nd stopped. tered, and some of t and fear.

    Mrs. Coulter ter: an angel, s, and indescribably aged.  easy to see, because tter al t glittered and t of tain, but serrifying decrepitude, of a face sunken in rembling h and rheumy eyes.

    tured s tention craft, and cackled and muttered to ly at tered a  Mrs. Coulter o cover her ears.

    But evidently task to do, for terrace, ignoring tter.  a o fly, carrying tter betil t to Mrs. Coulters sighe swirling vapors.

    But t time to t t. S staircases, crossing bridges, al, t t sense of invisible activity all around til finally turned a corner into a -ed by an angel h a spear.

    quot; is your business?quot; he said.

    Mrs. Coulter looked at ers of men, so long ago.

    quot;No, no,quot; sly, quot;please dont e time. take me to t at once. ing for me.quot;

    Disconcert t, keep t knoives of ligil to an  antecered, s kno ter a brief pause, somet of her opened like a door.

    o t. , but soo dazzled to see. to hide her eyes.

    Metatron said, quot;er?quot;

    quot;Ive come to tell you, my Lord Regent,quot; she said.

    quot;If s ;

    quot;S, but ;

    quot; be?quot;

    quot;I satron,  Regent, tle, my eyes are dazzled...quot;

    of   till pretended to be dazzled by ly like a man in early middle age, tall, poell because of t nothing else.

    quot;Please, Metatron,  come from Lord Asriel.  to searc;

    quot; does  ;

    quot;to keep il s knoo elling you trut me, great