In a valley so tream milky er splass fleiff clustered below.
tream better of insects and time to time a stronger gust of another and groan like a cello.
It sunligs of lemon-gold brilliance lanced doo t floor betill, never constant, because drifting mist en float among treetops, filtering all t to a pearly sheen and
brusure t glistened ed. Sometimes tness in to tiny drops and ed do rustling patter among the millions of needles.
tream, er of t of to a its reamed out in tual ains, and offerings of barley cakes and dried tea of t, tual rainbows.
tating and fasting and praying, and ted for t y feet or so deep, tures living in it for years s.
But t lay rous golden fur, and urned a pine cone t, snapping off tc t nuts.
Be beyond t er in a small pan over a napove. tered a er looked up.
Coming along t pater kne be kno sation and prayer, and under a voo speak to a man. Ama s sed.
time, t alone. o ted a little way off.
Ama came to trance and bowed.
quot;My fat; she said.
quot;Greetings, c; said Mrs. Coulter.
tton, ers feet. t a little ton to speak in a rapid, nervous voice. Mrs. Coulter understood some of tain people, but it o let tioned to to close o c tle black terfly daemon tering closer and closer until tled on a horny forefinger.
t o er felt a tiny stream of understanding floo o take refuge in t it sh her who was in some way dangerous and powerful.
It er, or ? Did s place? ere to stay long? Ama conveyed tions housand misgivings.
A novel anso Mrs. Coulter as tanding filtered into ell trut all of it, naturally, but some. S a little quiver of laug t kept it out of her voice as she explained:
quot;Yes, t to be afraid of. Ser, and s made o er ry to cure ;
Ama voice, and ill; and talk of encers and spells added to t. But tly, and ser into the cave.
ook a step for ayed where he was.
Mrs. Coulter lit a candle, because t o ttered ogetitive gesture of finger on to s.
quot;You see?quot; said Mrs. Coulter. quot;So be afraid of.quot;
Ama looked at t a about t, for . ure like a mongoose, but red-gold in color and smaller. tenderly smooture stirred uneasily and uttered a tle mehrough her hair.
quot;So you can tell your fat youve seen,quot; Mrs. Coulter on. quot;No evil spirit. Just my daug, please, Ama, tell your fat t be a secret. No one but you t knoroy ell your fat;
S beside Lyra and smooto kiss ers c Ama ttle girl felt tears fill her gaze.
Mrs. Coulter took Amas back to trance, and sac ogeto er, o Mrs. Coulter and to ted sleeper, turned and scampered doo t off, to vanishe heavy rhododendrons.