NINETEEN - CAPTIVITY-2

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    She was nearly asleep when the bolts clattered and the door opened. Light spilled in, and she was on her feet at once, with Pantalaimon hidden swiftly in her pocket.

    As soon as the bear guard<bdo>?</bdo> bent his head to lift the haunch of seal meat and throw it in, she was at his side, saying:

    “Take me to lofur Raknison. Youll be in trouble if you dont. Its very urgent.”

    He dropped the meat from his jaws and looked up. It wasnt easy to read bears expressions, but he looked angry.

    “Its about lorek Byrnison,” she said quickly. “I know something about him, and the king o know.”

    “Tell me what it is, and Ill pass the message on,” said the bear.

    “That wouldnt be right, not for someone else to know before the king does,” she said. “Im sorry, I doo be rude, but you see, its the rule that the king has to know things first.”

    Perhaps he was slow-witted. At any rate, he paused, and then threw the meat into the cell before saying, “Very well. You e with me.”

    He led her out into the open air, for which she was grateful. The fog had lifted and there were stars glittering above the high-walled courtyard. The guard ferred with another bear, who came to speak to her.

    “You ot see lofur Raknison when you please,” he said. “You have to wait till he wants to see you.”

    “But this is urgent, what Ive got to tell him,” she said. “Its about lorek Byrnison. Im sure His Majesty would want to know it, but all the same I t tell it to anyone else, dont you see? It wouldnt be polite. Hed be ever so cross if he knew we hadnt been polite.”

    That seemed to carry some weight, or else to mystify the bear suffitly to make him pause. Lyra was sure her interpretation of things was right: lofur Raknison was introdug so many new ways that none of the bears was certai how to behave, and she could exploit this uainty in order to get to lofur.

    So that bear retreated to sult the bear above him, and before long Lyra was ushered ihe palace again, but into the state quarters this time. It was no er here, and in fact the air was even harder to breathe than in the cell, because all the natural stinks had been overlaid by a heavy layer of cloying perfume. She was made to wait in a corridor, then in an anteroom, then outside a large door, while bears discussed and argued and scurried bad forth, and she had time to look around at the preposterous decoration: the walls were rich with gilt plasterwork, some of which was already peeling off or crumbling with damp, and the florid carpets were trodden with filth.

    Finally the large door ened from the inside. A blaze of light from half a dozen deliers, a crimson carpet, and more of that thick perfume hanging in the air; and the faces of a dozen or more bears, all gazing at her, none in armor but each with some kind of decoration: a golden necklace, a headdress of purple feathers, a crimson sash. Curiously, the room was also occupied by birds; terns and skuas perched on the plaster ice, and swooped low to snatch at bits of fish that had fallen out of one anothers s in the deliers.

    And on a dais at the far end of the room, a mighty throne reared up high. It was made of granite for strength and mas-siveness, but like so many other things in lofurs palace, it was decorated with overelaborate swags aoons of gilt that looked like tinsel on a mountainside.

    Sitting ohrone was the biggest bear she had ever seen. lofur Raknison was even taller and bulkier than lorek, and his face was muobile and expressive, with a kind of humanness in it which she had never seen in loreks.

    When lofur looked at her, she seemed to see a man looking out of his eyes, the sort of man she had met at Mrs. Coulters, a subtle politi used to power. He was wearing a heavy gold  around his neck, with a gaudy jewel hanging from it, and his claws—a good six inches long—were each covered in gold leaf. The effect was one of enormous strength and energy and craft; he was quite big enough to carry the absurd overdecoration; on him it didnt look preposterous, it looked barbarid magnifit.

    She quailed. Suddenly her idea seemed too feeble for words.

    But she moved a little closer, because she had to, and then she saw that lofur was holding something on his knee, as a human might let a cat sit there—or a daemon.

    It was a big stuffed doll, a manikin with a vat stupid human face. It was dressed as Mrs. Coulter would dress, and it had a sort h resemblao her. He retending he had a daemon. Then she knew she was safe.

    She moved up close to the throne and bowed very low, with Pantalaimon keeping quiet and still in her pocket.

    “reetings to you, great King,” she said quietly. “Or I mean my greetings, not his.”

    “Not whose?” he said, and his voice was lighter than she had thought it would be, but full of expressive tones and subtleties. When he spoke, he waved a paw in front of his mouth to dislodge the flies that clustered there.

    “lorek Byrnisons, Your Majesty,” she said. “Ive got something very important a to tell you, and I think I ought to tell you in private, really.”

    “Something about lorek Byrnison?”

    She came close to him, stepping carefully over the bird-spattered floor, and brushed away the flies buzzing at her face.

    “Something about daemons,” she said, so that only he could hear.

    His expression ged. She couldnt read what it was saying, but there was no doubt that he owerfully ied. Suddenly he lumbered forward off the throne, making her skip aside, and roared <mark></mark>an order to the other bears. They all bowed their heads and backed out toward the door. The birds, which had risen in a flurry at his roar, squawked and swooped around overhead before settling again on their s.

    Whehrone room was empty but for lofur Raknison and Lyra, he turerly.

    “Well?” he said. “Tell me who you are. What is this about daemons?”

    “I am a daemon, Your Majesty,” she said.

    He stopped still.

    “Whose?” he said.

    “lorek Byrnisons,” was<samp>藏书网</samp> her answer.

    It was the most dangerous thing she had ever said. She could see quite clearly that only his astonishment prevented him from killi once. She went on:

    “Please, Your Majesty, let me tell you all about it first before you harm me.

    Ive e here at my own risk, as you  see, and theres nothing Ive got that could hurt you. In fact, I want to help you, thats why Ive e. lorek Byrnison was the first bear to get a daemon, but it should have been you. I would much rather be your daemon than his, thats why I came.”

    “How?” he said, breathlessly. “How has a bear got a daemon? And why him? And how are you so far from him?” The flies left his mouth like tiny words. “Thats easy. I  go far from him because Im like a witchs daemon. You know how they  go hundreds of miles from their humans? Its like that. And as for how he got me, it was at Bolvangar. Youve heard of Bolvangar, because Mrs. Coulter must have told you about it, but she probably didnt tell you everything they were doing there.” “Cutting...” he said.

    “Yes, cutting, thats part of it, intercision. But theyre doing all kinds of other things too, like making artificial daemons. And experimenting on animals.

    When lorek Byrnison heard about it, he offered himself for an experiment to see if they could make a daemon for him, and they did. It was me. My name is Lyra.

    Just like when people have daemons, theyre animal-formed, so when a bear has a daemon, itll be human. And Im his daemon. I  see into his mind and kly what hes doing and where he is and—” “Where is he now?”

    “On Svalbard. Hes ing this way as fast as he .” “Why? What does he want?

    He must be mad! Well tear him to pieces!”

    “He wants me. Hes ing to get me back. But I dont want to be his daemon, lofur Raknison, I want to be yours. Because ohey saerful a bear was with a daemon, the people at Bolvangar decided not to do that experiment ever again. lorek Byrnison was going to be the only bear who ever had a daemon.

    And with me helping him, he could lead all the bears against you. Thats what hes e to Svalbard for.”

    The bear-king roared his anger. He roared so loudly that the crystal in the deliers tinkled, and every bird in the great room shrieked, and Lyras ears rang.

    But she was equal to it.

    “Thats why I love you best,” she said to lofur Raknison, “because youre passionate and strong as well as clever. And I just had to leave him and e and tell you, because I dont want him ruling the bears. It ought to be you. And there is a way of taking me away from him and making me your daemon, but you wouldnt know what it was unless I told you, and you might do the usual thing about fighting bears like him thatve been outcast; I mean, not fight him properly, but kill him with fire hurlers or something. And if you did that, Id just go out like a light and die with him.”

    “But you—how —”

    “I  bee your daemon,” she said, “but only if you defeat lorek Byrnison in single bat. Then his strength will flow into you, and my mind will flow into yours, and well be like one person, thinking each others thoughts; and you  send me miles away to spy for you, or keep me here by your side, whichever you like. And Id help you lead the bears to capture Bolvangar, if you like, and make them create more daemons for your favorite bears; or if youd rather be the only be<dfn></dfn>ar with a daemon, we could destroy Bolvangar forever. We could do anything, lofur Raknison, you aogether!”

    All the time she was holding Pantalaimon in her pocket with a trembling hand, and he was keeping as still as he could, in the smallest mouse form he had ever assumed.

    lofur Raknison ag up and down with an air of explosive excitement.

    “Single bat?” he was saying. “Me? I must fight lorek Byrnison? Impossible! He is outcast! How  that be? How  I fight him? Is that the only way?”

    “Its the only way,” said Lyra, wishing it were not, because lofur Raknison seemed bigger and more fierce every minute. Dearly as she loved lorek, and strong as her faith was in him, she couldnt really believe that he would ever beat this giant among giant bears. But it was the only hope they had. Being mown down from a distance by fire hurlers was no hope at all. Suddenly lofur Raknison turned. “Prove it!” he said. “Prove that you are a daemon!” “All right,” she said. “I  do that, easy. I  find out anything that you know and no one else does, something that only a daemon would be able to find out.”

    “Then tell me what was the first creature I killed.” “Ill have to go into a room by myself to do this,” she said. “When Im your daemon, youll be able to see how I do it, but until then its got to be private.”

    “There is an anteroom behind this one. Go into that, and e out when you know the answer.”

    Lyra opehe door and found herself in a room lit by oorch, ay but for a et of mahogany taining some tarnished silver ors. She took out the alethiome-ter and asked: “Where is lorek now?”

    “Four hours away, and hurrying ever faster.” “How  I tell him what Ive done?” “You must trust him.”

    She thought anxiously of how tired he would be. But then she reflected that she was not doing what the alethiometer had just told her to do: she wasnt trusting him.

    She put that thought aside and asked the question lofur Raknison wanted. What was the first creature he had killed? The answer came: lofurs own father.

    She asked further, and learhat lofur had been alone on the ice as a young bear, on his first hunting expedition, and had e across a solitary bear. They had quarreled and fought, and lofur had killed him. This in itself would have been a crime, but it was worse than simple murder, for lofur learned later that the other bear was his own father. Bears were brought up by their mothers, and seldom saw their fathers. Naturally lofur cealed the truth of what he had done; no one knew about it but lofur himself, and now Lyra knew as well.

    She put the alethiometer away, and wondered how to tell him about it.

    “Flatter him!” whispered Pantalaimon. “Thats all he wants.”

    So Lyra opehe door and found lofur Raknison waiting for her, with an expression of triumph, slyness, apprehension, and greed.

    “Well?”

    She k down in front of him and bowed her head to touch his left forepaw, the stronger, for bears were left-handed.

    “I beg your pardon, lofur Raknison!” she said. “I didnt know you were s and great!”

    “Whats this? Answer my question!”

    “The first creature you killed was your own father. I think youre a new god, lofur Raknison. Thats what you must be. Only a god would have the strength to do that.”

    “You know! You  see!”

    “Yes, because I am a daemon, like I said.”

    “Tell me ohing more. What did the Lady Coulter promise me when she was here?”

    Once again Lyra went into the empty room and sulted the alethiometer before returning with the answer.

    “She promised you that shed get the Magisterium in Geo agree that you could be baptized as a Christian, even though you hadnt got a daemon then.

    Well, Im afraid that she hasnt dohat, lofur Raknison, and quite holy I dont think theyd ever agree to that if you didnt have a daemon. I think she khat, and she wasnt telling you the truth. But in any case when youve got me as your daemon, you could be baptized if you wao, because no one could argue then. You could demand it and they wouldnt be able to turn you down.”

    “Yes...True. Thats what she said. True, every word. And she has deceived me? I trusted her, and she deceived me?”

    “Yes, she did. But she doesnt matter anymore. Excuse me, lofur Raknison, I hope you wont mielling you, but lorek Byrnisons only four hours away now, and maybe you better tell yuard bears not to attack him as they normally would. If yoing to fight him for me, hell have to be allowed to e to the palace.”

    “Yes...”

    “And maybe when he es I better pretend I still belong to him, and say I got lost or something. He wont know. Ill pretend. Are you going to tell the other bears about me being loreks daemon and then belonging to you when you beat him?”

    “I dont know....What should I do?”

    “I dont think you better mention it yet. Once were together, you and me, we  think whats best to do and decide then. What you o do now is explain to all the other bears why yoing to let lorek fight you like a proper bear, even though hes an outcast. Because they wont uand, a to find a reason for that. I mean, theyll do what you tell them anyway, but if they see the reason for it, theyll admire you even more.”

    “Yes. What should we tell them?”

    “Tell them.. .tell them that to make your kingdom -pletely secure, youve called lorek Byrnison here yourself to fight him, and the winner will rule over the bears forever. See, if you make it look like your idea that hes ing, and not his, theyll be really impressed. Theyll think youre able to call him here from far away. Theyll think you  do anything.”

    “Yes...”

    The great bear was helpless. Lyra found her power over him almost intoxig, and if Pantalaimon hadnt nipped her hand sharply to remind her of the dahey were all in, she might have lost all her sense of proportion.

    But she came to herself and stepped modestly back to watd wait as the bears, under lofurs excited dire, prepared the bat ground for lorek Byrnison; and meanwhile lorek, knowing nothing about it, was hurrying ever closer toward what she wished she could tell him was a fight for his life.

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