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He was a soldier from Lyra's own world, an African.


Четверг, 24 Марта 2011 г. 02:51 + в цитатник

His daemon was a long-legged tawny cat spotted with black, and she drew back her teeth and prepared to spring. So she said, It is not realty light, but you see it and it looks like that light on water at sunset? The answer came almost immediately. Yes, we do. My name is Balthamos. My companion is Baruch."The second time was at Bolvangar, when I found her just in time, under the... under the blade of the.  My heart nearly stopped. It was what they, we, what I had done to other children, but when it was mine..Oh, you can't conceive the horror of that moment, I hope you never suffer as I did then.  But I got her free; I took her out; I saved her a second time. But she had hardly time to feel the thrill of that idea before she heard sounds on the path outside, and in a shiver of guilt she and her daemon darted behind a ridge of rock at the side of the cave. She shouldn't be here. She was spying. It was wrong. If it could tell us, we'd know. But since it can't, I'm not going to kill it. That would be considering our feelings rather than the toad's. When she came to the first trunk, she rested her hands on the deeply ridged red-gold bark. The ground was covered ankle-deep in brown leaf skeletons as long as her hand, soft and fragrant to walk on. She was soon surrounded by a cloud of midgelike flying things, as well as a little flock of the tiny hummingbirds, a yellow butterfly with a wingspread as broad as her hand, and too many crawling things for comfort. The air was full of humming and buzzing and scraping. Lord Roke climbed down hand over hand in the thick fleece of her coat, until he reached the hem at the level of her knees. There he clung and looked around. "You might let us go in through that door and find the ghost we've come here to look for; I hope you would, anyway. If you'd be so kind. Will had no words, though his breast and his throat were full. He managed to say, "Thank you, Iorek Byrnison," but that was all he could say. It was toward one of these gullies that they led her. She had dismounted when they left the road, and she walked steadily at their pace over the brow of the hill and down into the gully. Anyway, their shape, and the roads, and the wheel trees coming together all made it possible. A lot of little chances, all coming together. When did your part of the story begin, Will? When he reached the cave, the woman was waiting for him.


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