PART TWO BOLVAHGAR TEN - THE CONSUL AHD THE BEAR-2

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    She fished ily in the oilskin poud handed him the velvet package.

    He unfolded it and held it up with great care, gazing at the face like a Schazing at a rare manuscript.

    “How exquisite!” he said. “I have seeher example, but it was not so fine as this. And do you possess the books of readings?”

    “No,” Lyra began, but before she could say any more, Farder  eaking.

    “No, the great pity is that although Lyra possesses the alethiometer itself, theres no means of reading it whatsoever,” he said. “Its just as much of a mystery as the pools of ink the Hindus use for reading the future. And the  book of readings I know of is in the Abbey of St. Johann at Heidelberg.”

    Lyra could see why he was saying this: he didnt want Dr. Lanselius to know of Lyras power. But she could also see something Farder  couldnt, which was the agitation of Dr. Lanseliuss daemon, and she k ohat it was no good to pretend.

    So she said, “Actually, I  read it,” speaking half to Dr. Lanselius and half to Farder , and it was the sul who responded.

    “That is wise of you,” he said. “Where did you obtain this one?”

    “The Master of Jordan College in ave it to me,” she said. “Dr.

    Lanselius, do you know who made them?”

    “They are said tinate iy ue,” said the sul. “The Scholar who ied the first alethiometer arently trying to discover a way of measuring the influences of the plas, acc to the ideas of astrology. He inteo make a device that would respond to the idea of Mars or Venus as a pass responds to the idea of North. In that he failed, but the meism he ied was clearly responding to something, even if no one knew what it was.”

    “And where did they get the symbols from?”

    “Oh, this was in the seveh tury. Symbols and emblems were everywhere.

    Buildings and pictures were desigo be read like books. Everything stood for something else; if you had the right diary, you could read Nature itself.

    It was hardly surprising to find philosophers using the symbolism of their time to interpret knowledge that came from a mysterious source. But, you know, they havent been used seriously for two turies or so.”

    He hahe instrument back to Lyra, and added:

    “May I ask a question? Without the books of symbols, how do you read it?”

    “I just make my mind go clear and then its sort of like looking down into water. You got to let your eyes find the right level, because thats the only ohats in focus. Something like that,” she said.

    “I wonder if I might ask to see you do it?” he said.

    Lyra looked at Farder , wanting to say yes but waiting for his approval.

    The old man nodded.

    “What shall I ask?” said Lyra.

    “What are the iio<mark></mark>ns of the Tartars with regard to Kamchatka?”

    That wasnt hard. Lyra turhe hands to the camel, which meant Asia, which meant Tartars; to the ucopia, for Kamchatka, where there were gold mines; and to the<var></var> ant, which meant activity, which meant purpose and iion. The still, letting her mind hold the three levels of meaning together in focus, and relaxed for the answer, which came almost at ohe long needle trembled on the dolphin, the helmet, the baby, and the anchor, dang between them and onto the crucible in a plicated pattern that Lyras eyes followed without hesitation, but which was inprehensible to the two men.

    When it had pleted the movements several times, Lyra looked up. She blinked once or twice as if she were ing out of a trance.

    “Theyre going to pretend to attack it, but theyre not really going to, because its too far away and the<mark>99lｉb?</mark>yd be too stretched out,” she said.

    “Would you tell me how you read that?”

    “The dolphin, one of its deep-down meanings is playing, sort of like being playful,” she explained. “I know its the fifteenth because it stopped fifteen times and it just got clear at that level but nowhere else. And the helmet means war, and both together they meaend to go to war but not be serious. And the baby means—it means difficult—itd be too hard for them to attack it, and the anchor says why, because theyd be stretched out as tight as an anchor rope.

    I just see it all like that, you see.”

    Dr. Lanselius nodded.

    “Remarkable,” he said. “I am very grateful. I shall not fet that.”

    Then he looked strangely at Farder , and back at Lyra.

    “Could I ask you for one more demonstration?” he said. “If you look out of this window, youll see a shed with forty or more sprays of cloud-pine hanging on the wall. One of them has been used by Serafina Pekkala, and the others have not.

    Could you tell which is hers?”

    “Yeah!” said Lyra, always ready to show off, and she took the alethiometer and hurried out. She was eager to see cloud-pine, because the witches used it for flying, and shed never seen any before.

    The two men stood by the window and watched as she kicked her way through the snow, Pantalaimon boung beside her as a hare, to stand in front of the wooden shed, head down, manipulating the alethiometer. After a few seds she reached forward and uatingly picked out one of the many sprays of pine and held it up.

    Dr. Lanselius nodded.

    Lyra, intrigued and eager to fly, held it above her head and jumped, and ran about in the sn to be a witch. The sul turo Farder  and said: “Do you realize who this child is?”

    “Shes the daughter of Lord Asriel,” said Farder .

    “And her mother is Mrs. Coulter, of the Oblation Board.”

    “And apart from that?”

    The old gyptian had to shake his head. “No,” he said, “I dont know any more.

    But shes a strange i creature, and I wouldnt have her harmed for the world. How she es to read that instrument I couldnt guess, but I believe her whealks of it. Why, Dr. Lanselius? What do you know about her?”

    “The witches have talked about this child for turies past,” said the sul.

    “Because they live so close to the place where the veil between the worlds is thin, they hear immortal whispers from time to time, in the voices of those beings who pass between the worlds. And they have spoken of a child such as this, who has a great destiny that  only be fulfilled elsewhere—not in this world, but far beyond. Without this child, we shall all die. So the witches say.

    But she must fulfill this destiny in ignorance of what she is doing, because only in her ignorance  we be saved. Do you uand that, Farder ?”

    “No,” said Farder , “Im uo say that I do.”

    “What it means is that she must be free to make mistakes. We must hope that she does not, but we t guide her. I am glad to have seen this child before I die.”

    “But how did ynize her as being that particular child? And what did you mean about the beings who pass between the worlds? Im at a loss to uand you, Dr. Lanselius, for all that I judge youre an ho man....”

    But before the sul could ahe door opened and Lyra came in bearing a little branch of pine.

    “This is the one!” she said. “I tested em all, and this is it, Im sure. But it wont fly for me.”

    The sul said, “Well, Lyra, that is remarkable. You are lucky to have an instrument like that, and I wish you well with it. I would like to give you something to take away with you....”

    He took the spray and broke off a twig for her.

    “Did she really fly with this?” Lyra said.

    “Yes, she did. But then she is a witch, and you are not. I t give you all of it, because I  to tact her, but this will be enough. Look after it.”

    “Yes, I will,” she said. “Thank you.”

    And she tucked it into her purse beside the alethiometer. Farder  touched the spray of pine as if for luck, and on his face was an expression Lyra had never seen before: almost a longing. The sul showed them to the door, where he shook hands with Farder , and shook Lyras hand too.

    “I hope you find success,” he said, and stood on his doorstep i<bdi>.</bdi>n the pierg cold to watch them up the little street.

    “He khe answer about the Tartars before I did,” Lyra told Farder .

    “The alethiometer told me, but I never said. It was the crucible.”

    “I expect he was testing you, child. But you dht to be polite, being as we t be sure what he knows already. And that was a useful tip about the bear. I dont knoe would a heard otherwise.”

    They found their way to the depot, which was a couple of crete warehouses in a scrubby area of waste ground where thin weeds grew between gray rocks and pools of icy mud. A surly man in an office told them that they could find the bear off duty at six, but theyd have to be quick, because he usually went straight to the yard behind Einarssons Bar, where they gave him drink.

    Then Farder  took Lyra to the best outfitters in town and bought her some proper cold-weather clothing. They bought a parka made of reindeer skin, because reindeer hair is hollow and insulates well; and the hood was lined with wolverine fur, because that sheds the ice that forms when you breathe. They bought underclothing and boot liners of reindeer calf skin, and silk gloves to go inside big fur mittens. The boots and mittens were made of skin from the reindeers fs, because that is extra tough, and the boots were soled with the skin of the bearded seal, which is as tough as walrus hide, but lighter.

    Finally they bought a roof cape that enveloped her pletely, made of semitransparent seal iine.

    With all that on, and a silk muffler around her ned a woollen cap over her ears and the big hood pulled forward, she was unfortably warm; but they were going to much cions than this.

    John Faa had been supervising the unloading of the ship, and was keen to hear about the witch suls words, and even keeo learn of the bear.

    “Well go to him this very evening,” he said. “Have you ever spoken to such a creature, Farder ?”

    “Yes, I have; and fought ooo, though not by myself, thank God. We must be ready to treat with him, John. Hell ask a lot, Ive no doubt, and be surly and difficult to manage; but we must have him.”

    “Oh, we must. And what of your witch?” “Well, shes a long way off, and a  queen now,” said Farder . “I did hope it might be possible for a message to reach her, but it would take too long to wait for a reply.” “Ah, well. Now let me tell you what Ive found, old friend.” For John Faa had been fidgeting with impatieo tell them something. He had met a prospector on the quayside, a New Dane from the try of Texas, and this man had a balloon, of all things.

    The expedition hed been hoping to join had failed for lack of funds even before it had left Amsterdam, so he was stranded.

    “Think what we might do with the help of an aeronaut, Farder !” said John Faa, rubbing his great hands together. “Ive engaged him to sign up with us.

    Seems to me we struck lucky a ing here.”

    “Luckier still if we had a clear idea of where we were going,” said Farder , but nothing could damp John Faas pleasure in being on campaign once more.

    After darkness had fallen, and wheores and equipment had all been safely unloaded and stood in waiting on the quay, Farder  and Lyra walked along the waterfront and looked for Einarssons Bar. They found it easily enough: a crude crete shed with a red neon sign flashing irregularly over the door and the sound of loud voices through the densation-frosted windows.

    A pitted alley beside it led to a sheet-metal gate into a rear yard, where a lean-to shed stood crazily over a floor of frozen mud. Dim yellow light through the rear window of the bar showed a vast pale form croug upright and gnawing at a hauneat which it held in both hands. Lyra had an impression of bloodstained muzzle and face, small malevolent black eyes, and an immensity of dirty matted yellowish fur. As it gnawed, hideous growling, g, sug noises came from it.

    Farder  stood by the gate and called:

    “lorek Byrnison!”

    The bear stopped eating. As far as they could tell, he was looking at them directly, but it was impossible to read any expression on his face.

    “lorek Byrnison,” said Farder  again. “May I speak to you?”

    Lyras heart was thumping hard, because something in the bears presence made her feel close to ess, danger, brutal power, but a power trolled by intelligence; and not a human intelligenothing like a human, because of course bears had no daemons. This strange hulking presenawing its meat was like nothing she had ever imagined, and she felt a profound admiration and pity for the lonely creature.

    He dropped the reindeer leg in the dirt and slumped on all fours to the gate.

    Then he reared up massively, te or more high, as if to show how mighty he was, to remind them how useless the gate would be as a barrier, and he spoke to them from that height.

    “Well? Who are you?”

    His voice was so deep it seemed to shake the earth. The rank smell that came from his body was almost overp.

    “Im Farder , from the gyptian people of Eastern Anglia. And this little girl is Lyra Belacqua.”

    “What do you want?”

    “We want to offer you employment, lorek Byrnison.”

    “I am employed.”

    The bear dropped on all fain. It was very hard to detey expressive tones in his voice, whether of irony er, because it was so deep and so flat.

    “What do you do at the sledge depot?” Farder  asked.

    “I mend broken maery and articles of iron. I lift heavy objects.”

    “What kind of work is that for a panserbjorn?”

    “Paid work.”

    Behind the bear, the door of the bar opened a little way and a man put down a large earthenware jar before looking up to peer at them.

    “Whos that?” he said.

    “Strangers,” said the bear.

    The bartender looked as if he was going to ask something more, but the bear lurched toward him suddenly and the man shut the door in alarm. The bear hooked a claw through the handle of the jar and lifted it to his mouth. Lyra could smell the tang of the raw spirits that splashed out.

    After swallowing several times, the bear put the jar down and turned back to gnaw his hauneat, heedless of Farder  and Lyra, it seemed; but then he spoke again.

    “What work are you ?”

    “Fighting, in all probability,” said Farder . “Were moving north until we find a place where theyve taken some children captive. When we find it, well have to fight to get the children free; and then well bring them back.”

    “And what will you pay?”

    “I dont know what to offer you, lorek Byrnison. If gold is desirable to you, we have gold.”

    “No good.”

    “What do they pay you at the sledge depot?”

    “My keep here i and spirits.”

    Silence from the bear; and then he dropped the ragged bone and lifted the jar to his muzzle again, drinking the powerful spirits like water.

    “Five me for asking, lorek Byrnison,” said Farder , “but you could live a free proud life on the ice hunting seals and walruses, or you could go to war and wi prizes. What ties you to Trollesund and Einarssons Bar?”

    Lyra felt her skin shiver all over. She would have thought a question like that, which was almost an insult, would ehe great creature beyond reason, and she wo Farder s ce in asking it. lorek Byrnison put down his jar and came close to the gate to peer at the old mans face. Farder  didnt flinch.

    “I know the people you are seeking, the child cutters,” the bear said. “They left town the day before yesterday to go north with more children. No one will tell you about them; they pretend not to see, because the child cutters bring money and business. Now, I dont like the child cutters, so I shall answer you politely. I stay here and drink spirits because the meook my armor away, and without that, I  hunt seals but I t go to war; and I am an armored bear; war is the sea I swim in and the air I breathe. The men of this town gave me spirits a me drink till I was asleep, and theook my armor away from me. If I knew where they keep it, I would tear dowown to get it back. If you want my service, the price is this: get me back my armor. Do that, and I shall serve you in your campaigher until I am dead or until you have a victory. The price is my armor. I want it back, and then I shall never need spirits again.”

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