Up! Into midair Lyra and Roger were caught and swept, and found themselves clinging with weakening fingers to a cloud-pine branch, where a young witch was sitting tense with balanced grace, and then she leaned down and to the left and something huge was looming and there was the ground.
They tumbled into the snow beside the basket of Lee Scoresby's balloon.
"Skip inside," called the Texan, "and bring your friend, by all means. Have ye seen that bear?"
Lyra saw that three witches were holding a rope looped around a rock, anchoring the great buoyancy of the THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница gas bag to the earth.
"Get in!" she cried to Roger, and scrambled over the leatherbound rim of the basket to fall in a snowy heap inside. A moment later Roger fell on top of her, and then a mighty noise halfway between a roar and a growl made the very ground shake.
"C'mon, Iorek! On board, old feller!" yelled Lee Scoresby, and over the side came the bear in a hideous creak of wicker and bending wood.
At once the aeronaut lowered his arm in a signal, and the witches let go of the rope.
The balloon lifted immediately THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница and surged upward into the snow-thick air at a rate Lyra could scarcely believe. After a moment the ground disappeared in the mist, and up they went, faster and faster, so that she thought no rocket could have left the earth more swiftly. She lay holding on to Roger on the floor of the basket, pressed down by the acceleration.
Lee Scoresby was cheering and laughing and uttering wild Texan yells of delight; Iorek Byrnison was calmly unfastening his armor, hooking a deft claw into all the linkages and undoing them with a twist before packing THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница the separate pieces in a pile. Somewhere outside, the flap and swish of air through cloud-pine needles and witch garments told that the witches were keeping them company into the upper airs.
Little by little Lyra recovered her breath, her balance, and her heartbeat. She sat up and looked around.
The basket was much bigger than she'd thought. Ranged around the edges were racks of philosophical instruments, and there were piles of furs, and bottled air, and a variety of other things too small or confusing to make out in the thick mist they were ascending through. "Is this THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница a cloud?" she said.
"Sure is. Wrap your friend in some furs before he turns into an icicle. It's cold here, but it's gonna get colder."
"How did you find us?"
"Witches. There's one witch lady who wants to talk to you. When we get clear of the cloud, we'll get our bearings and then we can sit and have a yarn."
"Iorek," said Lyra, "thank you for coming." The bear grunted, and settled down to lick the blood off his fur. His weight meant that the basket was tilted to one side, but that THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница didn't matter. Roger was wary, but Iorek Byrnison took no more notice of him than of a flake of snow. Lyra contented herself with clinging to the rim of the basket, just under her chin when she was standing, and peering wide-eyed into the swirling cloud.
Only a few seconds later the balloon passed out of the cloud altogether and, still rising rapidly, soared on into the heavens.
What a sight!
Directly above them the balloon swelled out in a huge curve. Above and ahead of them the Aurora was blazing, with more brilliance and grandeur than THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница she had ever seen. It was all around, or nearly, and they were nearly part of it. Great swathes of incandescence trembled and parted like angels' wings beating; cascades of luminescent glory tumbled down invisible crags to lie in swirling pools or hang like vast waterfalls.
So Lyra gasped at that, and then she looked below, and saw a sight almost more wondrous.
As far as the eye could see, to the very horizon in all directions, a tumbled sea of white extended without a break. Soft peaks and vaporous chasms rose or opened here and THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница there, but mostly it looked like a solid mass of ice.
And rising through it in ones and twos and larger groups as well came small black shadows, those ragged figures of such elegance, witches on their branches of cloud-pine.
They flew swiftly, without any effort, up and toward the balloon, leaning to one side or another to steer. And one of them, the archer who'd saved Lyra from Mrs. Coulter, flew directly alongside the basket, and Lyra saw her clearly for the first time.
She was young-younger than Mrs. Coulter; and fair, with bright green eyes; and THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница clad like all the witches in strips of black silk, but wearing no furs, no hood or mittens. She seemed to feel no cold at all. Around her brow was a simple chain of little red flowers. She sat on her cloud-pine branch as if it were a steed, and seemed to rein it in a yard from Lyra's wondering gaze.
"Yes! And are you Serafina Pekkala?"
Lyra could see why Farder Coram loved her, and why it was breaking his heart, though she had known neither of those things a moment before THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница. He was growing old; he was an old broken man; and she would be young for generations.
"Have you got the symbol reader?" said the witch, in a voice so like the high wild singing of the Aurora itself that Lyra could hardly hear the sense for the sweet sound of it.
"Yes. I got it in my pocket, safe."
Great wingbeats told of another arrival, and then he was gliding beside her: the gray goose daemon. He spoke briefly and then wheeled away to glide in a wide circle around the balloon as it continued to rise.
"The gyptians THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница have laid waste to Bolvangar," said Serafina Pekkala. "They have killed twenty-two guards and nine of the staff, and they've set light to every part of the buildings that still stood. They are going to destroy it completely."
"What about Mrs. Coulter?"
"No sign of her."
"And the kids? They got all the kids safely?"
"Every one. They are all safe."
Serafina Pekkala cried out in a wild yell, and other witches circled and flew in toward the balloon.
"Mr. Scoresby," she said. "The rope, if you please."
"Ma'am, I'm very grateful. We're THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница still rising. I guess we'll go on up awhile yet. How many of you will it take to pull us north?"
"We are strong" was all she said.
Lee Scoresby was attaching a coil of stout rope to the leather-covered iron ring that gathered the ropes running over the gas bag, and from which the basket itself was suspended. When it was securely fixed, he threw the free end out, and at once six witches darted toward it, caught hold, and began to pull, urging the cloud-pine branches toward the Polar Star.
As the balloon began THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница to move in that direction, Pan-talaimon came to perch on the edge of the basket as a tern. Roger's daemon came out to look, but crept back again soon, for Roger was fast asleep, as was Iorek Byrnison. Only Lee Scoresby was awake, calmly chewing a thin cigar and watching his instruments.
"So, Lyra," said Serafina Pekkala. "Do you know why you're going to Lord Asriel?"
Lyra was astonished. "To take him the alethiometer, of course!" she said.
She had never considered the question; it was obvious. Then she recalled her first motive, from so long ago that THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница she'd almost forgotten it.
"Or . . . To help him escape. That's it. We're going to help him get away."
But as she said that, it sounded absurd. Escape from Svalbard? Impossible!
"Try, anyway," she added stoutly. "Why?"
"I think there are things I need to tell you," said Serafina Pekkala.
It was the first thing Lyra wanted to know.
"Yes, among other things. But you are tired now, and it will be a long flight. We'll talk when you wake up."
Lyra yawned. It was a jaw-cracking, lung-bursting yawn that lasted almost THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница a minute, or felt like it, and for all that Lyra struggled, she couldn't resist the onrush of sleep. Serafina Pekkala reached a hand over the rim of the basket and touched her eyes, and as Lyra sank to the floor, Pantalaimon fluttered down, changed to an ermine, and crawled to his sleeping place by her neck.
The witch settled her branch into a steady speed beside the basket as they moved north toward Svalbard.
FOG AND ICE
Lee Scoresby arranged some furs over Lyra. She curled up close to Roger and they lay together asleep as THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница the balloon swept on toward the Pole. The aeronaut checked his instruments from time to time, chewed on the cigar he would never light with the inflammable hydrogen so close, and huddled deeper into his own furs.
"This little girl's pretty important, huh?" he said after several minutes.
"More than she will know," Serafina Pekkala said.
"Does that mean there's gonna be much in the way of armed pursuit? You understand, I'm speaking as a practical man with a living to earn. I can't afford to get busted up or shot to pieces without some kind THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница of compensation agreed to in advance. I ain't trying to lower the tone of this expedition, believe me, ma'am. But John Faa and the gyptians paid me a fee that's enough to cover my time and skill and the normal wear and tear on the balloon, and that's all. It didn't include acts-of-war insurance. And let me tell you, ma'am, when we land Iorek Byrnison on Svalbard, that will count as an act of war."
He spat a piece of smokeleaf delicately overboard.
"So I'd like to THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница know what we can expect in the way of mayhem and ructions," he finished.
"There may be fighting," said Serafina Pekkala. "But you have fought before."
"Sure, when I'm paid. But the fact is, I thought this was a straightforward transportation contract, and I charged according. And I'm a wondering now, after that little dust-up down there, I'm a wondering how far my transportation responsibility extends. Whether I'm bound to risk my life and my equipment in a war among the bears, for example. Or whether this little child has enemies on Svalbard as hot-tempered THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница as the ones back at Bolvangar. I merely mention all this by way of making conversation."
"Mr. Scoresby," said the witch, "I wish I could answer your question. All I can say is that all of us, humans, witches, bears, are engaged in a war already, although not all of us know it. Whether you find danger on Svalbard or whether you fly off unharmed, you are a recruit, under arms, a soldier."
"Well, that seems kinda precipitate. Seems to me a man should have a choice whether to take up arms or not."
"We have no more choice THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница in that than in whether or not to be born."
"Oh, I like choice, though," he said. "I like choosing the jobs I take and the places I go and the food I eat and the companions I sit and yarn with. Don't you wish for a choice once in a while ?"
Serafina Pekkala considered, and then said, "Perhaps we don't mean the same thing by choice, Mr. Scoresby. Witches own nothing, so we're not interested in preserving value or making profits, and as for the choice between one thing and another, when you THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница live for many hundreds of years, you know that every opportunity will come again. We have different needs. You have to repair your balloon and keep it in good condition, and that takes time and trouble, I see that; but for us to fly, all we have to do is tear off a branch of cloud-pine; any will do, and there are plenty more. We don't feel cold, so we need no warm clothes. We have no means of exchange apart from mutual aid. If a witch needs something, another witch will give it to her. If there is a THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница war to be fought, we don't consider cost one of the factors in deciding whether or not it is right to fight. Nor do we have any notion of honor, as bears do, for instance. An insult to a bear is a deadly thing. To us . . . inconceivable. How could you insult a witch? What would it matter if you did?"
"Well, I'm kinda with you on that. Sticks and stones, I'll break yer bones, but names ain't worth a quarrel. But ma'am, you see my dilemma, I hope. I'm a THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница simple aeronaut, and I'd like to end my days in comfort. Buy a little farm, a few head of cattle, some horses . . . Nothing grand, you notice. No palace or slaves or heaps of gold. Just the evening wind over the sage, and a ceegar, and a glass of bourbon whiskey. Now the trouble is, that costs money. So I do my flying in exchange for cash, and after every job I send some gold back to the Wells Fargo Bank, and when I've got enough, ma'am, I'm gonna sell this balloon and book me a passage on a THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница steamer to Port Galveston, and I'll never leave the ground again."
"There's another difference between us, Mr. Scoresby. A witch would no sooner give up flying than give up breathing. To fly is to be perfectly ourselves."
"I see that, ma'am, and I envy you; but I ain't got your sources of satisfaction. Flying is just a job to me, and I'm just a technician. I might as well be adjusting valves in a gas engine or wiring up anbaric circuits. But I chose it, you see. It was my own free choice THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница. Which is why I find this notion of a war I ain't been told nothing about kinda troubling."
"Iorek Byrnison's quarrel with his king is part of it too," said the witch. "This child is destined to play a part in that."
"You speak of destiny," he said, "as if it was fixed. And I ain't sure I like that any more than a war I'm enlisted in without knowing about it. Where's my free will, if you please? And this child seems to me to have more free will than anyone I THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница ever met. Are you telling me that she's just some kind of clockwork toy wound up and set going on a course she can't change?"
"We are all subject to the fates. But we must all act as if we are not," said the witch, "or die of despair. There is a curious prophecy about this child: she is destined to bring about the end of destiny. But she must do so without knowing what she is doing, as if it were her nature and not her destiny to do it. If she's told what she THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница must do, it will all fail; death will sweep through all the worlds; it will be the triumph of despair, forever. The universes will all become nothing more than interlocking machines, blind and empty of thought, feeling, life . . . "
They looked down at Lyra, whose sleeping face (what little of it they could see inside her hood) wore a stubborn little frown.
"I guess part of her knows that," said the aeronaut. "Looks prepared for it, anyways. How about the little boy? You know she came all this way to save him from those fiends back there? They were THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница playmates, back in Oxford or somewhere. Did you know that?"
"Yes, I did know that. Lyra is carrying something of immense value, and it seems that the fates are using her as a messenger to take it to her father. So she came all this way to find her friend, not knowing that her friend was brought to the North by the fates, in order that she might follow and bring something to her father."
"That's how you read it, huh?"
For the first time the witch seemed unsure.
"That is how it seems . . . .But we can't read the darkness THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница, Mr. Scoresby. It is more than possible that I might be wrong."
"And what brought you into all this, if I can ask?"
"Whatever they were doing at Bolvangar, we felt it was wrong with all our hearts. Lyra is their enemy; so we are her friends. We don't see more clearly than that. But also there is my clan's friendship for the gyptian people, which goes back to the time when Farder Coram saved my life. We are doing this at their bidding. And they have ties of obligation with Lord Asriel."
"I see THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница. So you're towing the balloon to Svalbard for the gyp-tians' sake. And does that friendship extend to towing us back again? Or will I have to wait for a kindly wind, and depend on the indulgence of the bears in the meantime? Once again, ma'am, I'm asking merely in a spirit of friendly enquiry."
"If we can help you back to Trollesund, Mr. Scoresby, we shall do so. But we don't know what we shall meet on Svalbard. The bears' new king has made many changes; the old ways are out of favor; it THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница might be a difficult landing. And I don't know how Lyra will find her way to her father. Nor do I know what Iorek Byrnison has it in mind to do, except that his fate is involved with hers."
"I don't know either, ma'am. I think he's attached himself to the little girl as a kind of protector. She helped him get his armor back, you see. Who knows what bears feel? But if a bear ever loved a human being, he loves her. As for landing on Svalbard, it's never been easy. Still, if I THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница can call on you for a tug in the right direction, I'll feel kinda easier in my mind; and if there's anything I can do for you in return, you only have to say. But just so as I know, would you mind telling me whose side I'm on in this invisible war?"
"We are both on Lyra's side."
"Oh, no doubt about that."
They flew on. Because of the clouds below there was no way of telling how fast they were going. Normally, of course, a balloon remained still with respect to the wind THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница, floating at whatever speed the air itself was moving; but now, pulled by the witches, the balloon was moving through the air instead of with it, and resisting the movement, too, because the unwieldy gas bag had none of the streamlined smoothness of a zeppelin. As a result, the basket swung this way and that, rocking and bumping much more than on a normal flight.
Lee Scoresby wasn't concerned for his comfort so much as for his instruments, and he spent some time making sure they were securely lashed to the main struts. According to the altimeter, they THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница were nearly ten thousand feet up. The temperature was minus 20 degrees. He had been colder than this, but not much, and he didn't want to get any colder now; so he unrolled the canvas sheet he used as an emergency bivouac, and spread it in front of the sleeping children to keep off the wind, before lying down back to back with his old comrade in arms, Iorek Byrnison, and falling asleep.
When Lyra woke up, the moon was high in the sky, and everything in sight was silver-plated, from the roiling surface of the clouds THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница below to the frost spears and icicles on the rigging of the balloon.
Roger was sleeping, and so were Lee Scoresby and the bear. Beside the basket, however, the witch queen was flying steadily.
"How far are we from Svalbard?" Lyra said.
"If we meet no winds, we shall be over Svalbard in twelve hours or so."
"Where are we going to land?"
"It depends on the weather. We'll try to avoid the cliffs, though. There are creatures living there who prey on anything that moves. If we can, we'll set you down in the interior THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница, away from lofur Raknison's palace."
"What's going to happen when I find Lord Asriel? Will he want to come back to Oxford, or what? I don't know if I ought to tell him I know he's my father, neither. He might want to pretend he's still my uncle. I don't hardly know him at all."
"He won't want to go back to Oxford, Lyra. It seems that there is something to be done in another world, and Lord Asriel is the only one who can bridge the gulf between that world THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница and this. But he needs something to help him."
"The alethiometer!" Lyra said. "The Master of Jordan gave it to me and I thought there was something he wanted to say about Lord Asriel, except he never had the chance. I knew he didn't really want to poison him. Is he going to read it and see how to make the bridge? I bet I could help him. I can probably read it as good as anyone now."
"I don't know," said Serafina Pekkala. "How he'll do it, and what his task will be, we can THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница't tell. There are powers who speak to us, and there are powers above them; and there are secrets even from the most high."
"The alethiometer would tell me! I could read it now . . . ."
But it was too cold; she would never have managed to hold it. She bundled herself up and pulled the hood tight against the chill of the wind, leaving only a slit to look through. Far ahead, and a little below, the long rope extended from the suspension ring of the balloon, pulled by six or seven witches sitting on their cloud-pine branches. The stars shone THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница as bright and cold and hard as diamonds.
"Why en't you cold, Serafina Pekkala?"
"We feel cold, but we don't mind it, because we will not come to harm. And if we wrapped up against the cold, we wouldn't feel other things, like the bright tingle of the stars, or the music of the Aurora, or best of all the silky feeling of moonlight on our skin. It's worth being cold for that."
"Could I feel them?"
"No. You would die if you took your furs off. Stay wrapped up."
"How long do witches live, Serafina THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница Pekkala? Farder Coram says hundreds of years. But you don't look old at all."
"I am three hundred years or more. Our oldest witch mother is nearly a thousand. One day, Yambe-Akka will come for her. One day she'll come for me. She is the goddess of the dead. She comes to you smiling and kindly, and you know it is time to die."
"Are there men witches? Or only women?"
"There are men who serve us, like the consul at Trollesund. And there are men we take for lovers or husbands. You are THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница so young, Lyra, too young to understand this, but I shall tell you anyway and you'll understand it later: men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful, clever; and they die almost at once. They die so soon that our hearts are continually racked with pain. We bear their children, who are witches if they are female, human if not; and then in the blink of an eye they are gone, felled, slain, lost. Our sons, too. When a little boy is growing THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница, he thinks he is immortal. His mother knows he isn't. Each time becomes more painful, until finally your heart is broken. Perhaps that is when Yambe-Akka comes for you. She is older than the tundra. Perhaps, for her, witches' lives are as brief as men's are to us."
"Did you love Farder Coram?"
"Yes. Does he know that?"
"I don't know, but I know he loves you."
"When he rescued me, he was young and strong and full of pride and beauty. I loved him at once. I would have changed my nature, I would have forsaken the THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница star-tingle and the music of the Aurora; I would never have flown again-I would have given all that up in a moment, without a thought, to be a gyptian boat wife and cook for him and share his bed and bear his children. But you cannot change what you are, only what you do. I am a witch. He is a human. I stayed with him for long enough to bear him a child . . . ."
"He never said! Was it a girl? A witch?"
"No. A boy, and he died in the great epidemic of forty THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница years ago, the sickness that came out of the East. Poor little child; he flickered into life and out of it like a mayfly. And it tore pieces out of my heart, as it always does. It broke Coram's. And then the call came for me to return to my own people, because Yambe-Akka had taken my mother, and I was clan queen. So I left, as I had to."
"Did you never see Farder Coram again?"
"Never. I heard of his deeds; I heard how he was wounded by the Skraelings, with a poisoned arrow, and THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница I sent herbs and spells to help him recover, but I wasn't strong enough to see him. I heard how broken he was after that, and how his wisdom grew, how much he studied and read, and I was proud of him and his goodness. But I stayed away, for they were dangerous times for my clan, and witch wars were threatening, and besides, I thought he would forget me and find a human wife . . . ."
"He never would," said Lyra stoutly. "You oughter go and see him. He still loves you, I know he does."
"But he would be ashamed THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница of his own age, and I wouldn't want to make him feel that."
"Perhaps he would. But you ought to send a message to him, at least. That's what I think."
Serafina Pekkala said nothing for a long time. Pantalaimon became a tern and flew to her branch for a second, to acknowledge that perhaps they had been insolent.
Then Lyra said, "Why do people have daemons, Serafina Pekkala?"
"Everyone asks that, and no one knows the answer. As long as there have been human beings, they have had daemons. It's what makes THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница us different from animals."
"Yeah! We're different from them all right . . . .Like bears. They're strange, en't they, bears? You think they're like a person, and then suddenly they do something so strange or ferocious you think you'll never understand them . . . .But you know what Iorek said to me, he said that his armor for him was like what a daemon is for a person. It's his soul, he said. But that's where they're different again, because he made this armor his-self. They took his first armor away when they sent THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница him into exile, and he found some sky iron and made some new armor, like making a new soul. We can't make our daemons. Then the people at Trollesund, they got him drunk on spirits and stole it away, and I found out where it was and he got it back . . . .But what I wonder is, why's he coming to Svalbard? They'll fight him. They might kill him . . . .I love Iorek. I love him so much I wish he wasn't coming."
"Has he told you who he is?"
"Only his name. And it was the consul THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница at Trollesund who told us that."
"He is highborn. He is a prince. In fact, if he had not committed a great crime, he would be the king of the bears by now."
"He told me their king was called lofur Raknison."
"lofur Raknison became king when Iorek Byrnison was exiled. lofur is a prince, of course, or he wouldn't be allowed to rule; but he is clever in a human way; he makes alliances and treaties; he lives not as bears do, in ice forts, but in a new-built palace; he talks of exchanging ambassadors with THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница human nations and developing the fire mines with the help of human engineers . . . .He is very skillful and subtle. Some say that he provoked Iorek into the deed for which he was exiled, and others say that even if he didn't, he encourages them to think he did, because it adds to his reputation for craft and subtlety."
"What did Iorek do? See, one reason I love Iorek, it's because of my father doing what he did and being punished. Seems to me they're like each other. Iorek told me he'd killed another bear, but THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница he never said how it came about."
"The fight was over a she-bear. The male whom Iorek killed would not display the usual signals of surrender when it was clear that Iorek was stronger. For all their pride, bears never fail to recognize superior force in another bear and surrender to it, but for some reason this bear didn't do it. Some say that lofur Raknison worked on his mind, or gave him confusing herbs to eat. At any rate, the young bear persisted, and Iorek Byrnison allowed his temper to master him. The case was not hard to THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница judge; he should have wounded, not killed."
"So otherwise he'd be king," Lyra said. "And I heard something about lofur Raknison from the Palmerian Professor at Jordan, 'cause he'd been to the North and met him. He said . . . I wish I could remember what it was . . . .I think he'd tricked his way on to the throne or something . . . .But you know, Iorek said to me once that bears couldn't be tricked, and showed me that I couldn't trick him. It sounds as if they was both tricked, him and the other THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница bear. Maybe only bears can trick bears, maybe people can't. Except . . . The people at Trollesund, they tricked him, didn't they? When they got him drunk and stole his armor?"
"When bears act like people, perhaps they can be tricked," said Serafina Pekkala. "When bears act like bears, perhaps they can't. No bear would normally drink spirits. Iorek Byrnison drank to forget the shame of exile, and it was only that which let the Trollesund people trick him."
"Ah, yes," said Lyra, nodding. She was satisfied with that idea. She admired Iorek almost without limit, and she THE SILVER GUILLOTINE 3 страница was glad to find confirmation of his nobility. "That's clever of you," she said. "I wouldn't have known that if you hadn't told me. I think you're probably cleverer than Mrs. Coulter."
They flew on. Lyra chewed some of the seal meat she found in her pocket.
"Serafina Pekkala," she said after some time, "what's Dust? 'Cause it seems to me that all this trouble's about Dust, only no one's told me what it is."