e  on, “and....”

    task silenced t the blazing sky.

    Sy and vastness of ttle teries above them.

    “e could,” Pantalaimon insisted. “e came all t .”

    “e got it  it all  Roger. e t imes. “e got it wrong,” she said.

    “Next time ter next time.”

    “And  follow us and help. Nor could Farder Coram or Serafina Pekkala, or Lee Scoresby or no one.”

    “Just us, t matter. ere not alone, any like....”

    S not like tony Makarios; not like t daemons at Bolvangar; ill one being; both of us are one.

    “And  ter,” s to do it, Pan. ell go up t, and o do.”

    Rogers body lay still in  ly.

    “And ,” she said.

    Surned aeries. But t alone.

    So Lyra and urned aoo the sky.