TWENTY-TWO - BETRAYAL-1
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She woke to find a stranger shaking her arm, and then as Pantalaimon sprang awake and growled, she reized Thorold. He was holding a naphtha lamp, and his hand was trembling.“Miss—miss—get up quickly. I dont know what to do. Hes left no orders. I think hes mad, miss.”
“What? Whats happening?”
“Lord Asriel, miss. Hes been almost in a delirium since you went to bed. Ive never seen him so wild. He packed a lot of instruments and batteries in a sledge and he harnessed up the dogs a. But hes got the boy, miss!”
“Roger? Hes taken Roger?”
“He told me to wake him and dress him, and I didnt think tue—I never have—the boy kept on asking for you, miss—but Lord Asriel wanted him alone—you know when you first came to the door, miss? And he saw you and couldnt believe his eyes, and wanted you gone?”
Lyras head was in such a whirl of weariness ahat she could hardly think, but “Yes? Yes?” she said.
“It was because he needed a child to finish his experiment, miss! And Lord Asriel has a ecial to himself ing about what he wants, he just has to call for something and—”
Now Lyras head was full of a roar, as if she were trying to stifle some knowledge from her own sciousness.
She had got out of bed, and was reag for her clothes, and then she suddenly collapsed, and a fierce cry of despair enveloped her. She was uttering it, but it was bigger than she was; it felt as if the despair were uttering her. For she remembered his words: the energy that links body and daemon is immensely powerful; and te the gap between worlds needed a phenomenal burst of energy....
She had just realized what shed done.
She had struggled all this way t something to Lord Asriel, thinking she knew what he wanted; and it wasnt the alethiometer at all. What he wanted was a child.
She had brought him Roger.
That was why hed cried out, “I did not send for you!” when he saw her; he had sent for a child, and the fates had brought him his own daughter. Or so hed thought, until shed stepped aside and shown him Roger.
Oh, the bitter anguish! She had thought she was saving Roger, and all the time shed been diligently w to betray him....
Lyra shook and sobbed in a frenzy of emotion. It couldrue.
Thorold tried to fort her, but he didnt know the reason for her extremity of grief, and could only pat her shoulder nervously.
“lorek—” she sobbed, pushing the servant aside. “Wheres lorek Byrnison? The bear? Is he still outside?”
The old man shrugged helplessly.
“Help me!” she said, trembling all over with weakness and fear. “Help me dress.
I got to go. Now.1 Do it quick!”
He put the lamp down and did as she told him. When she anded, in that imperious way, she was very like her<big>9９ｌｉb?</big> father, for all that her face ith tears and her lips trembling. While Pantalaimon paced the floor lashing his tail, his fur almost sparking, Thorold haste her stiff, reeking furs and help her into them. As soon as all the buttons were done up and all the flaps secured, she made for the door, ahe cold strike her throat like a sword and freeze the tears at on her cheeks.
“lorek!” she called. “lorek Byrnison! e, because I need you!”
There was a shake of snow, a k of metal, and the bear was there. He had <q></q>been sleeping calmly uhe falling snow. In the light spilling from the lamp Thorold was holding at the window, Lyra saw the long faceless head, the narrow eye slits, the gleam of white fur below red-black metal, and wao embrace him and seek some fort from his iro, his ice-tipped fur.
“Well?” he said.
“We got to catch Lord Asriel. Hes taken Roger and hes a going to—I darent think—oh, lorek, I beg you, go quick, my dear!”
“e then,” he said, and she leaped on his back.
There was o ask which way to go: the tracks of the sledge led straight out from the courtyard and over the plain, and lorek leaped forward to follow them. His motion was now so much a part of Lyras being that to sit balanced was entirely automatic. He rahe thiowy mantle on the rocky ground faster than hed ever done, and the armor plates shifted under her in a regular swinging rhythm.
Behind them, the other bears paced easily, pulling the fire hurler with them.
The way was clear, for the moon was high and the light it cast over the snowbound world was as bright as it had been in the balloon: a world ht silver and profound black. The tracks of Lord Asriels sledge ran straight toward a range of jagged hills, straark pointed shapes jutting up into a sky as black as the alethiometers velvet cloth. There was no sign of the sledge itself—or was there a feather touovement on the flank of the highest peak? Lyra peered ahead, straining her eyes, and Pantalaimon flew as<var></var> high as he could and looked with an owls clear vision.
“Yes,” he said, on her wrist a moment later; “its Lord Asriel, and hes lashing his dogs on furiously, and theres a boy in the back....”
Lyra felt<bdi>9９ｌｉb?</bdi> lorek Byrnison ge pace. Something had caught his attention. He was slowing and lifting his head to cast left and right.
“What is it?” Lyra said.
He didnt say. He was listening ily, but she could hear nothing. Then she did hear something: a mysterious, vastly distant rustling and crag. It was a sound she had heard before: the sound of the Aurora. Out of nowhere a veil of radiance had fallen to hang shimmering in the northern sky. All those unseen billions and trillions of charged particles, and possibly, she thought, of Dust, jured a radiating glow out of the upper atmosphere. This was going to be a display more brilliant araordinary than any Lyra had yet seen, as if the Aurora khe drama that was taking place below, and wao light it with the most awe-inspiring effects.
But none of the bears were looking up: their attention was all on the earth. It wasnt the Aurora, after all, that had caught loreks attention. He was standing stock-still now, and Lyra slipped off his back, knowing that his senses o cast around freely. Something was troubling him.
Lyra looked around, back across the vast open plain leading to Lord Asriels house, back toward the tumbled mountains theyd crossed earlier, and saw nothing. The Aurrew more intehe first veils trembled and raced to one side, and jagged curtains folded and unfolded above, increasing in size and brilliance every minute; ard loops swirled across from horizon to horizon, and touched the very zenith with bows of radiance. She could hear more clearly thahe immense singing hiss and swish of vast intangible forces.
“Witches!” came a cry in a bear voice, and Lyra turned in joy and relief.
But a heavy muzzle knocked her forward, and with no breath left to gasp she could only pant and shudder, for there in the place where she had been standing was the plume of a greehered arrow. The head and the shaft were buried in the snow.
Impossible.! she thought weakly, but it was true, for another arrow clattered off the armor of lorek, standing above her. These were not Serafina Pekkalas witches; they were from another . They circled above, a dozen of them or more, swooping down to shoot and s up again, and Lyra swore with every word she knew.
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