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She moved closer to him.
"So you see," she said, "I can betray him easily. I can lead you to where he's taking my daughter's daemon, and you can destroy Asriel, and the child will walk unsuspecting into your hands."
She felt the movement of vapor about her, and her senses became confused. His next words pierced her flesh like darts of scented ice.. I lived on earth for sixty-five years, and then the Authority took me to his Kingdom."
"And you had many wives."
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cupboards, tables, bookcases, and furniture of all kinds had been put into storage.
The first thing she did was to push a tall cupboard in front of the gap where the tiles had been. Then she tiptoed to the door in the wall at thehas arrived and that she wishes to see him at once."
The man fell back, and his pinscher daemon, who had been baring her teeth at the mild-mannered golden monkey, instantly cowered and tucked her tail stump as low as it would go.
The guard cranked the handle of a telephone, and under a minute later far end and tried the handle. It was locked, of course, but she had a hairpin, and the lock was simple. Three minutes later she and her daemon were standing at one end of a long corridor, where a dusty skylight let them see a narrow staircase descending at the other.And five minutes after that, they had opened a window in the pantry next to the kitchen two floors below and climbed out into the alley. Thejust around the corner, and as she said to the golden monkey, it was important to arrive in the orthodox way, no matter how they intended to leave."Take your hands off me," she said calmly to the guard, "and show me some courtesy, or I shall have you flayed. Tell the President that Mrs. Coulter

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Might as well go now, then. Except there's not much food left. We ought to find something to take with us, bread and fruit or "We want some kind of guarantee," said Will. "You're spies, so you're bound to be dishonest, that's your trade. We need to know we can trust you. Last night we were all too tired something. So first I'll find a world where we can get food, and then we'll start looking properly.""All right," said Lyra, quite happy to be moving again, with Pan and Will, alive and awake.They made their way back to the spies, who were sitting alertly by the knife, packs on their backs."We should like to know what you intend," said Salmakia."Well, we're not coming to Lord Asriel anyway," said Will. "We've got something else to do first.""And will you tell us what that is, since it's clear we can't stop you from doing it?""No," said Lyra, "because you'd just go and tell them. You'll have to come along without knowing where we're going. Of course you could always give up and go back to them.""Certainly not," said Tialys.

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snatched at something in midair, with a snarl of glee.
A voice, a woman's voice, but somehow minute, came from the thing in the monkey's paw:
"Tialys! Tialys!"
It was a tiny woman, no bigger than Lyra's hand, and the monkey was already pulling and pulling at one of her arms so thatto cry out a moment before. He must have stung her ankle.
But the little man couldn't hurt Mrs. Coulter anymore, because of the danger his partner was in at the hands of the monkey; and the monkey couldn't harm her, in case the little man dug his poison spur into Mrs. Coulter's jugular vein. None of them could move.
Breathing deeply and swallowing hard to govern the pain, Mrs. Coulter turned her tear-dashed eyes to Will and said calmly, "So, Master Will, what do you think we should do now?" she cried out in pain. Ama knew he wouldn't stop till he'd torn it off, but Will leapt forward as he saw the pistol fall from Mrs. Coulter's hand.And he caught the gun, but then Mrs. Coulter fell still, and Will became aware of a strange stalemate.The golden monkey and Mrs. Coulter were both utterly motionless. Her face was distorted with pain and fury, but she dared not move, because standing on her shoulder was a tiny man with his heel pressed against her neck, his hands entwined in her hair; and Will, through his astonishment, saw on that heel a glistening horny spur and knew what had caused her

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She found room for the last little goat's cheese wrapped in its vine leaf, smiled and bowed again, and took a last drink from the spring that bubbled up among the gray rocks. Then she clapped her hands gently together as the old couple were doing, and turned firmly away and left.
She looked more decisive than she felt. The last communication with those entities she called shadow particles, and inquired, and found nothing. But now, she thought, as she turned up the little track away from the olive grove, she would have to look for guidance.
Once she was far enough away from the little farmstead to be sure she wouldn't be disturbed, she sat under the pine trees and opened her rucksack. At the bottom, wrapped in a silk scarf, was a book she'd had for twenty years: a commentary on the Chinese method of divination, the I Ching.
She had taken it with her for two reasons. One was sentimental: her grandfather Lyra called Dust, had been on the screen of her at their instruction she had destroyed that. Now she was at a loss. They'd told her to go through the opening in the Oxford she had lived in, the Oxford of Will's world, which she'd done, to find herself dizzy and quaking with wonder in this extraordinary other world. Beyond that, her only task was to find the boy and the girl, and then play the serpent, whatever that meant.So she'd walked and explored and

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Unlike Schiller, Ballmer tackled the struggling economy head-on in his remarks. system also makes it easier to send files back and forth between Home computers.Ballmer later yielded the stage to Robbie Bach, president of Microsoft's entertainment and devices division, who praised the explosive growth of the company's Xbox Live online gaming community. Bach also announced forthcoming releases of new versions of Microsoft's popular "Halo" game series: "Halo Wars," due Feb. 28, and "Halo 3: ODST," which will ship in the fall. Video Wednesday's address marked the energetic Ballmer's debut as CES keynote pitchman, a job that had been handled for the past decade by Microsoft

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stomach. The Children screamed with laughter. Tylô dropped his gloomy thoughts for a moment and begged for a bit of bread; and everybody struck up the farewell chorus. Sugar, who was very full of himself, also wanted to impress the company and, breaking off two of his fingers, handed them to the astonished Children.
As they were all them, whatever happened; and, while the others were saying good-bye, he hid behind the door. But the poor fellow had reckoned without the all-seeing eyes of the Fairy Bérylune. "Tylô!" she cried. "Tylô! Here!"
And the poor Dog, who had so long been used to obey, dared not resist the command and came, with his tail between his legs, to take his place among the others. He howled with despair moving towards the door, the Fairy Bérylune stopped them: "Not to-day," she said. "The children must go alone. It would be indiscreet to accompany them; they are going to spend the evening with their late family. Come, be off! Good-bye, dear children, and mind that you are back in good time: it is extremely important!" The two Children took each other by the hand and, carrying the big cage, passed out of the hall; and their companions, at a sign from the Fairy, filed in front of her to return to the palace. Our friend Tylô was the only one who did not answer to his name. The moment he heard the Fairy say that the Children were to go alone, he had made up his mind to go and look after