"Dr. Malone," said Lyra in the morning, "Will and me have got to look for our daemons. When we've found them, we'll know what to do. But we can't be without them for much longer. So we just want to go and look."
"Where will you go?" said Mary, heavy-eyed and headachy after her disturbed night. She and Lyra were on the riverbank, Lyra to wash, and Mary to look, surreptitiously, for the man's footprints. So far she hadn't found any.
"Don't know," said Lyra. "But they're out there somewhere. As soon as we came through from the battle, they ran away as if they didn't trust us anymore. Can't say I blame them, either. But we know they're in this world, and we thought we saw them a couple of times, so maybe we can find them."
"Listen," Mary said reluctantly, and told Lyra about the man she'd seen the night before.
As she spoke1, Will came to join them, and both he and Lyra listened, wide-eyed and serious.
"He's probably just a traveler and he found a window and wandered through from somewhere else," Lyra said when Mary had finished. "Like Will's father did. There's bound to be all kinds of openings now. Anyway, if he just turned around and left, he can't have meant to do anything bad, can he?"
"I don't know. I didn't like it. And I'm worried about you going off on your own, or I would be if I didn't know you'd already done far more dangerous things than that. Oh, I don't know. But please be careful. Please look all around. At least out on the prairie you can see someone coming from a long way off..."
"If we do, we can escape straight away into another world, so he won't he able to hurt us," Will said.
They were determined2 to go, and Mary was reluctant to argue.
"At least," she said, "promise that you won't go in among the trees. If that man is still around, he might be hiding in a wood or a grove3 and you wouldn't see him in time to escape."
"We promise," said Lyra.
"Well, I'll pack you some food in case you're out all day."
Mary took some flat bread and cheese and some sweet, thirst-quenching red fruits, wrapped them in a cloth, and tied a cord around it for one of them to carry over a shoulder.
"Good hunting," she said as they left. "Please take care."
She was still anxious. She stood watching them all the way to the foot of the slope.
"I wonder why she's so sad," Will said as he and Lyra climbed the road up to the ridge4.
"She's probably wondering if she'll ever go home again," said Lyra. "And if her laboratory'll still be hers when she does. And maybe she's sad about the man she was in love with."
"Mmm," said Will. "D'you think we'll ever go home?"
"Dunno. I don't suppose I've got a home anyway. They probably couldn't have me back at Jordan College, and I can't live with the bears or the witches. Maybe I could live with the gyptians. I wouldn't mind that, if they'd have me."
"What about Lord Asriel's world? Wouldn't you want to live there?"
"It's going to fail, remember," she said.
"Why?"
"Because of what your father's ghost said, just before we came out. About daemons, and how they can only live for a long time if they stay in their own world. But probably Lord Asriel, I mean my father, couldn't have thought about that, because no one knew enough about other worlds when he started... All that," she said wonderingly, "all that bravery and skill... All that, all wasted! All for nothing!"
They climbed on, finding the going easy on the rock road, and when they reached the top of the ridge, they stopped and looked back.
"Will," she said, "supposing we don't find them?"
"I'm sure we will. What I'm wondering is what my daemon will be like."
"You saw her. And I picked her up," Lyra said, blushing, because of course it was a gross violation5 of manners to touch something so private as someone else's daemon. It was forbidden not only by politeness, but by something deeper than that, something like shame. A quick glance at Will's warm cheeks showed that he knew that just as well as she did.
They walked on side by side, suddenly shy with each other. But Will, not put off by being shy, said, "When does your daemon stop changing shape?"
"About... I suppose about our age, or a bit older. Maybe more sometimes. We used to talk about Pan settling, him and me. We used to wonder what he'd be...”
"Don't people have any idea?"
"Not when they're young. As you grow up you start thinking, well, they might be this or they might be that... And usually they end up something that fits. I mean something like your real nature. Like if your daemon's a dog, that means you like doing what you're told, and knowing who's boss, and following orders, and pleasing people who are in charge. A lot of servants are people whose daemons are dogs. So it helps to know what you're like and to find what you'd be good at. How do people in your world know what they're like?"
"I don't know. I don't know much about my world. All I know is keeping secret and quiet and hidden, so I don't know much about... grownups, and friends. Or lovers. I think it'd be difficult having a daemon because everybody would know so much about you just by looking. I like to keep secret and stay out of sight."
"Then maybe your daemon'd be an animal that's good at hiding. Or one of those animals that looks like another, a butterfly that looks like a wasp6, for disguise. They must have creatures like that in your world, because we have, and we're so much alike."
They walked on together in a friendly silence. All around them the wide, clear morning lay limpid7 in the hollows and pearly blue in the warm air above. As far as the eye could see, the great savanna8 rolled, brown, gold, buff-green, shimmering9 toward the horizon, and empty. They might have been the only people in the world.
"But it's not empty really," Lyra said.
"You mean that man?"
"No. You know what I mean."
"Yes, I do. I can see shadows in the grass... maybe birds," Will said.
He was following the little darting11 movements here and there. He found it easier to see the shadows if he didn't look at them. They were more willing to show themselves to the corners of his eye, and when he said so to Lyra, she said, "It's negative capability12."
"What's that?"
"The poet Keats said it first. Dr. Malone knows. It's how I read the alethiometer. It's how you use the knife, isn't it?"
"Yes, I suppose it is. But I was just thinking that they might be the daemons."
"So was I, but..."
She put her finger to her lips. He nodded.
"Look," he said, "there's one of those fallen trees."
It was Mary's climbing tree. They went up to it carefully, keeping an eye on the grove in case another one should fall. In the calm morning, with only a faint breeze stirring the leaves, it seemed impossible that a mighty13 thing like this should ever topple, but here it was.
The vast trunk, supported in the grove by its torn-up roots and out on the grass by the mass of branches, was high above their heads. Some of those branches, crushed and broken, were themselves as big around as the biggest trees Will had ever seen; the crown of the tree, tight-packed with boughs14 that still looked sturdy, leaves that were still green, towered like a ruined palace into the mild air.
Suddenly Lyra gripped Will's arm.
"Shh," she whispered. "Don't look. I'm sure they're up there. I saw something move and I swear it was Pan..."
Her hand was warm. He was more aware of that than of the great mass of leaves and branches above them. Pretending to gaze vacantly at the horizon, he let his attention wander upward into the confused mass of green, brown, and blue, and there, she was right! , there was a something that was not the tree. And beside it, another.
"Walk away," Will said under his breath. "We'll go somewhere else and see if they follow us."
"Suppose they don't... But yes, all right," Lyra whispered back.
They pretended to look all around; they set their hands on one of the branches resting on the ground, as if they were intending to climb; they pretended to change their minds, by shaking their heads and walking away.
"I wish we could look behind," Lyra said when they were a few hundred yards away.
"Just go on walking. They can see us, and they won't get lost. They'll come to us when they want to."
They stepped off the black road and into the knee-high grass, swishing their legs through the stems, watching the insects hovering15, darting, fluttering, skimming, hearing the million-voiced chorus chirrup and scrape.
"What are you going to do, Will?" Lyra said quietly after they'd walked some way in silence.
"Well, I've got to go home," he said.
She thought he sounded unsure, though. She hoped he sounded unsure.
"But they might still be after you," she said. "Those men."
"We've seen worse than them, after all."
"Yes, I suppose... But I wanted to show you Jordan College, and the Fens16. I wanted us to..."
"Yeah," he said, "and I wanted... It would be good to go to Cittagazze again, even. It was a beautiful place, and if the Specters are all gone... But there's my mother. I've got to go back and look after her. I just left her with Mrs. Cooper, and it's not fair on either of them."
"But it's not fair on you to have to do that."
"No," he said, "but that's a different sort of not fair. That's just like an earthquake or a rainstorm. It might not be fair, but no one's to blame. But if I just leave my mother with an old lady who isn't very well herself, then that's a different kind of not fair. That would be wrong. I've just got to go home. But probably it's going to be difficult to go back as we were. Probably the secret's out now. I don't suppose Mrs. Cooper will have been able to look after her, not if my mother's in one of those times when she gets frightened of things. So she's probably had to get help, and when I go back, I'll be made to go into some kind of institution."
"I think that's what they do. I just don't know. I'll hate it."
"You could escape with the knife, Will! You could come to my world!"
"I still belong there, where I can be with her. When I'm grown up I'll be able to look after her properly, in my own house. No one can interfere18 then."
"D'you think you'll get married?"
He was quiet for a long time. She knew he was thinking, though.
"I can't see that far ahead," he said. "It would have to be someone who understands about... I don't think there's any' one like that in my world. Would you get married?"
"Me too," she said. "Not to anyone in my world, I shouldn't think."
They walked on steadily19, wandering toward the horizon. They had all the time in the world: all the time the world had.
After a while Lyra said, "You will keep the knife, won't you? So you could visit my world?"
"Of course. I certainly wouldn't give it to anyone else, ever."
"Don't look...” she said, not altering her pace. "There they are again. On the left."
"They are following us," said Will, delighted.
"Shh!"
"I thought they would. Okay, we'll just pretend now, we'll just wander along as if we're looking for them, and we'll look in all sorts of stupid places."
It became a game. They found a pond and searched among the reeds and in the mud, saying loudly that the daemons were bound to be shaped like frogs or water beetles20 or slugs; they peeled off the bark of a long-fallen tree at the edge of a string-wood grove, pretending to have seen the two daemons creeping underneath22 it in the form of earwigs; Lyra made a great fuss of an ant she claimed to have trodden on, sympathizing with its bruises23, saying its face was just like Pan's, asking in mock sorrow why it was refusing to speak to her.
But when she thought they were genuinely out of earshot, she said earnestly to Will, leaning close to speak quietly:
"We had to leave them, didn't we? We didn't have a choice really?"
"Yes, we had to. It was worse for you than for me, but we didn't have any choice at all. Because you made a promise to Roger, and you had to keep it."
"And you had to speak to your father again..."
"And we had to let them all out."
"Yes, we did. I'm so glad we did. Pan will be glad one day, too, when I die. We won't be split up. It was a good thing we did."
As the sun rose higher in the sky and the air became warmer, they began to look for shade. Toward noon they found themselves on the slope rising toward the summit of a ridge, and when they'd reached it, Lyra flopped24 down on the grass and said, "Well! If we don't find somewhere shady soon..."
There was a valley leading down on the other side, and it was thick with bushes, so they guessed there might be a stream as well. They traversed the slope of the ridge till it dipped into the head of the valley, and there, sure enough, among ferns and reeds, a spring bubbled out of the rock.
They dipped their hot faces in the water and swallowed gratefully, and then they followed the stream downward, seeing it gather in miniature whirlpools and pour over tiny ledges25 of stone, and all the time get fuller and wider.
"How does it do that?" Lyra marveled. "There's no more water coming into it from anywhere else, but there's so much more of it here than up there."
Will, watching the shadows out of the corner of his eye, saw them slip ahead, leaping over the ferns to disappear into the bushes farther down. He pointed26 silently.
"It just goes slower," he said. "It doesn't flow as fast as the spring comes out, so it gathers in these pools... They've gone in there," he whispered, indicating a little group of trees at the foot of the slope.
They looked at each other, a curiously27 formal and serious look, before setting off to follow the stream. The undergrowth got thicker as they went down the valley; the stream went into tunnels of green and emerged in dappled clearings, only to tumble over a lip of stone and bury itself in the green again, and they had to follow it as much by hearing as by sight.
At the foot of the hill, it ran into the little wood of silver-barked trees.
Father Gomez watched from the top of the ridge. It hadn't been hard to follow them; despite Mary's confidence in the open savanna, there was plenty of concealment28 in the grass and the occasional thickets30 of string-wood and sap-lacquer bushes. The two young people had spent a lot of time earlier looking all around as if they thought they were being followed. He had had to keep some distance away, but as the morning passed, they became more and more absorbed in each other and paid less attention to the landscape.
The one thing he didn't want to do was hurt the boy. He had a horror of harming an innocent person. The only way to make sure of his target was to get close enough to see her clearly, which meant following them into the wood.
Quietly and cautiously he moved down the course of the stream. His daemon the green-backed beetle21 flew overhead, tasting the air; her eyesight was less good than his, but her sense of smell was acute, and she caught the scent31 of the young people's flesh very clearly. She would go a little ahead, perch32 on a stem of grass, and wait for him, then move on again; and as she caught the trail in the air that their bodies left behind, Father Gomez found himself praising God for his mission, because it was clearer than ever that the boy and the girl were walking into mortal sin.
He watched them go in among the trees. They hadn't looked back once since coming over the top of the ridge, but he still kept low, moving down the stream at a crouch33, holding the rifle in one hand, balancing with the other.
He was so close to success now that for the first time he found himself speculating on what he would do afterward34, and whether he would please the Kingdom of Heaven more by going back to Geneva or staying to evangelize this world. The first thing to do here would be to convince the four-legged creatures, who seemed to have the rudiments35 of reason, that their habit of riding on wheels was abominable36 and Satanic, and contrary to the will of God. Break them of that, and salvation37 would follow.
He reached the foot of the slope, where the trees began, and laid the rifle down silently.
He gazed into the silver-green-gold shadows, and listened, with both hands behind his ears to catch and focus any quiet voices through the insect chirping38 and the trickle39 of the stream. Yes: there they were. They'd stopped.
He bent40 to pick up the rifle…
And found himself uttering a hoarse41 and breathless gasp42, as something clutched his daemon and pulled her away from him.
But there was nothing there! Where was she? The pain was atrocious. He heard her crying, and cast about wildly to left and right, looking for her.
"Keep still," said a voice from the air, "and be quiet. I have your daemon in my hand."
"But, where are you? Who are you?"
"My name is Balthamos," said the voice.
Will and Lyra followed the stream into the wood, walking carefully, saying little, until they were in the very center.
There was a little clearing in the middle of the grove, which was floored with soft grass and moss-covered rocks. The branches laced across overhead, almost shutting out the sky and letting through little moving spangles and sequins of sunlight, so that everything was dappled with gold and silver.
And it was quiet. Only the trickle of the stream, and the occasional rustle44 of leaves high up in a little curl of breeze, broke the silence.
Will put down the package of food; Lyra put down her little rucksack. There was no sign of the daemon shadows anywhere. They were completely alone.
They took off their shoes and socks and sat down on the mossy rocks at the edge of the stream, dipping their feet in the cold water and feeling the shock of it invigorate their blood.
"I'm hungry," Will said.
"Me too," said Lyra, though she was also feeling more than that, something subdued45 and pressing and half-happy and half-painful, so that she wasn't quite sure what it was.
They unfolded the cloth and ate some bread and cheese. For some reason their hands were slow and clumsy, and they hardly tasted the food, although the bread was floury and crisp from the hot baking-stones, and the cheese was flaky and salty and very fresh.
Then Lyra took one of those little red fruits. With a fast-beating heart, she turned to him and said, "Will..."
And she lifted the fruit gently to his mouth.
She could see from his eyes that he knew at once what she meant, and that he was too joyful46 to speak. Her fingers were still at his lips, and he felt them tremble, and he put his own hand up to hold hers there, and then neither of them could look; they were confused; they were brimming with happiness.
Like two moths47 clumsily bumping together, with no more weight than that, their lips touched. Then before they knew how it happened, they were clinging together, blindly pressing their faces toward each other.
"Like Mary said," he whispered, "you know straight away when you like someone, when you were asleep, on the mountain, before she took you away, I told Pan...”
"I heard," she whispered, "I was awake and I wanted to tell you the same and now I know what I must have felt all the time: I love you, Will, I love you...”
The word love set his nerves ablaze48. All his body thrilled with it, and he answered her in the same words, kissing her hot face over and over again, drinking in with adoration49 the scent of her body and her warm, honey-fragrant hair and her sweet, moist mouth that tasted of the little red fruit.
Around them there was nothing but silence, as if all the world were holding its breath.
Balthamos was terrified.
He moved up the stream and away from the wood, holding the scratching, stinging, biting insect daemon, and trying to conceal29 himself as much as he could from the man who was stumbling after them.
He mustn't let him catch up. He knew that Father Gomez would kill him in a moment. An angel of his rank was no match for a man, even if that angel was strong and healthy, and Balthamos was neither of those; besides which, he was crippled by grief over Baruch and shame at having deserted50 Will before. He no longer even had the strength to fly.
"Stop, stop," said Father Gomez. "Please keep still. I can't see you, let's talk, please, don't hurt my daemon, I beg you...”
In fact, the daemon was hurting Balthamos. The angel could see the little green thing dimly through the backs of his clasped hands, and she was sinking her powerful jaws51 again and again into his palms. If he opened his hands just for a moment, she would be gone. Balthamos kept them closed.
"This way," he said, "follow me. Come away from the wood. I want to talk to you, and this is the wrong place."
"But who are you? I can't see you. Come closer, how can I tell what you are till I see you? Keep still, don't move so quickly!"
But moving quickly was the only defense52 Balthamos had. Trying to ignore the stinging daemon, he picked his way up the little gully where the stream ran, stepping from rock to rock.
Then he made a mistake: trying to look behind him, he slipped and put a foot into the water.
"Ah," came a whisper of satisfaction as Father Gomez saw the splash.
Balthamos withdrew his foot at once and hurried on, but now a wet print appeared on the dry rocks each time he put his foot down. The priest saw it and leapt forward, and felt the brush of feathers on his hand.
He stopped in astonishment53: the word angel reverberated54 in his mind. Balthamos seized the moment to stumble forward again, and the priest felt himself dragged after him as another brutal55 pang43 wrenched56 his heart.
Balthamos said over his shoulder, "A little farther, just to the top of the ridge, and we shall talk, I promise."
"Talk here! Stop where you are, and I swear I shan't touch you!"
The angel didn't reply: it was too hard to concentrate. He had to split his attention three ways: behind him to avoid the man, ahead to see where he was going, and on the furious daemon tormenting57 his hands.
As for the priest, his mind was working quickly. A truly dangerous opponent would have killed his daemon at once, and ended the matter there and then; this antagonist58 was afraid to strike.
With that in mind he let himself stumble, and uttered little moans of pain, and pleaded once or twice for the other to stop, all the time watching closely, moving nearer, estimating how big the other was, how quickly he could move, which way he was looking.
"Please," he said brokenly, "you don't know how much this hurts, I can't do you any harm, please can we stop and talk?"
He didn't want to move out of sight of the wood. They were now at the point where the stream began, and he could see the shape of Balthamos's feet very lightly pressing the grass. The priest had watched every inch of the way, and he was sure now where the angel was standing59.
Balthamos turned around. The priest raised his eyes to the place where he thought the angel's face would be, and saw him for the first time: just a shimmer10 in the air, but there was no mistaking it.
The angel wasn't quite close enough to reach in one movement, though, and in truth the pull on his daemon had been painful and weakening. Maybe he should take another step or two...
"Sit down," said Balthamos. "Sit down where you are. Not a step closer."
"What do you want?" said Father Gomez, not moving.
"What do I want? I want to kill you, but I haven't got the strength."
"But are you an angel?"
"What does it matter?"
"You might have made a mistake. We might be on the same side."
"No, we're not. I have been following you. I know whose side you're on, no, no, don't move. Stay there."
"It's not too late to repent60. Even angels are allowed to do that. Let me hear your confession61."
"Oh, Baruch, help me!" cried Balthamos in despair, turning away.
And as he cried out, Father Gomez leapt for him. His shoulder hit the angel's, and knocked Balthamos off balance; and in throwing out a hand to save himself, the angel let go of the insect daemon. The beetle flew free at once, and Father Gomez felt a surge of relief and strength. In fact, it was that which killed him, to his great surprise. He hurled62 himself so hard at the faint form of the angel, and he expected so much more resistance than he met, that he couldn't keep his balance. His foot slipped; his momentum63 carried him down toward the stream; and ; Balthamos, thinking of what Baruch would have done, kicked aside the priest's hand as he flung it out for support.
Father Gomez fell hard. His head cracked against a stone, and he fell stunned64 with his face in the water. The cold shock woke him at once, but as he choked and feebly tried to rise, Balthamos, desperate, ignored the daemon stinging his face and his eyes and his mouth, and used all the little weight he had to hold the man's head down in the water, and he kept it there, and kept it there, and kept it there.
When the daemon suddenly vanished, Balthamos let go. The man was dead. As soon as he was sure, Balthamos hauled the body out of the stream and laid it carefully on the grass, folding the priest's hands over his breast and closing his eyes.
Then Balthamos stood up, sick and weary and full of pain.
"Baruch," he said, "oh, Baruch, my dear, I can do no more. Will and the girl are safe, and everything will be well, but this is the end for me, though truly I died when you did, Baruch, my beloved."
A moment later, he was gone.
In the bean field, drowsy65 in the late afternoon heat, Mary heard Atal's voice, and she couldn't tell excitement from alarm: had another tree fallen? Had the man with the rifle appeared?
Look! Look! Atal was saying, nudging Mary's pocket with her trunk, so Mary took the spyglass and did as her friend said, pointing it up to the sky.
Tell me what it's doing! said Atal. I can feel it is different, but I can't see.
The terrible flood of Dust in the sky had stopped flowing. It wasn't still, by any means; Mary scanned the whole sky with the amber66 lens, seeing a current here, an eddy67 there, a vortex farther off; it was in perpetual movement, but it wasn't flowing away anymore. In fact, if anything, it was falling like snowflakes.
She thought of the wheel trees: the flowers that opened upward would be drinking in this golden rain. Mary could almost feel them welcoming it in their poor parched68 throats, which were so perfectly69 shaped for it, and which had been starved for so long.
The young ones, said Atal.
Mary turned, spyglass in hand, to see Will and Lyra returning. They were some way off; they weren't hurrying. They were holding hands, talking together, heads close, oblivious70 to everything else; she could see that even from a distance.
She nearly put the spyglass to her eye, but held back, and returned it to her pocket. There was no need for the glass; she knew what she would see; they would seem to be made of living gold. They would seem the true image of what human beings always could be, once they had come into their inheritance.
The Dust pouring down from the stars had found a living home again, and these children-no-longer-children, saturated71 with love, were the cause of it all.
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