daemon and pulled her away from him.

    But trocious.  about o left and right, looking for her.

    quot;Keep still,quot; said a voice from t;and be quiet. I ;

    quot;But, w;

    quot;My name is Balt; said the voice.

    ill and Lyra folloream into ttle, until ter.

    ttle clearing in t grass and moss-covered rocks. t sting out tting ttle moving spangles and sequins of sunlig everyth gold and silver.

    And it . Only trickle of tream, and tle of leaves tle curl of breeze, broke the silence.

    ill put do dole rucksack. tely alone.

    took off t do tream, dipping t in ter and feeling t invigorate their blood.

    quot;Im ; ill said.

    quot;Me too,quot; said Lyra, t, somet s quite sure  was.

    te some bread and casted t baking-stones, and ty and very fresh.

    took one of ttle red fruits. it-beating , surned to ;ill...quot;

    And sed t gently to h.

    S  once  oo joyful to speak. ill at  tremble, and  o h happiness.

    Like toget t, touc ogetoward eacher.

    quot;Like Mary said,quot; ;you knoraigain, before sook you aold Pan...”

    quot;I ; s;I ed to tell you t I must  all time: I love you, ill, I love you...”

    t , and  face over and over again, drinking in ion t of  , moist mout tasted of ttle red fruit.

    Around t silence, as if all ts breath.

    Balterrified.

    ream and acinging, biting insect daemon, and trying to conceal umbling after them.

    nt let c Fat. An angel of c angel r