ing stiff in the shadow。
he was a body still； and not a skeleton； because the witch had laid a spell to preserve him from corruption。 iorek could see the face of his old rade drawn and tight with the pain of his wounds； and see the jagged holes in his garments where the bullets had entered。 the witchs spell did not cover the blood that must have spilled； and insects and the sun and the wind had dispersed it pletely。 lee scoresby looked not asleep； nor at peace； he looked as if he had died in battle； but he looked as if he knew that his fight had been successful。
and because the texan aeronaut was one of the very few humans iorek had ever esteemed； he accepted the mans last gift to him。 with deft movements of his claws； he ripped aside the dead mans clothes； opened the body with one slash； and began to feast on the flesh and blood of his old friend。 it was his first meal for days； and he was hungry。
but a plex web of thoughts was weaving itself in the bear…kings mind； with more strands in it than hunger and satisfaction。 there was the memory of the little girl lyra； whom he had named silvertongue； and whom he had last seen crossing the fragile snow bridge across a crevasse in his own island of svalbard。 then there was the agitation among the witches； the rumors of pacts and alliances and war； and then there was the surpassingly strange fact of this new world itself； and the witchs insistence that there were many more such worlds； and that the fate of them all hung somehow on the fate of the child。
and then there was the melting of the ice。 he and his people lived on the ice； ice was their home； ice was their citadel。 since the vast disturbances in the arctic； the ice had begun to disappear； and iorek knew that he had to find an icebound fastness for his kin； or they would perish。 lee had told him that there were mountains in the south so high that even his balloon could not fly over them； and they were crowned with snow and ice all year round。 exploring those mountains was j his next task。
but for now； something simpler possessed his heart； something bright and hard and unshakable： vengeance。
scoresby； who had rescued iorek from danger in his balloon and fought beside him in the arctic of his own world； had died。 iorek would avenge him。 the good mans flesh and bone would both nourish him and keep him restless until blood was spilled enough to still his heart。
the sun was setting as iorek finished his meal； and the air was cooling down。 after gathering the remaining fragments of lees body into a single heap； the bear lifted the flower in his mouth and dropped it in the center of them； as humans liked to do。 the witchs spell was broken now； the rest of the body was free to all who came。 soon it would be nourishing a dozen different kinds of life。
then iorek set off down the slope toward the sea again； toward the south。
cliff…ghasts were fond of fox； when they could get it。 the little creatures were cunning and hard to catch； but their meat was tender and rank。
before he killed this one； the cliff…ghast let it talk； and laughed at its silly babble。
〃bear must go south！ swear！ witch is troubled！ true！ swear！ promise！〃
〃bears dont go south； lying filth！〃
〃true！ king bear must go south！ show you walrus； fine fat good。。。”
〃king bear go south？〃
〃and flying things got treasure！ flying things； angels； crystal treasure！〃
〃flying things； like cliff…ghasts？ treasure？〃
〃like light； not like cliff…ghast。 rich！ crystal！ and witch troubled； witch sorry； scoresby dead。。。”
〃dead？ balloon man dead？〃 the cliff…ghasts laugh echoed around the dry cliffs。
〃witch kill him； scoresby dead； king bear go south。。。” 〃scoresby dead！ ha； ha； scoresby dead！〃 the cliff…ghast wrenched off the foxs head； and fought his brothers for the entrails。
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they will e； they will。〃
〃but where are you； lyra？〃
and that she couldnt answer。 〃i think im dreaming； roger；〃 was all she could find to say。
behind the little boy she could see more ghosts； dozens； hundreds； their heads crowded together； peering close and listening to every word。
〃and that woman？〃 said roger。 〃i hope she ent dead。 i hope she stays alive as long as ever she can。 because if she es down here； then therell be nowhere to hide； shell have us forever then。 thats the only good thing i can see about being dead； that she ent。 except i know she will be one day… 〃
lyra was alarmed。
〃i think im dreaming； and i dont know where she is。〃 she said。
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FOUR … AMA AND THE BATS
。小［说网｝
ama； the herdsmans daughter； carried the image of the sleeping girl in her memory： she could not stop thinking about her。 she didnt question for a moment the truth of what mrs。 coulter had told her。 sorcerers existed； beyond a doubt； and it was only too likely that they would cast sleeping spells； and that a mother would care for her daughter in that fierce and tender way。 ama conceived an admiration amounting almost to worship for the beautiful woman in the cave and her enchanted daughter。
she went as often as she could to the little valley； to run errands for the woman or simply to chatter and listen； for the woman had wonderful tales to tell。 again and again she hoped for a glimpse of the sleeper； but it had only happened once； and； she accepted that it would probably never be allowed again。
and during the time she spent milking the sheep； or carding and spinning their wool； or grinding barley to make bread； she thought incessantly about the spell that must have been cast； and about why it had happened。 mrs。 coulter had never told her； so ama was free to imagine。
one day she took some flat bread sweetened with honey； walked the three…hour journey along the trail to cho…lung se； where there was a monastery。 by wheedling and patience and by bribing the porter with some of the honey bread； managed to gain an audience with the great healer pagdzin tulku； who had cured an outbreak of the white fever only the year before； and who was immensely wise。
ama entered the great mans cell； bowing very low and offering her remaining honey bread with all the humility she could muster。 the monks bat daemon swooped and darted around her； frightening her own daemon； kulang； who crept into her hair to hide； but ama tried to remain still and silent until pagdzin tulku spoke。
〃yes； child？ be quick； be quick；〃 he said； his long gray beard wagging with every word。
in the dimness the beard and his brilliant eyes were most of what she could see of him。 his daemon settled on the beam above him； hanging still at last； so she said； 〃please； pagdzin tulku； i want to gain wisdom。 i would like to know how to make spells and enchantments。 can you teach me？〃
〃no；〃 he said。
she was expecting that。 〃well； could you tell me just one remedy？〃 she asked humbly。
〃maybe。 but i wont tell you what it is。 i can give you the medicine； not tell you the secret。〃
〃all right； thank you； that is a great blessing；〃 she said； bowing several times。
〃what is the disease； and who has it？〃 the old man said。
〃its a sleeping sickness；〃 ama explained。 〃its e upon the son of my fathers cousin。〃
she was being extra clever； she knew； changing the sex of the sufferer； just in case the healer had heard of the woman in the cave。
〃and how old is this boy？〃
〃three years older than me； pagdzin tulku；〃 she guessed； 〃so he is twelve years old。 he sleeps and sleeps and cant wake up。〃
〃why havent his parents e to me？ why did they send you？〃
〃because they live far on the other side of my village and they are very poor； pagdzin tulku。 i only heard of my kinsmans illness yesterday and i came at once to seek your advice。〃
〃i should see the patient and examine him thoroughly； and inquire into the positions of the planets at the hour when he fell asleep。 these things cant be done in a hurry。〃
〃is there no medicine you can give me to take back？〃
the bat daemon fell off her beam and fluttered blackly aside before she hit the floor； darting silently across the room again and again； too quickly for ama to follow； but the bright eyes of the healer saw exactly where she went； and when she had hung once more upside down on her beam and folded her dark wings around herself； the old man got up and moved around from shelf to shelf and jar to jar and box to box； here tapping out a spoonful of powder； there adding a pinch of herbs； in the order in which the daemon had visited them。
he tipped all the ingredients into a mortar and ground them up together； muttering a spell as he did so。 then he tapped the pestle on the ringing edge of the mortar； dislodging the final grains； and took a brush and ink and wrote some characters on a sheet of paper。 when the ink had dried； he tipped all the powder onto the inscription and folded the paper swiftly into a little square package。
〃let them brush this powder into the nostrils of the sleeping child a little at a time as he breathes in；〃 he told her； 〃and he will wake up。 it has to be done with great caution。 too much at once and he will choke。 use the softest of brushes。〃
〃thank you； pagdzin tulku〃 said ama； taking the package and placing it in the pocket of her innermost shirt。 〃i wish i had another honey bread to give you。〃