TWENTY-THREE - NO WAY OUT
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"Will," said Lyra, "what dyou think the harpies will do whe the ghosts out?"Because the creatures were getting louder and flying closer, and there were more and more of them all the time, as if the gloom were gathering itself into little clots of malid giving them wings. The ghosts kept looking up fearfully.
"Are we getting close?" Lyra called to the Lady Salmakia.
"Not far now," she called down, h above them. "You could see him if you climbed that rock."
But Lyra didnt want to waste time. She was trying with all her heart to put on a cheerful face fer, but every moment in front of her minds eye was that terrible image of the little<cite>..</cite> dog-Pan abandoned oty as the mist closed around him, and she could barely keep from howling. She must, though; she must be hopeful fer; she always had been.
When they did e face to face, it happened quite suddenly. In among the press of all the ghosts, there he was, his familiar features wan but his expression as full of delight as a ghost could be. He rushed to embrace her.
But he passed like cold smoke through her arms, and though she felt his little hand clutch at her heart, it had nth to hold on. They could ruly touch again.
But he could whisper, and his voice said, "Lyra, I hought Id ever see you again, I thought even if you did e down here when you was dead, youd be much older, youd be a grownup, and you wouldnt want to speak to me...”
"Why ever not?"
"Because I dohe wrong thing when Pan got my daemon away from Lord Asriels! We shouldve run, we shouldnt have tried to fight her! We shouldve run to you! Then she wouldnt have been able to get my daemon again, and when the cliff fell away, my daemon wouldve still been with me!"
"But that werent your fault, stupid!" Lyra said. "It was me that brung you there in the first place, and I shouldve let you go back with the other kids and the gyptians. It was my fault. Im so <cite>藏书网</cite>sorry, Roger, ho, it was my fault, you wouldntve been here otherwise..."
"Well," he said, "I dunno. Maybe I wouldve got dead some other way. But it werent your fault, Lyra, see."
She felt herself beginning to believe it; but all the same, it was heartrending to see the poor little cold thing, so close a so out of reach. She tried to grasp his wrist, though her fingers closed in the empty air; but he uood and sat down beside her.
The hosts withdrew a little, leaving them alone, and Will moved apart, too, to sit down and nurse his hand. It was bleeding again, and while Tialys flew fiercely at the ghosts to force them away, Salmakia helped Will tend to the wound.
But Lyra and Roger were oblivious to that.
"And you ent dead," he said. "Howd you e here if youre still alive? And wheres Pan?"
"er, I had to leave him on the shore, it was the worst thing I ever had to do, it hurt so much, you know how it hurts, and he just stood there, just looking, oh, I felt like a murderer, Roger, but I had to, or else I couldnt have e!"
"I beeending to talk to you all the time since I died," he said. "I been wishing I could, and wishing so hard...Just wishing I could get out, me and all the other dead uns, cause this is a terrible place, Lyra, its hopeless, theres no ge when youre dead, and them bird-things... You know what they do? They wait till youre resting, you t never sleep properly, you just sort of doze, and they e up quiet beside you and they whisper all the bad things you ever did when you was alive, so you t fet em. They know all the worst things about you. They know how to make you feel horrible, just thinking of all the stupid things and bad things you ever did. And all the greedy and unkind thoughts you ever had, they know em all, and they shame you up and they make you feel sick with yourself... But you t get away from em."
"Well," she said, "listen."
Dropping her void leaning closer to the little ghost, just as she used to do when they were planning mischief at Jordan, : she went on:
"You probably dont know, but the witches, you remember Serafina Pekkala, the witchesve got a prophecy about me. They dont know I know, no one does. I never spoke to anyone about it before. But when I was in Trollesund, and Farder the gyptian took me to see the Witches sul, Dr. Lanselius, he gave me like a kind of a test. He said I had to go outside and pick out the right piece of cloud-pi of all the others to show I could really read the alethiometer.
"Well, I dohat, and then I came in quickly, because it was cold and it only took a sed, it was easy. The sul was talking to Farder , and they didnt know I could hear em. He said the witches had this prophecy about me, I was going to do something great and important, and it was going to be in another world...
"Only I never spoke of it, and I re I must have even fot it, there was so much else going on. So it sort of sunk out of my mind. I never even talked about it with Pan, cause he would have laughed, I re.
"But then later on Mrs. Coulter caught me and I was in a trance, and I was dreaming and I dreamed of that, and I dreamed of you. And I remembered the gyptian boat mother, Ma Costa, you remember, it was their boat we got on board of, in Jericho, with Simon and Hugh and them...”
"Yes! And we nearly sailed it to Abingdon! That was the best thing we ever done, Lyra! I wont never fet that, even if Im down here dead for a thousand years...”
"Yes, but listen, when I ran away from Mrs. Coulter the first time, right, I found the gyptians again and they looked after me and... er, theres so much I found out, youd be amazed, but this is the important thing: Ma Costa said to me, she said Id got witch-oil in my soul, she said the gyptians were water people but I was a fire person.
"And what I think that means is she was sort of preparing me for the witch-prophecy. I know I got something important to do, and Dr. Lanselius the sul said it was vital I never found out what my destiny was till it happened, see, I must never ask about it... So I never did. I never even thought what it might be. I never asked the alethiometer, even.
"But now I think I know. And finding you again is just a sort of proof. What I got to der, what my destiny is, is I got to help all the ghosts out of the land of the dead forever. Me and Will, we got to rescue you all. Im sure its that. It must be. And because Lord Asriel, because of something my father said... Death is going to die, he said. I dunno whatll happen, though. You mustnt tell em yet, promise. I mean you might not last up there. But...”
He was desperate to speak, so she stopped.
"Thats just what I wao tell you!" he said. "I told em, all the other dead uns, I told them youd e! Just like you came and rescued the kids from Bolvangar! I says, Lyrall do it, it anyone . They
wished itd be true, they wao believe me, but they never really did, I could tell.
"For ohing," he went on, "every kid thats ever e here, every single oarts by saying, I bet my dadll e a me, or I bet my mum, as soon as she knows where I am, shell fetch me home again. If it ent their dad or mum, its their friends, or their grandpa, but someones going to e and rescue em. Only they never do. So no one believed me when I told em youd e. Only I was right!"
"Yeah," she said, "well, I couldnt have do without Will. Thats Will over there, and thats the Chevalier Tialys and the Lady Salmakia. Theres so much to tell yer..."
"Whos Will? Wheres he e from?"
Lyra began to explain, quite unaware of how her voice ged, how she sat up straighter, and how even her eyes looked different wheold the story of her meeting with Will and the fight for the subtle knife. How could she have known? But Roger noticed, with the sad, voiceless envy of the unging dead.
Meanwhile, Will and the Gallivespians were a little way off, talking quietly.
"What are you going to do, you and the girl?" said Tialys.
"Open this world ahe ghosts out. Thats what Ive got the knife for."
He had never seen such astonishment on any faces, let alohose of people whose good opinion he valued. Hed acquired a great respect for these two. They sat silent for a few moments, and then Tialys said:
"This will undo everything. Its the greatest blow you could strike. The Authority will be powerless after this."
"How would they ever suspect it?" said the Lady. "Itll e at them out of nowhere!"
"And what then?" Tialys asked Will.
"What then? Well, then well have to get out ourselves, and find our daemons, I suppose. Dont think of then. Its enough to think of now. I havent said anything to the ghosts, in case…, in case it doesnt work. So dont you say anythiher. Now Im going to find a world I open, and those harpies are watg. So if you want to help, you go and distract them while I do that."
Instantly the Gallivespians urged their dragonflies up into the murk overhead, where the harpies were as thick as blowflies. Will watched the great is charging fearlessly up at them, for all the world as if the harpies were flies and they could snap them up in their jaws, big as they were. He thought how much the brilliant creatures would love it when the sky en and they could skim about over bright water again.
Theook up the knife. And instantly there came back the words the harpies had thrown at him, taunts about his mother, aopped. He put the knife down, trying to clear his mind.
He tried again, with the same result. He could hear them clam above, despite the ferocity of the Gallivespians; there were so many of them that two fliers alone could do little to stop them.
Well, this was what it was going to be like. It wasnt going to get any easier. So Will let his mind relax and bee disengaged, and just sat there with the knife held loosely until he was ready again.
This time the k straight into the air, a rock. He had opened a window in this world into the underground of another. He closed it up and tried again.
And the same thing happehough he k was a different world. Hed opened windows before to find himself above the ground of another world, so he shouldnt have been surprised to find he was underground for a ge, but it was discerting.
ime he felt carefully in the way hed learned, letting the tip search for the resohat revealed a world where the ground was in the same place. But the touch was wrong wherever he felt. There was no world anywhere he could open into; everywhere he touched, it was solid rock.
Lyra had sehat something was wrong, and she jumped up from her close versation with Rhost to hurry to Wills side.
"What is it?" she said quietly.
He told her, and added, "Were going to have to move somewhere else before I find a world en into. And those harpies arent going to let us. Have you told the ghosts what we were planning?"
"No. Only Roger, and I told him to keep it quiet. Hell do whatever I tell him. Oh, Will, Im scared, Im so scared. We might not ever get out. Suppose we get stuck here forever?"
"The knife cut through rock. If we o, well just cut a tunnel. Itll take a long time, and I hope we wont have to, but we could. Dont worry."
"Yeah. Youre right. Course we could."
But she thought he looked so ill, with his face drawn in pain and with dark rings around his eyes, and his hand was shaking, and his fingers were bleeding again; he looked as sick as she felt. They couldnt go on much longer without their daemons. She felt her own ghost quail in her body, and hugged her arms tightly, ag for Pan.
Meanwhile, the ghosts were pressing close, poor things, and the children especially couldnt leave Lyra alone.
"Please," said one girl, "you wont fet us when you go back, will you?"
"No," said Lyra, "never."
"Youll tell them about us?"
"I promise. Whats your name?"
But the pirl was embarrassed and ashamed: shed fotten. She turned away, hiding her face, and a boy said:
"Its better tet, I re. Ive fotten mine. Some ent been here long, and they still know who they are. Theres some kids beehousands of years. Theyre no older than us, and theyve fotten a whole lot. Except the sunshine. No one fets that. And the wind."
"Yeah," said another, "tell us about that!"
And more and more of them clamored for Lyra to tell them about the things they remembered, the sun and the wind and the sky, and the things theyd fotten, such as how to play; and she turo Will and whispered, "What should I do, Will?"
"Tell them."
"Im scared. After what happened back there, the harpies...”
"Tell them the truth. Well keep the harpies off."
She looked at him doubtfully. In fact, she felt sick with apprehension. She turned back to the ghosts, who were thronging closer and closer.
"Please!" they were whispering. "Youve just e from the world! Tell us, tell us! Tell us about the world!"
There was a tree not far away, just a dead trunk with its bone white brahrusting into the chilly gray air, and because Lyra was feeling weak, and because she didnt think she could walk and talk at the same time, she made for that so as to have somewhere to sit. The crowd of ghosts jostled and shuffled aside to make room.
When she and Will were nearly at the tree, Tialys landed on Wills hand and indicated that he should bend his head to listen.
"Theyre ing back," he said quietly, "those harpies. More and more of them. Have your knife ready. The Lady and I will hold them off as long as we , hut you might o fight."
Without w Lyra, Will loosehe knife in its sheath a his hand close to it. Tialys took off again, and then Lyra reached the tree and sat down on one of the thick roots.
So many dead figures clustered around, pressing hopefully, wide-eyed, that Will had to make them keep bad leave room; but he let Roger stay close, because he was gazing at Lyra, listening with a
passion.
And Lyra began to talk about the world she knew.
She told them the story of how she and Roger had climbed over Jordan College roof and found the rook with the broken leg, and how they had looked after it until it was ready to fly again; and how they had explored the wine cellars, all thick with dust and cobwebs, and drunk some ary, or it might have been Tokay, she couldnt tell, and how drunk they had been. And Rhost listened, proud and desperate, nodding and whispering, "Yes, yes! Thats just what happehats true all right!"
Theold them all about the great battle between the Oxford townies and the clayburners.
First she described the claybeds, making sure she got ihing she could remember, the wide ocher-colored washing <bdo></bdo>pits, the draglihe kilns like great brick beehives. She told them about the willow trees along the rivers edge, with their leaves all silvery underh; and she told how when the sun shone for more than a couple of days, the clay began to split up into great handsome plates, with deep cracks between, and how it felt to squish your fingers into the cracks and slowly lever up a dried plate of mud, trying to keep it as big as you could without breaking it. Underh it was still wet, ideal for throwing at people.
And she described the smells around the place, the smoke from the kilns, the rotten-leaf-mold smell of the river when the wind was in the southwest, the warm smell of the baking potatoes the clayburners used to eat; and the sound of the water slipping slickly over the sluices and into the washing pits; and the slow, thick suck as you tried to pull your foot out of the ground; and the heavy, wet slap of the gate paddles in the clay-thick water.
As she spoke, playing on all their sehe ghosts crowded closer, feeding on her words, remembering the time when they had flesh and skin and nerves and senses, and willing her o stop.
Theold how the clayburners children always made war oownies, but how they were slow and dull, with clay in their brains, and how the townies were as sharp and quick as sparrows by trast; and how one day all the townies had swallowed their differences and plotted and planned and attacked the claybeds from three sides, pinning the clayburners children back against the river, hurling handfuls and handfuls of heavy, claggy clay at one another, rushing their muddy castle and tearing it down, turning the fortifications into missiles until the air and the ground and the water were all mixed iricably together, and every child looked exactly the same, mud from scalp to sole, and none of them had had a better day in all their lives.
When shed finished, she looked at Will, exhausted. Then she had a shock.
As well as the ghosts, silent all around, and her panions, close and living, there was another audieoo: the branches of the tree were clustered with those dark bird forms, their womens faces gazing down at her, solemn and spellbound.
She sto９９ｌｉｂ?od up in sudden fear, but they didnt move.
"You," she said, desperate, "you flew at me before, when I tried to tell you something. Whats stopping you now? Go on, tear at me with your claws and make a ghost out of me!"
"That is the least we shall do," said the harpy in the ter, who was No-Name herself. "Listen to me. Thousands of years ago, when the first ghosts came down here, the Authority gave us the power to see the worst in every one, and we have fed on the worst ever siill our blood is rank with it and our very hearts are sied.
"But still, it was all we had to feed on. It was all we had. And now we learn that you are planning to open a way to the upper world and lead all the ghosts out into the air...”
And her harsh voice was drowned by a million whispers, as every ghost who could hear cried out in joy and hope; but all the harpies screamed aheir wings until the ghosts fell silent again.
"Yes," cried No-Name, "to lead them out! What will we do now? I shall tell you what we will do: from
now on, we shall hold nothing back. We shall hurt and defile and tear and rend every ghost that es through, and we shall send them mad with fear and remorse and self-hatred. This is a wasteland now; we shall make it a hell!"
Every single harpy shrieked and jeered, and many of them flew up off the tree and straight at the ghosts, making them scatter in terror. Lyra g to Wills arm and said, "Theyve given it away now, and we t do it. Theyll hate us, theyll thirayed them! Weve made it worse, not better!"
"Quiet," said Tialys. "Dont despair. Call the harpies bad make them listen to us."
So Will cried out, "e back! e back, every one of you! e bad listen!"
One by ohe harpies, their faces eager and hungry and suffused with the lust for misery, turned and flew back to the tree, and the ghosts drifted back as well. The Chevalier left his dragonfly in the care of Salmakia, and his little tense figure, green-clad and dark-haired, leapt to a rock where they could all see him.
"Harpies," he said, "we offer you somethier than that. Answer my questions truly, and hear what I say, and then judge. When Lyra spoke to you outside the wall, you flew at her. Why did you do that?"
"Lies!" the harpies all cried. "Lies and fantasies!"
"Yet when she spoke just now, you all listened, every one of you, and you kept silent and still. Again, why was that?"
"Because it was true," said No-Name. "Because she spoke the truth. Because it was nourishing. Because it was feeding us. Because we couldnt help it. Because it was true. Because we had no idea that there was anything but wiess. Because it brought us news of the world and the sun and the wind and the rain. Because it was true."
"Then," said Tialys, "lets make a bargain with yo>..</a>u. Instead of seeing only the wiess and cruelty and greed of the ghosts that e down here, from now on you will have the right to ask all the ghosts to tell you the stories of their lives, and they will have to tell the truth about what theyve seen and touched and heard and loved and known in the world. Every one of these ghosts has a story; every single ohat es down iure will have true things to tell you about the world. And youll have the right to hear them, and they will have to tell you."
Lyra marveled at the nerve of the little spy. How did he dare speak to these creatures as if he had the power to give them rights? Any one of them could have snapped him up in a moment, wrenched him apart in her claws or carried him high and then hurled him down to the ground to smash in pieces. Ahere he stood, proud and fearless, making a bargain with them! And they listened, and ferred, their faces turning to one aheir voices low.
All the ghosts watched, fearful and silent.
Then No-urned back.
"Thats not enough," she said. "We want more than that. We had a task uhe old dispensation. We had a plad a duty. We fulfilled the Authoritys ands diligently, and for that we were honored. Hated and feared, hut hooo. What will happen to our honor now? Why should the ghosts take any notice of us, if they simply walk out into the world again? We have our pride, and you should not let that be dispensed with. We need an honorable place! We need a duty and a task to do, ohat will bring us the respect we deserve!"
They shifted on the branches, muttering and raising their wings. But a moment later Salmakia leapt up to join the Chevalier, and called out:
"You are quite right. Everyone should have a task to do thats important, ohat brings them honor, ohey perform with pride. So here is your task, and its ohat only you do, because you are the guardians and the keepers of this place. Your task will be to guide the ghosts from the landing place by the lake all the way through the land of the dead to the new opening out into the world. In exge, they will
tell you their stories as a fair and just payment for this guidance. Does that seem right to you?"
No-Name looked at her sisters, and they nodded. She said: "And we have the right to refuse to guide them if they lie, or if they hold anything back, or if they have nothing to tell us. If they live in the world, they should see and toud hear and learn things. We shall make an exception for infants who have not had time to learn anything, but otherwise, if they e down here bringing nothing, we shall not guide them out."
"That is fair," said Salmakia, and the other travelers agreed.
So they made a treaty. And in exge for the story of Lyras that theyd already heard, the harpies offered to take the travelers and their ko a part of the land of the dead where the upper world was close. It was a long way off, through tunnels and caves, hut they would guide them faithfully, and all the ghosts could follow.
But before they could begin, a voice cried out, as loudly as a whisper could cry. It was the ghost of a thin man with an angry, passionate face, and he cried:
"What will happen? When we leave the world of the dead, will we live again? Or will we vanish as our daemons did? Brothers, sisters, we shouldnt follow this child aill we know whats going to happen to us!"
Others took up the question: "Yes, tell us where were going! Tell us what to expect! We wont go unless we know whatll happen to us!"
Lyra turo Will in despair, but he said, "Tell them the truth. Ask the alethiometer, ahem what it says."
"All right," she said.
She took out the golden instrument. The answer came at once. She put it away and stood up.
"This is whatll happen," she said, "and its true, perfectly true. When you go out of here, all the particles that make you up will loosen and float apart, just like your daemons did. If youve seen people dying, you know what that looks like. But your daemo just nothing now; theyre part of everything. All the atoms that were them, theyve goo the air and the wind and the trees and the earth and all the living things. Theyll never vanish. Theyre just part of everything. And thats exactly whatll happen to you, I swear to you, I promise on my honor. Youll drift apart, its true, but youll be out in the open, part of everything alive again."
No one spoke. Those who had seen how daemons dissolved were remembering it, and those who hadnt were imagining it, and no one spoke until a young woman came forward. She had died as a martyr turies before. She looked around and said to the hosts:
"When we were alive, they told us that when we died wed go to Heaven. And they said that Heaven lace of joy and glory and we would speernity in the pany of saints and angels praising the Almighty, in a state of bliss. Thats what they said. And thats what led some of us to give our lives, and others to spend years in solitary prayer, while all the joy of life was going to waste around us and we never knew.
"Because the land of the dead isnt a place of reward or a place of punishment. Its a place of nothing. The good e here as well as the wicked, and all of us languish in this gloom forever, with no hope of freedom, or joy, or sleep, or rest, or peace.
"But now this child has e us a way out and Im going to follow her. Even if it means oblivion, friends, Ill wele it, because it wohing. Well be alive again in a thousand blades of grass, and a million leaves; well be falling in the raindrops and blowing in the fresh breeze; well be glittering in the dew uhe stars and the moon out there in the physical world, which is our true home and always was.
"So I urge you: e with the child out to the sky!"
But her ghost was thrust aside by the ghost of a man who looked like a monk: thin and pale, with dark, zealous eyes even in his death. He crossed himself and murmured a prayer, and then he said:
"This is a bitter message, a sad and cruel joke. t you see the truth? This is not a child. This is a of the Evil One himself! The world we lived in was a vale of corruption and tears. Nothing there could satisfy us. But the Almighty has granted us this blessed place for all eternity, this paradise, which to the fallen soul seems bleak and barren, but which the eyes of faith see as it is, overflowing with milk and honey and resounding with the sweet hymns of the angels. This is Heaven, truly! What this evil girl promises is nothing but lies. She wants to lead you to Hell! Go with her at your peril. My panions and I of the true faith will remain here in our blessed paradise, and speernity singing the praises of the Almighty, who has given us the judgment to tell the false from the true."
Once again he crossed himself, and then he and his panions turned away in horror and loathing.
Lyra felt bewildered. Was she wrong? Was she making some great mistake? She looked around: gloom and desolation on every side. But shed been wrong before about the appearance of things, trusting Mrs. Coulter because of her beautiful smile and her sweet-sted glamour. It was so easy to get things wrong; and without her daemon to guide her, maybe she was wrong about this, too.
But Will was shaking her arm. The his hands to her fad held it roughly.
"You know thats not true," he said, "just as well as you feel this. Take no notice! They all see hes lying, too. And theyre depending on us. e os make a start."
She nodded. She had to trust her body and the truth of what her seold her; she knew Pan would have.
So they set off, and the numberless millions of ghosts began to follow them. Behind them, too far back for the children to see, other inhabitants of the world of the dead had heard what was happening and were ing to join the great march. Tialys and Salmakia flew back to look and were overjoyed to see their own people there, and every other kind of scious being who had ever been punished by the Authority with exile ah. Among them were beings who didnt look human at all, beings like the mulefa, whom Mary Malone would have reized, and stranger ghosts as well.
But Will and Lyra had nth to look back; all they could do was move on after the harpies, and hope.
"Have we almost do, Will?" Lyra whispered. "Is it nearly over?"
He couldnt tell. But they were so weak and sick that he said, "Yes, its nearly over, weve nearly do. Well be out soon."
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