CHAPTER FIFTEEN： BLOODMOSS-2
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He cried out with shod twisted away at once, but the grip was tenacious. And Will was savage now. He felt he was at the very end of everything; and if it was the end of his life, too, he was going to fight and fight till he fell.So he twisted and kicked and twisted again, but that hand would go; and si was his right arm being held, he <q>.９9liｂ?</q>could the knife. He tried with his left, but he was being jerked around so much, and his hand was so painful and swollen, that he couldnt reach; he had to fight with one bare, wounded hand against a grown man.
He sank his teeth into the hand on his forearm, but all that happened was that the man landed a dizzying blow on the back of his head. Then Will kicked again and again, and some of the kicks ected and some didnt, and all the time he ulling, jerking, twisting, shoving, and still the grip held him fast.
Dimly he heard his own panting and the mans grunts and harsh breathing; and then by ce he got his leg behind the mans and hurled himself against his chest, and the man fell with Will on top of him, heavily. But never for a moment did that grip sla, and Will, rolling around violently oony ground, felt a heavy fear tighten around his heart: this man would never let him go, and even if he killed him, his corpse would still be holding fast.
But Will was weakening, and now he was g, too, sobbing bitterly as he kicked and tugged a at the man with his head a, and he knew his muscles would give up soon. And theiced that the man had fallen still, though his hand still gripped as tight as ever. He was lying there letting Will batter at him with knees and head; and as soon as Will saw that, the last of his strength left him, and he fell helpless beside his oppo, every nerve in his bing and dizzy and throbbing.
Will hauled himself up painfully, peered through the deep darkness, and made out a blur of white on the ground beside the man. It was the white breast and head of a great bird, an osprey, a daemon, and it was lying still. Will tried to pull away, and his feeble tug woke a response from the man, whose hand hadnt loosened.
But he was moving. He was feeling Wills right hand carefully with his free one. Wills hair stood on end.
Then the man said, "Give me your other hand.&quo<bdo></bdo>t;
"Be careful," said Will.
The mans free ha down Wills left arm, and his fiips moved gently over the wrist and on to the swollen palm and with the utmost delica to the stumps of Wills two lost fingers.
His other ha go at once, a up.
"Youve got the knife," he said. "Youre the knife bearer."
His voice was resonant, harsh, but breathless. Will sehat he was badly hurt. Had he wouhis dark oppo?
Will was still lying oones, utterly spent. All he could see was the mans shape, croug above him, but he couldnt see his face. The man was reag sideways for something, and after a few moments a marvelous soothing ess spread into his hand from the stumps of his fingers as the man massaged a salve into his skin.
"What are you doing?" Will said.
"g your wound. Keep still.”
"Who are you?"
"Im the only man who knows what the knife is for. Hold your hand up like that. Dont move."
The wind was beating more wildly than ever, and a drop or two of rain splashed onto Wills face.
He was trembling violently, but he propped up his left hand with his right while the man spread more oi over the stumps and wound a strip of liightly around the hand.
And as soon as the dressing was secure, the man slumped sideways and lay down himself. Will, still bemused by the blessed cool numbness in his hand, tried to sit up and look at him. But it was darker than ever. He felt forward with his right hand and found himself toug the mans chest, where the heart was beating like a bird against the bars of a cage.
"Yes," the man said hoarsely. Try and cure that, go on."
"Are you ill?"
"Ill be better soon. You have the knife, yes?"
"Yes."
"And you know how to use it?"
"Yes, yes. But are you from this world? How do you know about it?"
"Listen," said the man, sitting up with a struggle. "Dont interrupt. If youre the bearer of the knife, you have a task thats greater than you imagine. A child... How could they let it happen? Well, so it must be.... There is a war ing, boy. The greatest war there ever was. Something like it happened before, and this time the right side must win. Weve had nothing but lies and propaganda and cruelty a for all the thousands of years of human history. Its time we started again, but properly this time...."
He stopped to take in several rattling breaths.
"The knife," he went on after a minute. "They never knew what they were making, those old philosophers. They ied a device that could split open the very smallest particles of matter, and they used it to steal dy. They had no idea that theyd made the one on in all the universes that could defeat the tyrant. The Authority. God. The rebel angels fell because they didnt have anything like the knife; but now ..."
"I didnt want it! I dont want it now!" Will cried. "If you want it, you have it! I hate it, and I hate what it does—"
Too late. You havent any choice: youre the bearer. Its picked you out. And, whats more, they know youve got it; and if you dont use it against them, theyll tear it from your hands and use it against the rest of us, forever and ever."
"But why should I fight them? Ive been fighting too much; I t go on fighting. I want to—"
"Have you won yhts?"
Will was silent. Then he said, "Yes, I suppose."
"You fought for the knife?"
"Yes, but—-"
"Then youre a warrior. Thats what you are. Argue with anything else, but dont argue with your own nature."
Will khat the man eaking the truth. But it wasnt a wele truth. It was heavy and painful. The man seemed to know that, because he let Will bow his head before he spoke again.
There are two great powers," the man said, "and theyve been fighting siime began. Every advan human life, every scrap of knowledge and wisdom and decy we have has 藏书网been torn by one side from the teeth of the other. Every little increase in human freedom has been fought over ferociously between those who want us to know more and be wiser and stronger, and those who want us to obey and be humble and submit.
"And now those two powers are lining up for battle. And each of them wants that knife of yours more than anything else. You have to choose, boy. Weve been guided here, both of us— you with the knife, ao tell you about it."
"No! Youre wrong!" cried Will. "I wasnt looking for anything like that! Thats not what I was looking for at all!"
"You might not think so, but thats what youve found," said the man in the darkness.
"But what must I do?"
And then Stanislaus Grumman, Jopari, John Parry hesitated.
He ainfully aware of the oath hed sworn to Lee Scoresby, and he hesitated before he broke it; but break it he did.
"You must go to Lord Asriel," he said, "and tell him that Stanislaus Grumma you, and mat you have the one on he needs above all others. Like it or not, boy, you have a job to do. Ignore everything else, no matter how important it seems, and go and do this. Someone will appear to guide you; the night is full of angels. Your wound will heal now—Wait. Before you go, I want to look at you properly."
He felt for the pack hed been carrying and took something out, unfolding layers of oilskin and then striking a match to light a litde tin lantern. In its light, through the rain-dashed windy air, the two looked at each other.
Will saw blazing blue eyes hi a haggard face with several days growth of beard oubborn jaw, gray-haired, drawn with pain, a thin body hunched in a heavy cloak trimmed with feathers.
The shaman saw a boy even youhahought, his slim body shivering in a torn linen shirt and his expression exhausted and savage and wary, but alight with a wild curiosity, his eyes wide uhe straight black brows, so like his mothers....
And there came just the first flicker of something else to both of them.
But in that same moment, as the lantern light flared over John Parrys face, something shot down from the turbid sky, and he fell back dead before he could say a word, an arrow in his faili. The osprey daemon vanished in a moment.
Will could only sit stupefied.
A flicker crossed the er of his vision, and his right hand darted up at once, and he found he was clutg a robin, a daemon, red-breasted, panig.
"No! No!&q<tt>?t>uot; cried the witch Juta Kamainen, and fell down after him, clutg at her ow, crashing clumsily into the rocky ground and struggling up again.
But Will was there before she could find her feet, and the subtle knife was at her throat.
"Why did you do that?" he shouted. "Why did you kill him?"
"Because I loved him and he sed me! I am a witch! I dont five!"
And because she was a witch she wouldnt have been afraid of a boy, normally. But she was afraid of Will. This young wounded figure held more ford dahan shed ever met in a human before, and she quailed. She fell backward, and he followed and gripped her hair with his left hand, feeling no pain, feeling only an immense and shattering despair.
"You dont know who he was," he cried. "He was my father!"
She shook her head and whispered, "No. No! That t be true. Impossible!"
"You think things have to be possible? Things have to be true! He was my father, aher of us k till the sed you killed him! Witch, I wait all my life and e all this way and I find him at last, and you kill him...."
And he shook her head like a rag and threw her back against the ground, half-stunning her. Her astonishment was almost greater than her fear of him, which was real enough, and she pulled herself up, dazed, and seized his shirt in supplication. He knocked her hand away.
"What did he ever do that you o kill nun?" he cried. Tell me that, if you !"
And she looked at the dead man. Then she looked back at Will and shook her head sadly.
"No, I t explain," she said. "Youre too young. It wouldnt make seo you. I loved him. Thats all. Thats enough."
And before Will could stop her, she fell softly sideways, her hand on the hilt of the knife she had just taken from her ow and pushed between her ribs.
Will felt no horror, only desolation and bafflement.
He stood up slowly and looked down at the dead witch, at her rich black hair, her flushed cheeks, her smooth pale limbs wet with rain, her lips parted like a lovers.
"I dont uand," he said aloud. "Its toe."
Will turned back to the dead man, his father.
A thousand things jostled at his throat, and only the dashing rain cooled the hotness hi his eyes.
The little lantern still flickered and flared as the draft through the ill-fitting window licked around the flame, and by its light Will k and put his hands on the mans body, toug his face, his shoulders, his chest, closing his eyes, pushing the wet gray hair off his forehead, pressing his hands to the rough cheeks, closing his fathers mouth, squeezing his hands.
"Father," he said, "Dad, Daddy ... Father... I dont uand why she did that. Its t<q></q>oe for me. But whatever you wanted me to do, I promise, I swear Ill do it. Ill fight. Ill be a warrior. I will. This knife, Ill take it to Lord Asriel, wherever he is, and Ill help him fight that enemy. Ill do it. You rest now. Its all right. You sleep now."
Beside the dead man lay his deerskin pack with the oilskin and the lantern and the little horn box of bloodmoss oi. Will picked them up, and theiced his fathers feather-trimmed cloak trailing behind his body on the ground, heavy and sodden but warm. His father had no more use for it, and Will was shaking with cold. He unfastehe bronze buckle at the dead mans throat and swung the vas pack over his shoulder before ing the cloak around himself.
He blew out the lantern and looked back at the dim shapes of his father, of the witch, of his father again before turning to go down the mountain.
The stormy air was electric with whispers, and iearing of the wind Will could hear other sounds, too: fused echoes of cries and ting, the clash of metal oal, pounding wis that one moment sounded so close they might actually be inside his head, and the so far away they might have been on another plahe rocks underfoot were slippery and loose, and it was much harder going down than it had been climbing up; but he didnt falter.
And as he turned down the last little gully before the place where hed left Lyra sleeping, he stopped suddenly. He could see two figures simply standing there, in the dark, waiting. Will put his hand on the knife.
Then one of the figures spoke.
"Youre the boy with the knife?" he said, and his voice had the strange quality of those wis.
Whoever he was, he wasnt a human being.
"Who are you?" Will said. "Are you men, or—"
"Not men, no. We are Watchers. Bene elim. In your language, angels."
Will was silent. The speaker went on: "els have other funs, and other powers. Our task is simple: We need you. We have been following the shaman every inch of his way, hoping he would lead us to you, and so he has. And now we have e to guide you in turn to Lord Asriel."
"You were with my father all the time?"
"Every moment."
"Did he know?"
"He had no idea."
"Why didnt you stop the witch, then? Why did you let her kill him?"
"We would have done, earlier. But his task was over once hed led us to you."
Will said nothing. His head was ringing; this was no less difficult to uand than anything else.
"All right," he said finally. "Ill e with you. But first I must wake Lyra."
They stood aside to let him pass, and he felt a tingle in the air as he went close to them, but he ig and trated oing down the slope toward the little shelter where Lyra was sleeping.
But something made him stop.
In the dimness, he could see the witches who had been guarding Lyra all sitting or standing still.
They looked like statues, except that they were breathing, but they were scarcely alive. There were several black-silk-clad bodies on the ground, too, and as he gazed in horror from oo another of them, Will saw what must have happehey had been attacked in midair by the Specters, and had fallen to their deaths, indifferently.
But— "Wheres Lyra?" he cried aloud.
The hollow uhe rock was empty. Lyra was gone.
There was something uhe where shed been lying. It was Lyras little vas rucksack, and from the weight of it he knew without looking that the alethiometer was still i.
Will was shaking his head. It couldrue, but it was: Lyra was gone, Lyra was captured, Lyra was lost.
The two dark figures of the bene elim had not moved. But they spoke: "You must e with us now. Lord Asriel needs you at ohe enemys power is growing every mihe shaman has told you what your task is. Follow us and help us win. e with us. e this way. e now."
And Will looked from them to Lyras rucksad back again, and he didnt hear a word they said.
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