t to make Lyra sit doook out ttle pot of bloodmoss ointment and looked at t  it  deep. ore a strip off t and mopped it clean, and spread some of tment over the gash,

    trying not to tate of t made it.

    Lyras eyes were glazed, and she was ash-pale.

    quot;Lyra! Lyra!quot; ly. quot;Come on no to move.quot;

    Sook a long, sh, and her eyes focused on him, full of a wild despair.

    quot;ill, I cant do it anymore, I cant do it! I cant tell lies! I t it  it didnt s all I can do, and it doesnt ;

    quot;Its not all you can do. You can read ter, cant you? Come on, lets see ;

    time t ts were.

    t plain t extended far ao t. t by o exist everyrue srue lighe same dingy color.

    Standing on ts and c people, so many t Lyra couldnt guess t least, most of tanding, tting and some lying doless or asleep. No one , or running or playing, turned to look at ty in their wide eyes.

    quot;Gs,quot; s;ts ever died...quot;

    No doubt it  so ills arm, and  little forms darting and skimming over ts,  filled  felt like life.

    Beside till ec people aring at ill and Lyra, and to cro yet to face to do, and it .

    quot;Do you speak our language?quot; ;Can you speak at all?quot;

    Sened and full of pain as y t togets tle po clear voice t o respond.

    But t, pale sound, no more t breatter. And as t forling and desperate, ted to and from in front of to prevent too close. t ce longing, and Lyra kne once s t their own daemons again.