Beyond 'The Golden Compass': The Magic of Philip Pullman Page #5

telling me what to do.

I bet you don't like it either.

I can tell.

You're like my Uncle Asriel.

He's a rough noble like you.

That's what I think.

Samoyed lands.

Samoyeds don't take

kindly to trespassers.

It's the only way

to reach Bolvangar.

Stay close to me.

- Come, child.

- It will be dark soon.

How far do you reckon?

Oh, I don't know for sure,

but a good few miles.

We covered some ground.

What's wrong?

What can you see?

- Where are we going?

- Hush, Pan.

They told us not to leave the tent.

Is he coming, then?

Don't know. I'll have a look.

lorek?

What is it, child?

The alethiometer keeps

telling me something.

In the next valley,

there's a lake with a house by it...

and it's troubled by a ghost.

It's something to do

with the Gobblers and Roger.

You could take me there,

couldn't you?

You could carry me

there and back...

before anyone knew,

couldn't you?

You wish to ride me?

Yeah.

We will travel faster without armour.

Are those birds?

Witches.

More than I have ever seen.

Where are they going?

Flying to war.

If they are flying

to the aid of your enemies...

you should all be afraid.

Are you afraid?

No.

When I am, I will master my fear.

I will make sure the way is clear.

No. Stay here.

Lyra, no, please don't.

Something's wrong.

- Hush, Pan.

- Something terrible.

I'm afraid.

We've got to master our fear.

Hello?

Hello?

Billy.

Where's his dmon?

He doesn't have a dmon.

That's...

intercision.

That's what

the Gobblers are doing...

cuttin' away kids'daemons.

Where's my Ratter?

Have you seen her?

Billy, it's me, Lyra.

Let me take you

back to your mum.

I need Ratter.

Billy, come on with me.

We'll take you someplace safe.

We'll find Ratter.

Gracious God, what's this?

Lyra, child,

what have you found?

Billy. Billy Costa.

Billy!

Oh, Billy!

You're all right, Billy.

You're safe now.

We'll find your dmon.

We'll bring 'er back.

Here, take Lyra.

Gyptians, to arms!

- Watch your backs!

- Protect the children!

Look out, Lyra!

lorek!

lorek Byrnison, help me!

Pan, where are they taking us?

I don't know.

We've been going for hours.

Ice bears, Pan.

I hope you're happy now.

You're losing your touch, amlgo.

So am I.

Don't worry.

We'll get her back.

The Samoyeds

won't lay a hand on her.

She's worth more in one piece.

I'll find her.

I'll bring her back.

I can bargain with Ragnar.

I'll drop you at the border,

pick you up on the way out.

No. I will not leave her.

You show up in Svalbard...

Ragnar and the rest of 'em

will tear you to pieces.

You know that.

I know I would feel ashamed...

to show less courage

than that child.

That kind of courage

could get you killed.

I will not live in shame

any longer, Scoresby.

No.

I reckon not.

I'm gonna take her down,

pick up the trail.

Don't worry. lorek will come.

That's just it, Pan.

There's too many of them for him to fight.

We've got to do something.

Do you remember

what Mrs. Coulter said back at Jordan...

about the king of the bears

wanting a dmon?

Pan, I need you to hide.

- Don't let them see you.

- That's fine with me.

We can beat him, Pan.

What is this little thing?

Our greetings to you, great king.

Or rather, my greetings and not his.

Not whose?

lorek Byrnison's, Your Majesty.

What have you

to do with lorek Byrnison?

I am lorek Byrnison's dmon.

And how has the exile...

the unworthy lorek Byrnison,

obtained a dmon?

lorek Byrnison was

the first bear to get a dmon...

but it should've been you.

They gave me to him at Bolvangar.

Mrs. Coulter did.

And how could you be

so far from him?

I'm like a witch's dmon, great king.

- I can go as far from him as I please.

- Well...

if you are his dmon...

then I will kill you right now

and be free of an enemy.

If you do that,

I can never be your dmon.

My... dmon?

That's why I come here, see?

'Cause I want to be

your dmon, not his.

He's just an exile, nothing.

But you, you're powerful

and clever and rich...

and better in every way.

He's on his way here now,

to fight you.

What? He's mad.

- We shall destroy him!

- No.

No.

If you defeat him,

I will become your dmon.

But you must defeat him

in single combat.

Then all his strength

will flow into yours...

and my mind will flow

into your mind.

You and me, together.

Have him killed any other way...

and I'll just go out like a light,

and you'll never have a dmon.

Prove it.

Prove to me that you are a dmon.

Ask me something only you know.

How did I become king?

What is that?

It's a dmon mirror, great king.

We daemons use it to see

the truth in our own eyes.

Truly you are great

and powerful, Ragnar...

for you poisoned the old king...

then challenged the heir to the throne

and beat him in single combat.

lorek Byrnison.

Oh, Pan, what have I done?

Ragnar's too strong.

So here he is.

But what if the coward

dare not fight me?

Great king, let me speak to him.

- If I do, he will not suspect.

- Very well.

You go to him. Give him courage.

Bring him to his death.

Soon you'll be mine.

Oh, lorek.

lorek, dear,

I've done a terrible thing.

What terrible thing?

I told the king I was your dmon

and that he must fight you.

If not, they would never let you fight.

They would burn you

before you even got up close.

But you've been fighting...

and running all this way.

Lyra. Lyra Belacqua.

No, I shall call you

Lyra Silvertongue.

To fight him is all I want.

Come, little dmon.

Fight well, lorek, my dear.

You're the real king,

and he ain't nothing.

Lyra, if I am killed...

Scoresby will find you.

Is that all...

whimpering cub?

Is that all...

soon-to-die?

Is that all? Huh?

Is that all?

Yes, that is all.

That is all.

Bears, who is your king?

lorek...

lorek, I thought I'd lost you.

Why?

You still own my contract.

And now I will take you to Bolvangar.

We've got to stop them, lorek.

The alethiometer says

they'll hurt Roger.

There.

It may not hold us both.

You cross on your own.

I will follow.

I'm right here. Step quickly.

Don't look down.

Don't look back!

You're almost there.

Run, Lyra!

Run! Run!

Lyra! I will get

Scoresby and the Gyptians.

Wait for me there!

Lyra! Wait!

I don't like the look of this place.

Bolvangar.

Hello, there.

I got lost in the snow. Where am I?

No need to worry, my child.

You're safe now.

Well, you'd better come inside.

It's warm and comfortable in here.

- What's your name?

- Don't tell him who we are.

Lizzie. Lizzie Brooks.

What were you doing

so far north, Lizzie?

That must be an interesting story.

My dad and uncles,

they took me north.

They're traders.

Well, you're very lucky

to have found us when you got lost.

What is this place?

Oh, you'll like it.

It's called the Experimental Station.

What do you do here?

We help children grow up.

- Liar.

- You must be hungry, Lizzie. Lucky you.

Just in time for dinner.

Can you see him?

Is he here?

- Lyra, it's them.

- Pan!

- You found us!

- You're all right!

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