It Lyras o brood; sical c imaginative. No one ion it o come all t it, an imaginative cely iced liar doesnt mean you ion. Many good liars ion at all; its t wion.
So no sion Board, Lyra didnt fret o terror about ians. ters, and even talaimon said , aken; or if mistaken, Jo not . It so t tians o rescue manage it, notop lorek Byrnison from getting ; and to Svalbard in Lee Scoresbys balloon and rescue Lord Asriel.
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So next morning, ever to see Roger—in particular, eager to see him before he saw her.
S o . t dormitories seven by ter t o teen for breakfast.
And there was Roger.
ting a table just inside tc rig to pretend to drop a o pick it up, bending lo to Pantalaimon could speak to Rogers daemon Salcilia.
Stered so Pantalaimon o be a cat and leap at o Roger pale at once. Lyra e. ty stare so ement, and joy; and only Pantalaimon, so keep Roger from sing out and leaping up to greet friend, his comrade in arms, his Lyra.
But tles and campaigns. No one must kno ed trays of cornflakes and toast and sat togetant gang, excluding everyone else in order to gossip about them.
You cant keep a large group of c giving ty to do, and in some abled activities sucics and “art.” Boys and girls separate except for breaks and mealtimes, so it until midmorning, after an ed by one of t Lyra o talk to Roger. But it o look natural; t y.
All t t boys talk to boys and girls to girls, eac of ignoring te sex.
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It to talk ion o look glum and rebellious as ss iny buzz of talk bet really listening, but at one point s blond made up.
It ony Makarios. As Lyras attention snapped to, Pantalaimon o sloened to he girl was saying.
“No, I kno really en because tony muc anytter...”
“erested in daemons?” said Lyra.
“No one knohe blond girl.
“I knohen see if you die.”
“ell, over and over kids?” said someone.
“to do it once, they?”
“I kno girl.
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“how?” said someone.
“ Cause I he linen room,” she said.
Sly. If sing jeers and teasing, t come. All the children were subdued, and no one even smiled.
t on: “e and t voice. And sony, I kno you....And s going to put you to sleep, and ttle operation, and t tony didnt believe her. he says—”
“tartars! I bet!”
“S up! else did t in. By time, a dozen or more cered around able, te to knoense.
t on: “tony ed to knoter, see. And to sleep too, just like when you do.
And tony says, Youre gonna kill yer? 1 knos s just a little operation. Just a little cut. It even , but you to sleep to make sure.
All t no for a moment, and tco tc so no one could here.
“ sort of cut?” said a boy, and frig sort of cut?”
“S said, Its someto make you more gros o make ts grown up.”
“But—”
“Does t mean—”
“, all grownupsve ?”
“ about—”
Suddenly all topped as if t, and all eyes turned to ter Clara stood tter-of-fact, and beside e coat w seen before.
“Bridget McGinn,” he said.
tood up trembling. c.
“Yes, sir?” she said, her voice hardly audible.
“Finiser Clara,” of you run along and go to your classes.”
Obediently tacked tainless-steel trolley before leaving in silence. No one looked at Bridget McGinn except Lyra, and sh fear.
t of t morning in exercise. t tation, because it side during t, and eacook turns to play in to form teams and t first Lyra, a loss o do. But sic, and a natural leader, and soon found . ts of ts of ttle gymnasium and soon baniss; ended to do.
At lunceen, Lyra felt Pantalaimon give a cion, and turned to find Billy Costa standing just behind her.
“Roger told me you ered.
“Your brotians,” she said.
“to take you home.”
subdued to a cough.
“And you got to call me Lizzie,” Lyra said, “never Lyra. And you got to tell me everyt.”
t toget o do t lunc more time coming and going betables and ter, ter of knives and forks and plates Billy and Roger botold cion en taken to els furt explain ony Makarios came to be Roger eresting to tell her.
“I found a hiding place,” he said.
“? here?”
“See t picture...” togram of tropical beacop rig ceiling panel?”
ted of large rectangular panels set in a frameal strips, and ture ed slightly.
“I sa,” Roger said, “and I t t be like it, so I lifted em, and t lift up. Me and tried it one nigory, before took here and you can crawl inside....”
“he ceiling?”
“I dunno. e just in a little ime heyd probably find us.”
Lyra sa not as a as a t before talk any more, a doctor banged on a table o speak.
“Listen, cen carefully. Every so often ant t dressed properly and make our side any panic. So o ice fire drill ternoon. stop gros t go to if theres a real fire.”
ell, t Lyra, theres an idea.
During t part of ternoon, Lyra and four otested for Dust. tors didnt say t it o guess. taken one by one to a laboratory, and of course tened; , if s striking a blo t t going to do t operation just yet, it seemed.
“e to make some measurements,” tor explained. It ell te coats and oo, trange bland calm manner making ters.
“I erday,” Lyra said.
“A measurements today. Stand on tal plate—o. s it, stare at ttle green light. Good girl...”
Sometor made o left and rigime something clicked and flashed.
“ts fine. Noo t your o tube.
Noto raigs it.”
“ are you measuring?” s Dust?”
“old you about Dust?”
“One of t kno dusty, at least I dont terday.”
“As a different sort of dust. You cant see it . Its a special dust. Nos rig of t? take , t your othis way—
rest it on t tingling, noto , its just a slig....”
Pantalaimon, in tense and form, proning-eyed suspicion around tus, continually returning to rub Lyra.
S t going to perform tion on , and sure too t ion.