nd speculate and doubt like a human.

    quot;And I sell you one t already, but you dont  to,  you dont mistake it. If you  to succeed in task, you must no longer t your mot put he knife will break.

    quot;Noo say fareo Lyra. You must  in t let you out of t, and I do not  tening wo ;

    ill  and  ;t; but t was all he could say.

    oill s surrounding dark.

    t t process in tle knife.  among ter cinders until tal, and o take it and plunge it directly into t ed outside.

    t ill old eam,  toms finally settle toget t as infinitely rare.

    But it did look different. It  looked ugly no looked like  was, wounded.

    , ignoring to  for Lyra to come back.

    Iorek aken tle farto a point out of sig  cradled in ter of  arms, alaimon nestling mouse-formed at . Iorek bent   a ongue  as safe as s in her life.

    But , Iorek spoke. S e against her back.

    quot;Lyra Silvertongue, o visit t;

    quot;It came to me in a dream, Iorek. I saw Rogers g, and I knew o me... You remember

    Roger. ell, after  you,  , at least I felt it  finis I began, ts all: I so t do it.quot;

    quot;Can is not t.quot;

    quot;But if you must and you can, t;

    quot;;

    quot;No, Iorek,quot; sly, quot;our business is to keep promises, no matter  tly, Im deadly scared. And I  of using to go t  get out of it.quot;

    Lyra felt Pantalaimon trembling and stroked h her sore hands.

    quot;e dont kno t; s on. quot;e  knoill ry.  are you going t