. Coulter darted foro see if Lord Roke  t spur chs neck.

    tcill just alive, and ;Somet;

    It made no sense. t epping over o reactle clay.

    t for Fat not to attack: o reac of ting c tried to grab  Mrs. Coulter seized tried to pull  see: to ill gas in the air.

    And all around t was happening?

    ts s noteady, not even tainside. t and Mrs. Coulter fougo cearing, pulling, biting, and sired and rong; but se, too, and s  part of ced t ing, reaching in...

    to emple. Sunned, and t broke free and o t after him.

    And tal clasp! Still more to undo; and Mrs. Coulter  terminals, t, ation, ing ogether.

    tense le cloud of gold:  Lyras  ever it  ble once in ters rigig it clung to t pounded.

    But someto . A terrible clarity o see t tiny details, and tail in t mattered: stuck to one of

    ting chere was a single dark gold hair.

    S o loosen ttle strengt. t passed  clear of t s ore at t against t togetter silence t silver blade s down.

    Somet Mrs. Coulter .

    ting o be surprised at anymore; tention craft stood bely level. ed o t, ignoring the cries of alarm and confusion.

    quot;Is  go off?quot; so say.

    Lord Asriel climbed in beside  in, too, tunned monkey in ook trols and t sprang at once into ter looked do tain slope. Men ing station snaked do, making its o ttering bomb, he cage.

    quot;Lord Roke?quot; said Lord Asriel.

    quot;Dead,quot; she whispered.

    ton, and a lance of flame jetted toossing,