anything up.

    ill c t tty, at tagnant puddles, t , against h. Impossible! Never!

    quot; stay o come,quot; tman said again.

    to land on t, man. Lyra ccir at troom t migh a pardon.

    tman bent to listen and then shook his head.

    quot;No,quot; ;If so stay.quot;

    ill said, quot;ts not rig o leave part of ourselves be;

    quot;O you do,quot; said tman. quot;Its une t salk to t s leave. You  knoil you are on ter, and t oo late. But you all o leave t part of yourselves o t;

    No, Lyra t, and Pantalaimon t  go ther again?

    And s ted  of ing ts companion, co t, and so a storm of  ec muffled t all along tcree stumps, tures t lurked ted cry and dretle closer to the ground, afraid of such passion.

    quot;If e to end  tman shook his head.

    quot;, but if  stays ; he said.

    quot;But ;

    quot;I dont kno;

    quot;;

    quot;Leave?quot;

    quot;ere going to come back. ere going to to come back.quot;

    quot;Not t;

    quot;t ;

    quot;I aken millions, and none came back.quot;

    quot;t. ell find our . And since o do t, be kind, boatman, be compassionate, let ake ;

    quot;No,quot;  ;Its not a rule you can break. Its a la; er, and tilted  ran out again. quot;t makes ter fall back into ts a la. I cant tilt my er fly upake o t s stay.quot;

    Lyra could see notalaimons cat fur. But ill saialys dismount from o spring at tman, and ention; but turned  o say:

    quot;o t me, it  ake come rug