t;Good-bye, Mr. Scoresby!quot; Lyra cried, looking around for ;I wis;

    quot;Good-bye, my dear c;

    Lyra scrambled t ill stood still and looked into t, brilliant in t o say.

    ill said to , quot;You said I old me t ure, and I s argue . Fat because I o. I cant cure, but I can c I do. And I will c;

    enderness. quot;ell done, my boy. ell done indeed,quot; he said.

    ill couldnt see urned and climbed ter Lyra.

    And no toms to relax and drift apart, at long, long last.

    Out of ttle grove, aers, out of t ty form of his old

    companion t little scrap of t  Lee Scoresby floated up as  balloon imes. Untroubled by ting so ts and cries of anger and  of Lee Scoresby passed t under t stars, ing for him.