Next morning Lyra  no was.

    t long risen, and t ttle tc s in, Marys ening. tside, and some kind of cricket, and Mary ly in her sleep nearby.

    Lyra sat up and found  for a moment, and t of Marys, a lengt, ligterned clot sie into a skirt. S t, but at least decent.

    S t. Pantalaimon  mean t ill connected some talking, just telling eaching...

    ill ill asleep under ter tree, t of  it e different o t.

    So s doo ter alone in t tall, slender bird like a anding perfectly still on one leg.

    Sly and slo to disturb it, but took no more notice of er.

    quot;ell,quot; she said.

    S to t er coming in on tide, and it range to Lyra, er before. So keep  and  er? Or a beetle, creeping into to tickle irely  on  all? quot;quot;

    t again and, seeing some flat stones by t to fetco  bush, nearly dry.

    ill irring. S nearby and called ly.

    quot;ill! ake up!quot;

    quot;;  once, and sat up, reache knife.

    quot;Safe,quot; s;And too, or Dr. Malone did. Ill get yours. t;

    Sain of leaves and sat o ill he was dressed.

    quot;I s; s;I  to look for Pan, but I t;

    quot;ts a good idea. I mean a s years and years of dirt on me... Ill go down and was;

    looking too closely at anyteness, but curious about everyte ne in muc of c tel le patterns, but patterns t  carved in t o gro surally.

    ter. Part of o puzzle it all out, to step ligy to similarity, from one meaning to anotrument; but anot ay o move on.