TWENTY-ONE - THE HARPIES
t alaimon eyes o Lyras so ill rembling and trembling.
Suddenly ttle , but it urned o talaimon crept into Lyras breast as sogetreading carefully along th.
And t ter lay still in front of the pebbles.
turned to t, and a little t, a ty stood crazily out over ter. t; tty began, and began. Lyras deato epped into t to do next.
quot;Listen,quot; said ill.
titive sound out on ter: a creak of , regular splas and moved foro tting planks. Lyra follos, looking like ood at tty, pressing t t, and o brus settled on t sloting closer and closer.
quot;Dont lets go!quot; Pantalaimon whispered.
quot;Got to,quot; Lyra whispered back.
S ill. turn aside. And tialys on ills sc, like cobime to time t to clear t make t. She dead.
t.
It ro, battered, patcting; and t , ly around t, pale eyes sunk deep among folds and wrinkles of gray skin.
go of an oar and reaco t in t at tty. ito bring t rig the planks.
to speak. ill got in first, and to step dooo.
But tman held up his hand.
quot;Not ; he said in a harsh whisper.
quot;Not w;
quot;Not ;
ended a yelloing directly at Pantalaimon, form immediately became ermine we.
quot;But ; Lyra said.
quot;If you come, stay.quot;
quot;But ! ed die!quot;
quot;Isnt t ?quot;
And t time Lyra truly realized rembling, and clutcig he whimpered in pain.
quot;t; said Lyra opped: it fair to point out t t o give