PART TWO BOLVAHGAR TEN - THE CONSUL AHD THE BEAR-1

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    John Faa and the other leaders had decided that they would make for Trollesund, the main port of Lapland. The witches had a sulate iown, and John Faa khat without their help, or at least their friendly rality, it would be impossible to rescue the captive children.

    He explained his idea to Lyra and Farder  the  day, when Lyras seasiess had abated slightly. The sun was shining brightly and the green waves were dashing against the bows, bearing white streams of foam as they curved away. Out on the deck, with the breeze blowing and the whole sea a-sparkle with light and movement, she felt little siess at all; and noantalaimon had discovered the delights of being a seagull and then a stormy petrel and skimming the wave tops, Lyra was too absorbed by his glee to wallow in landlubberly misery.

    John Faa, Farder , and two or three others sat iern of the ship, with the sun full oalking about what to do .

    “Now, Farder  knows these Lapland witches,” John Faa said. “And if I ent mistaken, theres an obligation there.”

    “Thats right, John,” said Farder . “It were forty years back, but thats nothing to a witch. Some of em live to many times that.”

    “What happe this obligation about, Farder ?” said Adam Stefanski, the man in charge of the fighting troop.

    “I saved a witchs life,” Farder  explained. “She fell out of the air, being pursued by a great red bird like to nothing Id seen before. She fell injured in the marsh and I set out to find her. She was like to drowning, and I got her on board and shot that bird down, and it fell into a bog, to my regret, for it was as big as a bittern, and flame-red.”

    “Ah,” the other men murmured, captured by Farder s story.

    “Now, when I got her in the boat,” he went on, “I had the most grim shock Id ever known, because that young woman had no daemon.”

    It was as if hed said, “She had no head.” The very thought was repugnant. The men shuddered, their daemons bristled or shook themselves or cawed harshly, and the men soothed them. Pantalaimo into Lyras arms, their hearts beating together.

    “At least,” Farder  said, “thats what it seemed. Being as shed fell out of the air, I more than suspected she was a witch. She looked exactly like a young woman, thihan some and prettier than most, but not seeing that daemon gave me a hideous turn.”

    “Ent they got daemons then, the witches?” said the other man, Michael zona.

    “Their daemons is invisible, I expect,” said Adam Stefanski. “He was there all the time, and Farder  never saw him.”

    “No, youre wrong, Adam,” said Farder . “He werent there at all. The witches have the power to separate their-selves from their daemons a mighty sight furthern what we . If need be, they  send their daemons far abroad on the wind or the clouds, or down below the o. And this witch I found, she hadnt beeing above an hour when her daemon came a flying back, because hed felt her fear and her injury, of course. And its my belief, though she never admitted to this, that the great red bird I shot was another witchs daemon, in pursuit. Lord! That made me shiver, when I thought of that. Id have stayed my hand; Id have taken any measures on sea or land; but there it was.

    Anyway, there was no doubt Id saved her life, and she gave me a token of it, and said I was to call on her help if ever it was needed. And once she sent me help when the Skraelings shot me with a poison arrow. We had other es, too....I havent seen her from that day to this, but shell remember.”

    “And does she live at Trollesund, this witch?”

    “No, no. They live in forests and oundra, not in a seaport among men and women. Their business is with the wild. But they keep a sul there, and I shall get word to her, make no doubt about that.”

    Lyra was keen to know more about the witches, but the men had turheir talk to the matter of fuel and stores, and presently she grew impatient to see the rest of the ship. She wandered along the deck toward the bows, and soon made the acquaintance of an able seaman by flig at him the pips shed saved from the apple shed eaten at breakfast. He was a stout and placid man, and when hed sworn at her and been sworn at iurn, they became <var></var>great friends. He was called Jerry. Under his guidance she found out that having something to do prevented you from feeling seasick, and that even a job like scrubbing a deck could be satisfying, if it was done in a seamanlike way. She was very taken with this notion, and later on she folded the blas on her bunk in a seamanlike way, and put her possessions in the closet in a seamanlike way, and used “stow”

    instead of “tidy” for the process of doing so.

    After two days at sea, Lyra decided that this was the life for her. She had the run of the ship, from the engine room to the bridge, and she was soon on first-erms with all the cretain Rokeby let her signal to a Hollands frigate by pulling the handle of the steam whistle; the cook suffered her help in mixing plum duff; and only a stern word from John Faa prevented her from climbing the foremast to ihe horizon from the crows .

    All the time they were steaming north, and it grew colder daily. The ships stores were searched for oilskins that could be cut down for her, and Jerry showed her how to sew, an art she learned willingly from him, though she had sed it at Jordan and avoided instru from Mrs. Lonsdale. Together they made a roof bag for the alethiometer that she could wear around her waist, in case she fell in the sea, she said. With it safely <mark></mark>in place she g to the rail in her oilskins and souwester as the stinging spray broke over the bows and surged along the deck. She still felt seasick occasionally, especially when the wind got up and the ship plunged heavily over the crests of the gray-green waves, and then it antalaimons job to distract her from it by skimming the waves as a stormy petrel; because she could feel his boundless glee in the dash of wind and water, and fet her nausea. From time to time he even tried being a fish, and once joined a school of dolphins, to their surprise and pleasure.

    Lyra stood shivering in the focsle and laughed with delight as her beloved Pantala<bdi>９９lｉb?</bdi>imon, sleek and powerful, leaped from the water with half a dozen other swift gray shapes. He had to stay close to the ship, of course, for he could never go far from her; but she sensed his desire to speed as far and as fast as he could, for pure exhilaration. She shared his pleasure, but for her it wasnt simple pleasure, for there ain and fear in it too. Suppose he loved being a dolphin more than he loved being with her on land? What would she do then?

    Her friend the able seaman was nearby, and he paused as he adjusted the vas cover of the forward hatch to look out at the little girls daemon skimming and leaping with the dolphins. His own daemon, a seagull, had her head tucked under her wing on the capstan. He knew what Lyra was feeling.

    “I remember when I first went to sea, my Belisaria hadled on one form, I was that young, and she loved being a porpoise. I was afraid shed settle like that. There was one old sailorman on my first vessel who could never go ashore at all, because his daemon had settled as a dolphin, and he could never leave the water. He was a wonderful sailor, best navigator you ever knew; could have made a fortu the fishing, but he wasnt happy at it. He was never quite happy till he died and he could be buried at sea.”

    “Why do daemons have to settle?” Lyra said. “I antalaimon to be able to ge forever. So does he.”

    “Ah, they always have settled, and they always will. Thats part of growing up.

    Therell e a time when youll be tired of his ging about, and youll want a settled kind of form for him.”

    “I never will!”

    “Oh, you will. Youll want to grow up like all the irls. Anyway, theres pensations for a settled form.”

    “What are they?”

    “Knowing what kind of person you are. Take old Belisaria. Shes a seagull, and that means Im a kind of seagull too. Im not grand and splendid nor beautiful, but Im a tough old thing and I  survive anywhere and always find a bit of food and pany. Thats worth knowing, that is. And when your daemoles, youll know the sort of person you are.”

    “But suppose your daemoles in a shape you dont like?”

    “Well, then, youre distented, ent you? Theres plenty of folk asd like to have a lion as a daemon and they end up with a poodle. And till they learn to be satisfied with what they are, theyre going to be fretful about it. Waste of feeling, that is.”

    But it dido Lyra that she would ever grow up.

    One m there was a different smell in the air, and the ship was moving oddly, with a brisker rog from side to side instead of the plunging and s. Lyra was on deck a mier she woke up, gazing greedily at the land: such a strange sight, after all that water, for though they had only been at sea a few days, Lyra felt as if theyd been on the o for months. Directly ahead of the ship a mountain rose, green flanked and snoed, and a little town and harbor lay below it: wooden houses with steep roofs, an oratory spire, es in the harbor, and clouds of gulls wheeling and g. The smell was of fish, but mixed with it came land smells too: pine resin ah and something animal and musky, and something else that was cold and blank and wild: it might have been snow. It was the smell of the North.

    Seals frisked around the ship, showing their  faces above the water before sinking back without a splash. The wind that lifted spray off the white-capped waves was monstrously cold, and searched out every gap in Lyras wolfskin, and her hands were soon ag and her faumb. Pantalaimon, in his ermine shape, warmed her neck for her, but it was too cold to stay outside for long without work to do, even to watch the seals, and Lyra went below to eat her breakfast pe and look through the porthole in the saloon.

    Ihe harbor the water was calm, and as they moved past the massive breakwater Lyra began to feel unsteady from the laotion. She and Pantalaimon avidly watched as the ship inched ponderously toward the quayside.

    During the  hour the sound of the engine died away to a quiet background rumble, voices shouted orders or queries, ropes were thrown, gangways lowered, hatches opened.

    “e on, Lyra,” said Farder . “Is everything packed?”

    Lyras possessions, such as they were, had been packed ever since shed woken up ahe land. All she had to do was run to the  and pick up the shopping bag, and she was ready.

    The first thing she and Farder  did ashore was to visit the house of the witch sul. It didnt take long to find it; the little town was clustered around the harbor, with the oratory and the governors house the only buildings of any size. The witch sul lived in a green-painted wooden house within sight of the sea, and when they rang the bell it jangled loudly in the quiet street.

    A servant showed them into a little parlor and brought them coffee. Presently the sul himself came in to greet them. He was a fat man with a florid fad a sober black suit, whose name was Martin Lanselius. His dsmon was a little serpent, the same intense and brilliant green as his eyes, which were the only witchlike thing about him, though Lyra was not sure what she had been expeg a witch to look like.

    “How  I help you, Farder ?” he said.

    “In two ways, Dr. Lanselius. First, Im anxious to get in touch with a witch lady I met some years ago, in the fen try of Eastern Anglia. Her name is Serafina Pekkala.”

    Dr. Lanselius made a h a silver pencil.

    “How long ago was your meeting with her?” he said.

    “Must be forty years. But I think she would remember.”

    “And what is the sed way in which you seek my help?”

    “Im representing a number of gyptian families whove lost children. Weve got reason to believe theres an anization capturing these children, ours and others, and bringing them to the North for some unknown purpose. Id like to know whether you or your people have heard of anything like this a going on.”

    Dr. Lanselius sipped his coffee blandly.

    “Its not impossible that notice of some such activity might have e our way,”

    he said. “You realize, the relatioween my people and the Northlanders are perfectly cordial. It would be difficult for me to justify disturbing them.”

    Farder  nodded as if he uood very well.

    “To be sure,” he said. “And it wouldnt be necessary for me to ask you if I could get the information any other way. That was why I asked about the witch lady first.”

    Now Dr. Lanselius nodded as if he uood. Lyra watched this game with puzzlement and respect. There were all kinds of things going oh it, and she saw that the witch sul was ing to a decision.

    “Very well,” he said. “Of course, thats true, and youll realize that your name is not unknown to us, Farder . Serafina Pekkala is queen of a witch  in the region of Lake Enara. As for your other question, it is of course uood that this information is not reag you through me.”

    “Quite so.”

    “Well, in this very town there is a branch of an anization called the Northern Progress Exploration pany, which pretends to be searg for minerals, but which is really trolled by something called the General Oblation Board of London. This anization, I happen to know, imports children.

    This is not generally known iown; the Norroway gover is not officially aware of it. The children dont remain here long. They are taken some distanland.”

    “Do you know where, Dr. Lanselius?”

    “No. I would tell you if I did.”

    “And do you know what happens to them there?”

    For the first time, Dr. Lanselius gla Lyra. She looked stolidly back. The little green serpent daemon raised her head from the suls collar and whispered tongue-flickeringly in his ear.

    The sul said, “I have heard the phrase the M.aystadt process in e with this matter. I think they use that in order to avoid calling what they do by its proper name. I have also heard the word intercision, but what it refers to I could not say.”

    “And are there any children iown at the moment?” said Farder .

    He was stroking his daemons fur as she sat alert in his lap. Lyra noticed that she had stopped purring.

    “No, I think not,” said Dr. Lanselius. “A group of about twelve arrived a week ago and moved out the day before yesterday.”

    “Ah! As ret as that? Then that gives us a bit of hope. How did they travel, Dr. Lanselius?”

    “By sledge.”

    “And you have no idea where they went?”

    “Very little. It is not a subject we are ied in.”

    “Quite so. Now, youve answered all my.. questions very fairly, sir, and heres just one more. If you were me, what question would you ask of the sul of the Witches?”

    For the first time Dr. Lanselius smiled.

    “I would ask where I could obtain the services of an armored bear,” he said.

    Lyra sat up, a Pantalaimo leap in her hands.

    “I uood the armored bears to be in the service of the Oblation Board,”

    said Farder  in surprise. “I mean, the Northern Progress pany, or whatever theyre calling themselves.”

    “There is at least one who is not. You will find him at the sledge depot at the end of Langlokur Street. He earns a living there at the moment, but such is his temper and the fear he engenders in the dogs, his employment might not last for long.”

    “Is he a renegade, then?”

    “It seems so. His name is lorek Byrnison. You asked what I would ask, and I told you. Now here is what I would do: I would seize the ploy an armored bear, even if it were far more remote than this.”

    Lyra could hardly sit still. Farder , however, khe etiquette for meetings such as this, and took another spiced honey cake from the plate. While he ate it, Dr. Lanselius turo Lyra.

    “I uand that you are in possession of ahiome-ter,” he said, treat surprise; for how could he have known that?

    “Yes,” she said, and then, prompted by a nip from Pantalaimon, added, “Would you like to look at it?”

    “I should like that very much.”

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