played around tense anbaric po  chasm, and followed her up here....

    s, togetely: an undreamed-of thing.

    ill, quiet, at rest. Ss talking:

    —”

    ? eve gone beyond being alloo cross, if they wish.”