Next day ill and Lyra  out by ttle, eager to be alone  s; t focused on .

    t all day on t of ternoon, ted talked, te, trance of  ting h love.

    In tal, saying little, and because t t to t be a cool breeze. til to t under tide urning.

    t sand at t of t bird calling.

    turned t once, because it  sounded like no creature t belonged to te trilling song, and t from a different direction. Deligried to see t all t ed up again, all time singing and singing in ricones an endlessly varied song.

    And tter of  ttle fountain of sand in front of  bird landed a few yards away.

    Lyra said, quot;Pan... ?quot;

    o tell in t; at any rate, e sand. till circled overill singing, and to join  pearl  of dark red feathers.

    And ill kne o see o t  tig. Sixty years and more ions as brigting t bet as tered t rigo  t dunes.

    Lyra made to move to Pantalaimon spoke.

    quot;Lyra,quot; ;Serafina Pekkala came to us last nigold us all kinds of to guide tians heyll be here...”

    quot;Pan,quot; sressed, quot;o  is it?  is it?quot;

    to e ermine. too, ill felt it tle grip at , and became a cat.

    Before so ;tc listen, listen to us no;

    quot;Yes, you must listen,quot; said Pantalaimon. quot;to explain.quot;

    Beto tell told tion about tures: about  intending it, tco separate and yet still be one being.

    quot;But ts not all,quot; Kirjava said.

    And Pantalaimon said, quot;O ell you ...quot;

    Lyra was bewildered.  i