CHAPTER FIVE: AIRMAIL PAPER-1
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"Will," said Lyra.She spoke quietly, but he was startled all the same. She was sitting on the bench beside him and he hadnt even noticed.
"Where did you e from?"
"I found my Scholar! Shes called Dr. Malone. And shes got an ehat see Dust, and shes going to make it talk—"
"I didnt see you ing."
"You werent looking," she said. "You mustve been thinking about something else. Its a good thing I found you. Look, its easy to fool people. Watch."
Two police officers were strolling toward them, a man and a woman on the beat, in their white summer shirtsleeves, with their radios and their batons and their suspicious eyes. Before they reached the bench, Lyra was on her feet and speaking to them.
"Please, could you tell me where the museum is?" she said. "Me and my brother was supposed to meet our parents there a lost."
The poli looked at Will, and Will, taining his anger, shrugged as if to say, "Shes right, were lost, isnt it silly." The man smiled. The woman said: "Which museum? The Ashmolean?"
"Yeah, that one," said Lyra, and preteo listen carefully as the woman gave her instrus.
Will got up and said, "Thanks," and he and Lyra moved away together. They didnt look back, but the police had already lost i.
"See?" she said. "If they were looking for you, I put em off. Cause they wont be looking for someoh a sister. I better stay with you from now on," she went on scoldingly oheyd gone around the er. "You ent safe on your own."
He said nothing. His heart was t<var></var>humping with rage. They walked along toward a round building with a great leaden dome, set in a square bounded by honey-colored stone college buildings and a churd wide-ed trees above high garden walls. The afternoon suhe warmest tones out of it all, and the air felt rich with it, almost the color itself of heavy golden wine. All the leaves were still, and in this little square everaffioise was hushed.
She finally became aware of Wills feelings and said, "Whats the matter?"
"If you speak to people, you just attract their attention," he said, with a shaking voice. "You should just keep quiet and still and they overlook you. Ive been doing it all my life. I know how to do it. Your way, you just—you make yourself visible. You shouldnt do that. You shouldnt play at it. Youre not being serious."
"You think so?" she said, and her anger flashed. "You think I dont know about lying and that? Im the best liar there ever was. But I ent lying to you, and I never will, I swear it. Youre in danger, and if I hadnt dohat just then, youdve been caught. Didnt you see em looking at you? Cause they were. You ent careful enough. If you want my opinion, its you that ent serious."
"If Im not serious, what am I doing hanging about waiting for you when I could be miles away? Or hiding out of sight, safe in that other city? Ive got my own things to do, but Im hanging about here so I help you. Dont tell me Im not serious."
"You had to e through," she said, furious. No one should speak to her like this. She was an aristocrat. She was Lyra. "You had to, else youd never find out anything about your father. You do for yourself, not for me."
They were quarreling passionately, but in subdued voices, because of the quiet in the square and the people who were wandering past nearby. When she said this, though, Will stopped altogether.
He had to lean against the college wall beside him. The color had left his face.
"What do you know about my father?" he said very quietly.
She replied in the same tone. "I dont know anything. All I know is youre looking for him. Thats all I asked about."
"Asked who?"
"The alethiometer, of course."
It took a moment for him to remember what she meant. And then he looked so angry and suspicious that she took it out of her rucksad said, "All right, Ill show you."
And she sat down oone curb around the grass in the middle of the square a her head over the golden instrument and began to turn the hands, her fingers moving almost too quickly to see, and then pausing for several seds while the slender needle whipped around the dial, flig to a stop here and there, and then turning the hands to new positions just as quickly.
Will looked around carefully, but there was no oo see; a group of tourists looked up at
the domed building, an ice cream vendor wheeled his cart along the pavement, but their attention was elsewhere.
Lyra blinked and sighed, as if she were waking after a sleep.
"Your mothers ill," she said quietly. "But shes safe. Theres this lady looking after her. And you took some letters and ran away. And there was a man, I think he was a thief, and you killed him.
And youre looking for your father, and—"
"All right, shut up," said Will. "Thats enough. Youve got nht to look into my life like that.
Dont ever do that again. Thats just spying."
"I know when to stop asking," she said. "See, the alethio-meters like a person, almost. I sort of know when its going to be cross or when theres things it doesnt wao know. I kind of feel it. But when you e out of nowhere yesterday, I had to ask it who you were, or I might not have been safe. I had to. And it said ..." She lowered her voice even more. "It said you was a murderer, and I thought, Good, thats all right, hes someone I trust. But I didnt ask more than that till just now, and if you dont wao ask any more, I promise I wont. This ent like a private peep 藏书网show. If I dohing but spy on people, itd stop w. I know that as well as I know my own Oxford."
"You could have asked me instead of that thing. Did it say whether my father was alive or dead?"
"No, because I didnt ask."
They were both sitting by this time. Will put his head in his hands with weariness.
"Well," he said finally, "I suppose well have to trust each other."
"Thats all right. I trust you."
Will nodded grimly. He was so tired, and there was not the slightest possibility of sleep in this world. Lyra wasnt usually so perceptive, but something in his manner made her think: Hes afraid, but hes mastering his fear, like lorek Byrnison said we had to do; like I did by the fish house at the frozen lake.
"And, Will," she added, "I wont give you away, not to anyone. I promise."
"Good."
"I dohat before. I betrayed someone. And it was the worst thing I ever did. I thought I was saving his life actually, only I was taking him right to the most dangerous place there could be. I hated myself for that, for being so stupid. So Ill try very hard not to be careless or fet aray you."
He said nothing. He rubbed his eyes and blinked hard to try and wake himself up.
"W<bdi>??</bdi>e t go back through the window till much later," he said. "We shouldnt have e through in daylight anyway. We t risk anyone seeing. And now weve got to hang around for hours...."
"Im hungry," Lyra said.
Then he said, "I know! We go to the ema!"
"The what?”
"Ill show you. We get some food there too."
There was a ema he city ter, ten minutes walk away. Will paid for both of them to get in, and bought hot dogs and pop and Coke, and they carried the food inside and sat down just as the film was beginning.
Lyra was entranced. She had seen projected photograms, but nothing in her world had prepared her for the ema. She wolfed dow dog and the pulped the Coca-Cola, and gasped and laughed with delight at the characters on the s. Luckily it was a noisy audience, full of children, and her excitement wasnt spicuous. Will closed his eyes at ond went to sleep.
He woke whee></cite> heard the clatter of seats as people moved out, and blinked in the light. His watch showed a quarter past eight. Lyra came away relutly.
"Thats the best thing I ever saw in my whole life," she said. "I dunno why they never ied this in my world. We got some things better than you, but this was better than anythi."
Will couldnt even remember what the film had been. It was still light outside, and the streets were busy.
"Dyou want to see another one?"
"Yeah!"
So they went to the ema, a few hundred yards away around the er, and did it again.
Lyra settled down with her feet on the seat, hugging her knees, and Will let his mind go blank.
When they came out this time, it was nearly eleven ouch better.
Lyra was hungry again, so they bought hamburgers from a cart and ate them as they walked along, something else o her.
"We always sit down to eat. I never seen people just walking aloing before," she told him.
"Theres so many ways this place is different. The traffic, for one. I dont like it. I like the ema, though, and hamburgers. I like them a lot. And that Scholar, Dr. Malone, shes going to make that engine use words. I just know she is. Ill go back there tomorrow and see how shes getting on. I bet I could help her. I could probably get the Scholars to give her the money she wants, too. You know how my father did it? Lord Asriel? He played a tri them...."
As they walked up the Banbury Road, she told him about the night she hid in the wardrobe and watched Lord Asriel show the Jordan Scholars the severed head of Stanislaus Grumman in the vacuum flask. And since Will was such a good audience, she went on and told him the rest of her story, from the time she escaped from Mrs. Coulters flat to the horrible moment when she realized shed led Roger to his death on the icy cliffs of Svalbard. Will listened without ent, but attentively, with sympathy. Her at of a voyage in a balloon, of armored bears and witches, of a vengeful arm of the Church, seemed all of a piece with his own fantastic dream of a beautiful city on the sea, empty and silent and safe: it couldrue, it was as simple as that.
But eventually they reached the ring road, and the horrees. There was very little traffiow: a car every minute or so, no more than that. And there was the window. Will felt himself smiling.<bdi></bdi> It was going to be all right.
"Wait till theres no cars ing," he said. "Im going through now."
And a moment later he was on the grass uhe palm trees, and a sed or two afterward Lyra followed.
They felt as if they were home again. The wide warm night, and the st of flowers and the sea, and the silence, bathed them like soothing water.
Lyra stretched and yawned, and Will felt a great weight lift off his shoulders. He had been carrying it all day, and he hadnt noticed how it had nearly pressed him into the ground; but now he felt light and free and at peace.
And then Lyra gripped his arm. In the same sed he heard what had made her do it.
Somewhere itle streets beyond the cafe, something was screaming.
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