uot;You are a pair, are you not, you and your daemon? Did you expect us to concede tage?quot; y stare, brilliantly clear even in t ligals, dared o ask more.

    Sly and said nothing.

    Several minutes  past, and Mrs. Coulter felt train taking to tains . S guess , but  fifteen minutes rain began to sloly to a platform  after tunnel.

    Lord Asriel opened t out into an atmosp and sulp Mrs. Coulter o gasp. ty one.

    An attendant form, and instantly t s over t made ted by t of sound and lig. ed, Mrs. Coulter looked around, alive y.

    Sories in  seemed like a village smited in a moment to tant ceiling and to flatten balks of iron tree trunks, pounding t in a fraction of a second  made tain tremble; from a vent in ten metal floil it  off by an adamant gate, and t seeto roo settle and cool in a cloud of evil smoke; gigantic slicing mac and folded and pressed ss of inc issue paper, and trous  flat again, layering metal upon metal  t layers became one tougher one, over and over again.

    If Iorek Byrnison could  ted t t al. Mrs. Coulter could only look and  o speak and be understood, and no one tried. And nouring to to follo beloo  metals from ther rock.

    talactites range colors and wer could feel a cool breeze on ed face.

    tals t gave t ed on sconces nor enclosed in glo scattered loosely on torco add to t, so little by little ty began to feel cold again; and presently t, quite suddenly, into t air.

    t a place ain , great iron doors in tains