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me, and too clever. I am not happy that you should do what you plan, but there is no one I would trust to go with you except that boy. You are worthy of each other. Go well, Lyra Silvertongue, my dear friend."
She reached up and put her arms around his neck, and pressed her face into his fur, unable to speak.
After a minute he stood up he looked at the spies and said, "Don't you move. Look, here's the knife, I'm not going to use it. Stay here."
He went outside and found Lyra standing still, weeping, with Pantalaimon as a wolf raising his face to the black sky. She was quite silent. The only light came from the pale reflection in gently and disengaged her arms, and then he turned and walked silently away into the dark. Lyra thought his outline was lost almost at once against the pallor of the snow-covered ground, but it might have been that her eyes were full of tears.When Will heard her footsteps on the path,