TWO - BALTHAMOS AND BARUCH-2
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"Oh, how tedious."" you, though?"
"I could..."
"Do it now, the me see."
The form of the angel seemed to dense and swirl into a little vortex in midair, and then a blackbird swooped down onto the grass at Wills feet.
"Fly to my shoulder," said Will.
The bird did so, and then spoke in the angels familiar acid tone:
"I shall only do this when its absolutely necessary. Its unspeakably humiliating."
"Too bad," said Will. "Whenever we see people in this world, you bee a bird. Theres no point in fussing uing. Just do it."
The blackbird flew off his shoulder and vanished in midair, and there was the angel again, sulking in the half-light. Before they went back through, Will looked all around, sniffing the air, taking the measure of the world where Lyra was captive.
"Where is your panion now?" he said.
"Following the woman south."
"Then we shall go that way, too, in the m."
day Will walked for hours and saw no ohe try sisted for the most part of low hills covered in short dry grass, and whenever he found himself on any sort of high point, he looked all around fns of human habitation, but found he only variation in the dusty brown-greeiness was a distant smudge of darker green, which he made for because Balthamos said it was a forest and there was a river there, which led south. When the sun was at its height, he tried and failed to sleep among some low bushes; and as the evening approached, he was footsore and weary.
"Slress," said Balthamos sourly.
"I t help that," said Will. "If you t say anything useful, dont speak at all."
By the time he reached the edge of the forest, the sun was low and the air heavy with pollen, so much so that he sneezed several times, startling a bird that flew up shrieking from somewhere nearby.
"That was the first living thing Ive seen today," Will said.
"Where are you going to camp?" said Balthamos.
The angel was occasionally visible now in the long shadows of the trees. What Will could see of his expression etulant.
Will said, "Ill have to stop here somewhere. You could help look food spot. I hear a stream, see if you find it."
The angel disappeared. Will trudged on, through the low clumps of heather and bog myrtle, wishing there was such a thing as a path for his feet to follow, and eyeing the light with apprehension: he must choose where to stop soon, or the dark would force him to stop without a choice.
"Left," said Balthamos, an arms length away. "A stream and a dead tree for firewood. This way..."
Will followed the angels void soon found the spot he described. A stream splashed swiftly between mossy rocks, and disappeared over a lip into a narrow little chasm dark uhe overarg trees. Beside the stream, a grassy baended a little way back to bushes and undergrowth.
Before he let himself rest, he set about colleg wood, and soon came across a circle of charred stones in the grass, where someone else had made a fire long before. He gathered a pile of twigs and heavier branches and with the k them to a useful length before trying to get them lit. He didnt know the best way to go about it, and wasted several matches before he mao coax the flames into life.
The angel watched with a kind of atience.
Ohe fire was going, Will ate two oatmeal biscuits, some dried meat, and some Kendal Mint Cake, washing it down with gulps of cold water. Balthamos sat nearby, silent, and finally Will said:
"Are you going to watch me all the time? Im not going anywhere."
"Im waiting for Baruch. He will e back soon, and then I shall ignore you, if you like."
"Would you like some food?"
Balthamos moved slightly: he was tempted.
"I mean, I dont know if you eat at all," Will said, "but if youd like something, youre wele."
"What is that..." said the angel fastidiously, indig the Kendal Mint Cake.
"Mostly sugar, I think, and peppermint. Here."
Will broke off a square and held it out. Balthamos ined his head and shen he picked it up,
his fingers light and cool against Wills palm.
"I think this will nourish me," he said. "One piece is quite enough, thank you."
He sat and nibbled quietly. Will found that if he looked at the fire, with the angel just at the edge of his vision, he had a much stronger impression of him.
"Where is Baruch?" he said. " he unicate with you?"
"I feel that he is close. Hell be here very soon. Wheurns, we shall talk. Talking is best."
And barely ten minutes later the soft sound of wis came to their ears, and Balthamos stood up eagerly. The moment, the two angels were embrag, and Will, gazing into the flames, saw their mutual affeore than affe: they loved each other with a passion.
Baruch sat down beside his panion, and Will stirred the fire, so that a cloud of smoke drifted past the two of them. It had the effect of outlining their bodies so that he could see them both clearly for the first time. Balthamos was slender; his narrow wings were folded elegantly behind his shoulders, and his face bore an expression that mingled haughty disdain with a tender, ardent sympathy, as if he would love all things if only his nature could let him fet their defects. But he saw s in Baruch, that was clear. Baruch seemed younger, as Balthamos had said he was, and was more powerfully built, his wings snow-white and massive. He had a simpler nature; he looked up to Balthamos as to the fount of all knowledge and joy. Will found himself intrigued and moved by their love for each other.
"Did you find out where Lyra is?" he said, impatient for news.
"Yes," said Baruch. "There is a Himalayan valley, very high up, near a glacier where the light is turned into rainbows by the ice. I shall draw you a map in the soil so you dont mistake it. The girl is captive in a cave among the trees, kept asleep by the woman."
"Asleep? And the womans alone? No soldiers with her?"
"Alone, yes. In hiding."
"And Lyras not harmed?"
"No. Just asleep, and dreaming. Let me show you where they are."
With his pale finger, Baruch traced a map in the bare soil beside the fire. Will took his notebook and copied it exactly. It showed a glacier with a curious serpentine shape, flowing dowween three almost identical mountain peaks.
"Now," said the angel, "we go closer. The valley with the cave runs down from the left side of the glacier, and a river of meltwater runs through it. The head of the valley is here..."
He drew another map, and Will copied that; and then a third, getting closer in each time, so that Will felt he could find his way there without difficulty, provided that hed crossed the four or five thousand miles betweeundra and the mountains. The knife was good for cuttiween worlds, but it couldnt abolish distahin them.
"There is a shrihe glacier," Baruded by saying, "with red silk banners half-torn by the winds. And a young girl brings food to the cave. They think the woman is a saint who will bless them if they look after her needs."
"Do they," said Will. "And shes hiding... Thats what I dont uand. Hiding from the Church?"
"It seems so."
Will folded the maps carefully away. He had set the tin cup oo the edge of the fire to heat some water, and now he trickled some powdered coffee into it, stirring it with a stick, and ed his hand in a handkerchief before pig it up to drink.
A burning stick settled in the fire; a night bird called.
Suddenly, for no reason Will could see, both angels looked up and in the same dire. He followed their gaze, but saw nothing. He had seen his cat do this once: look up alert from her half-sleep and watch
something or someone invisible e into the room and walk across. That had made his hair stand up, and so did this.
"Put out the fire," Balthamos whispered.
Will scooped up some earth with his good hand and doused the flames. At ohe cold struto his bones, and he began to shiver. He pulled the cloak around himself and looked up again.
And now there was something to see: above the clouds a shape was glowing, and it was not the moon.
He heard Baruch murmur, "The Chariot? Could it be?"
"What is it?" Will whispered.
Baruch leaned close and whispered back, "They know were here. Theyve found us. Will, take your knife and...”
Before he could finish, something hurtled out of the sky and crashed into Balthamos, In a fra of a sed Baruch had leapt on it, and Balthamos was twisting to free his wings. The three beings fought this way and that in the dimness, like great s caught in a mighty spiders web, making no sound: all Will could hear was the breaking twigs and the brushing leaves as they struggled together.
He couldnt use the khey were all moving too quickly. Instead, he took the electric torch from the rucksad switched it on.
None of them expected that. The attacker threw up his wings, Balthamos flung his arm across his eyes, and only Baruch had the presenind to hold on. But Will could see what it was, this enemy: anel, much bigger and strohan they were, and Baruchs hand was clamped over his mouth.
"Will!" cried Balthamos. "The knife … cut a way out …"
And at the same moment the attacker tore himself free of Baruchs hands, and cried:
"Lent! I have them! Lent!"
His voice made Wills head ring; he had never heard such a cry. And a moment later the angel would have sprung into the air, but Will dropped his tord leapt forward. He had killed a cliff-ghast, but using the knife on a being shaped like himself was much harder. heless, he gathered the great beating wings into his arms and slashed again and again at the feathers until the air was filled with whirling flakes of white, remembering even in the sweep of violeions the words of Balthamos: You have true flesh, we have not. Human beings were strohan angels, stronger even tha powers like this one, and it was true: he was bearing the angel down to the ground.
The attacker was still shouting in that ear-splitting voice: "Lent! To me, to me!"
Will mao glance upward and saw the clouds stirring and swirling, and that gleam, something immense, growing more powerful, as if t<q>..</q>he clouds themselves were being luminous with energy, like plasma.
Balthamos cried, "Will, e away and cut through, before he es...”
But the angel was struggling hard, and now he had one wing free and he was f himself up from the ground, and Will had to hang on or lose him entirely. Baruch sprang to help him, and forced the attackers head bad back.
"No!" cried Balthamos again. "No! No!"
He hurled himself at Will, shaking his arm, his shoulder, his hands, and the attacker was trying to shout again, but Baruchs hand was over his mouth. From above came a deep tremor, like a mighty dynamo, almost too low to hear, though it shook the very atoms of the air and jolted the marrow in Wills bones.
"Hes ing...” Balthamos said, almost sobbing, and now Will did cate of his fear. "Please, please, Will...”
Will looked up.
The clouds were parting, and through the dark gap a figure eeding down: small at first, but as it
came closer sed by sed, the form became bigger and more imposing. He was making straight for them, with unmistakable malevolence.
"Will, you must," said Baruch urgently.
Will stood up, meaning to say "Hold him tight," but even as the words came to his mind, the angel sagged against the ground, dissolving and spreading out like mist, and then he was gone. Will looked around, feeling foolish and sick.
"Did I kill him?" he said shakily.
"You had to," said Baruch. "But now...”
"I hate this," said Will passionately, "truly, truly, I hate this killing! When will it stop?"
"We must go," said Balthamos faintly. "Quickly Will, quickly, please...”
They were both mortally afraid.
Will felt in the air with the tip of the knife: any world, out of this one. He cut swiftly, and looked up: that el from the sky was only seds away, and his expression was terrifying. Even from that distance, and even in that urgent sed or so, Will felt himself searched and scoured from one end of his being to the other by some vast, brutal, and merciless intellect.
And what was more, he had a spear, he was raising it to hurl...
And in the moment it took the ao check his flight and turn upright and pull back his arm to fling the on, Will followed Barud Balthamos through and closed the window behind him. As his fingers pressed the last inch together, he felt a shock of air, but it was gone, he was safe: it was the spear that would have passed through him in that other world.
They were on a sandy beader a brilliant moon. Giant ferrees grew some way inland; low duended for miles along the shore. It was hot and humid.
"Who was that?" said Will, trembling, fag the two angels.
"That was Metatron," said Balthamos. "You should have...”
"Metatron? Whos he? Why did he attack? And dont lie to me."
"We must tell him," said Baruch to his c<big></big>ompanion. "You should have done so already."
"Yes, I should have," Balthamos agreed, "but I was cross with him, and anxious for you."
"Tell me now, then," said Will. "And remember, its no good telling me what I should do, none of it matters to me, none. Only Lyra matters, and my mother. And that," he added to Balthamos, "is the point of all this metaphysical speculation, as you called it."
Baruch said, "I think we should tell you our information. Will, this is o have been seeking you, and why we must take you to Lord Asriel. We discovered a secret of the Kingdom, of the Authoritys world, and we must share it with him. Are we safe here?" he added, looking around. "There is no way through?"
"This is a different world. A different universe."
The sand they stood on was soft, and the slope of the dune nearby was inviting. They could see for miles in the moonlight; they were utterly alone.
"Tell me, then," said Will. "Tell me about Metatron, and what this secret is. Why did that angel call him Regent? And what is the Authority? Is he God?"
He sat down, and the two angels, their forms clearer in the moonlight than he had ever seen them before, sat with him.
Balthamos said quietly, "The Authority, God, the Creator, the Lord, Yahweh, El, Adonai, the King, the Father, the Almighty, those were all names he gave himself. He was he creator. He was an angel like ourselves, the first arue, the most powerful, but he was formed of Dust as we are, and Dust is only a name for what happens when matter begins to uand itself. Matter loves matter. It seeks to know more
about itself, and Dust is formed. The first angels densed out of Dust, and the Authority was the first of all. He told those who came after him that he had created them, but it was a lie. One of those who came later was wiser than he was, and she found out the truth, so he banished her. We serve her still. And the Authority still reigns in the Kingdom, aron is his Regent.
"But as for what we discovered in></a> the Clouded Mountain, we t tell you the heart of it. We swore to each other that the first to hear should be Lord Asriel himself."
"Then tell me what you . Dont keep me in the dark."
"We found our way into the Clouded Mountain," said Baruch, and at once went on: "Im sorry; we use these terms too easily. Its sometimes called the Chariot. Its not fixed, you see; it moves from place to place. Wherever it goes, there is the heart of the Kingdom, his citadel, his palace. Whehority was young, it wasnt surrounded by clouds, but as time passed, he gathered them around him more and more thickly. No one has seen the summit for thousands of years. So his citadel is known now as the Clouded Mountain."
"What did you find there?"
"The Authority himself dwells in a chamber at the heart of the Mountain. We could close, although we saw him. His power...”
"He has delegated much of his power," Balthamos interrupted, "to Metatron. Youve seen what hes like. We escaped from him before, and now hes seen us again, and what is more, hes seen you, and hes seen the knife. I did say...”
"Balthamos," said Baruch gently, "dont chide Will. We need his help, and he t be blamed for not knowing what it took us so long to find out."
Balthamos looked away.
Will said, "So youre not going to tell me this secret of yours? All right. Tell me this, instead: what happens when we die?"
Balthamos looked back, in surprise.
Baruch said, "Well, there is a world of the dead. Where it is, and what happens there, no one knows. My ghost, thanks to Balthamos, never went there; I am what was ohe ghost of Baruch. The world of the dead is just dark to us."
"It is a prison camp," said Balthamos. "The Authority established it in the early ages. Why do you want to know? You will see it in time."
"My father has just died, thats why. He would have told me all he knew, if he hadnt been killed. You say its a world, do you mean a world like this one, another universe?"
Balthamos looked at Baruch, whed.
"And what happens in the world of the dead?" Will went on.
"Its impossible to say," said Baruch. "Everything about it is secret. Even the churches dont know; they tell their believers that theyll live in Heaven, but thats a lie. If people really knew..."
"And my fathers ghost has gohere."
"Without a doubt, and so have the tless millions who died before him."
Will found his imagination trembling.
"And why didnt you go directly to Lord Asriel with yreat secret, whatever it is," he said, "instead of looking for m<samp></samp>e?"
"We were not sure," said Balthamos, "that he would believe us unless we brought him proof of ood iions. Two angels of low rank, among all the powers he is dealing with, why should he take us seriously? But if we could bring him the knife and its bearer, he might listen. The knife is a potent on, and Lord Asriel would be glad to have you on his side."
"Well, Im sorry," said Will, "but that sounds feeble to me. If you had any fiden your secret,
you wouldnt need an excuse to see Lord Asriel."
"Theres another reason," said Baruch, "We khat Metatron would be pursuing us, and we wao make sure the knife didnt fall into his hands. If we could persuade you to e to Lord Asriel first, then at least...”
"Oh, no, thats not going to happen," said Will. "Youre making it harder for me to reach Lyra, not easier. Shes the most important thing, and youre fetting her pletely. Well, Im not. Why dont you just go to Lord Asriel and leave me alone? Make him listen. You could fly to him much more quickly than I walk, and Im going to find Lyra first, e what may. just do that, just go, just leave me."
"But you need me," said Balthamos stiffly, "because I pretend to be your daemon, and in Lyras world youd stand out otherwise."
Will was too angry to speak. He got up and walked twenty steps away through the soft, deep sand, and then stopped, for the heat and humidity were stunning.
He turned around to see the two aalking closely together, and then they came up to him, humble and awkward, but proud, too.
Baruch said, "We are sorry. I shall go on my own to Lord Asriel and give him our information, and ask him to send you help to find his daughter. It will be two days flying time, if I navigate truly."
"And I shall stay with you, Will," said Balthamos.
"Well," said Will, "thank you."
The two angels embraced. Then Baruch folded his arms around Will and kissed him on both cheeks. The kiss was light and cool, like the hands of Balthamos.
"If we keep moving toward Lyra," Will said, "will you find us?”
"I shall never lose Balthamos," said Baruch, and stepped hack.
Then he leapt into the air, soared swiftly into the sky, and vanished among the scattered stars. Balthamos was looking after him with desperate longing.
"Shall we sleep here, or should we move on?" he said finally, turning to Will.
"Sleep here," said Will.
"Then sleep, and Ill watch out for danger. Will, I have been short with you, and it was wrong of me. You have the greatest burden, and I should help you, not chide you. I shall try to be kinder from now on."
So Will lay down on the warm sand, and somewhere nearby, he thought, the angel was keeping watch; but that was little fort.
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get us out of here, Roger, I promise. And Wills ing, Im sure he is!"
He didnt uand. He spread his pale hands and shook his head.
"I dunno who that is, and he wont e here," he said, "and if he does, he wont know me."
"Hes ing to me," she said, "and me and Will, oh, I dont know her, but I swear well help. And dont fet theres others on our side. Theres Serafina and theres Iorek, andSerafina Pekkala, the queen of the witches of Lake Enara, wept as she flew through the turbid skies of the Arctic. She wept with rage and fear and remorse: rage against the woman Coulter, whom she had sworn to kill; fear of what was happening to her beloved land; and remorse... She would face the remorse later.
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