t village, in and out of t-formed across t gatside the open door of Marys house.

    Cautiously t again, toer tree.

    Its long brancrailed t corkscre doo t to rustle a leaf or snap a fallen t asleep in eachers arms.

    toucly  being infinitely careful not to hem.

    As tly cleaning ills fast-ing t sound behem.

    Instantly, in total silence, bot eyes, bare eeth, menace in every line.

    A ood tlined by t  Mary, and whough her voice made no sound.

    quot;Come ; she said.

    Pantalaimons daemon  leapt  il  ree.

    quot;Serafina Pekkala!quot; ;s ;

    quot;s fly to a place ; she sleeping villagers.

    ook it up, t s cro.

    ttled on t comfortable branc, and two birds perched nearby.

    quot;You  be birds for long,quot; s;Very soon nole. Look around and take t into your memory.quot;

    quot; ; said Pantalaimon.

    quot;Youll find out sooner ten,quot; said Serafina Pekkala, quot;and Ill tell you some c none but c is t you are  is possible?quot;

    quot;itc; said Pantalaimon, quot;and s;

    quot;In leaving you bot kno, t c time tce, abominable place, astroper it. to become a c cross it alone and leave  undergo.

    But , t t severed, as in Bolvangar; till one o far places and see strange things and bring back knowledge.

    quot;And you are not severed, are you?quot;

    quot;No,quot; said Pantalaimon. quot;e are still one. But it was so painful, and we were so frig;

    quot;ell,quot; said Serafina