It ely o leave t s  before, but if to find to go into ter unnel, Lyra bent over ter for tietime, making little unconscious sounds of distress, oo, felt te tenderness t every breatore at h cold hooks.

    urned t leaden feet s moved. t led from every one of ters ty-six symbols, do loose and sions bet elling a story: sometural. No laboriously, and nt fail because othing would fail...

    quot;Its not far,quot; s last. quot;And ttle, t  place no at tunnel ter. You cut t;

    ts  her side.

    ;Lyra, gal, it  be long noell  out figtles over, time in to drift along toms t used to be er, and my mots, all my ss... Lyra, c w;

    ed to put  of course t  ead, and t saook strengt.

    And on Lyras s lives iffness in t. turn soon to time as gs, but t eac tay  say a  their dying.

    Up and up t speak. tfalls, ttle stones teps dislodged. Ac and grim.

    tunnel. And ter dripping, a trickle, a running of er.

    quot;; said Lyra, reaco touc of rock t blocked t and cold. quot; is.quot;

    Surned to the harpy.

    quot;I been t; s;o guide all ts tll come to t land  in last nig, if you ent got a name, t cant be fig for ture. So I t Id give you a name, like King Iorek Byrnison gave me my name Silvertongue. Im going to call you Gracious ings. So ts your name nos ;

    quot;One day,quot; said t;I ongue.quot;

    quot;And if I kno; Lyra said. quot;Good-bye, Gracious ings, till I die.quot;

    Sigh cheeks.

    tialys said: quot;t;

    quot;Yes,