〃What did they look like？〃 said Lyra。
〃Well 。 。 。 l never properly saw 'em；〃 Charlie said。 〃I saw their truck； though；〃 he added。 〃They e in a white truck。 They put the little boy in the truck and drove off quick。〃
〃But why do they call 'em Gobblers？〃 Lyra asked。
'〃Cause they eat 'em；〃 said the first gyptian boy。 〃Someone told us in Northampton。 They been up there and all。 This girl in Northampton； her brother was took； and she said the men as took him told her they was going to eat him。 Everyone knows that。 They gobble 'em up。〃
A gyptian girl standing nearby began to cry loudly。
〃That's Billy's cousin；〃 said Charlie。
Lyra said； 〃Who saw Billy last？〃
〃Me；〃 said half a dozen voices。 〃I seen him holding Johnny
Fiorelli's old horse…I seen him by the toffee…apple seller…I seen him swinging on the crane…〃
When Lyra had sorted it out； she gathered that Billy had been seen for certain not less than two hours previously。
〃So；〃 she said； 〃sometime in the last two hours there must've been Gobblers here 。 。 。 。〃
They all looked around； shivering in spite of the warm sun； the crowded wharf； the familiar smells of tar and horses and smokeleaf。 The trouble was that because no one knew what these Gobblers looked like； anyone might be a Gobbler； as Lyra pointed out to the appalled gang； who were now all under her sway； collegers and gyptians alike。
〃They're bound to look like ordinary people； else they'd be seen at once；〃 she explained。 〃If they only came at night； they could look like anything。 But if they e in the daylight； they got to look ordinary。 So any of these people might be Gobblers 。 。 。 。〃
〃They en't；〃 said a gyptian uncertainly。 〃I know 'em all。〃
〃All right； not these； but anyone else；〃 said Lyra。 〃Let's go and look for 'em！ And their white truck！〃
And that precipitated a swarm。 Other searchers soon joined the first ones； and before long； thirty or more gyptian children were racing from end to end of the wharves； running in and out of stables； scrambling over the cranes and derricks in the boatyard； leaping over the fence into the wide meadow； swinging fifteen at a time on the old swing bridge over the green water； and running full pelt through the narrow streets of Jericho； between the little brick terraced houses and into the great square…towered oratory of St。 Barnabas the Chymist。 Half of them didn't know what they were looking for； and thought it was just a lark； but those closest to Lyra felt a real fear and apprehension every time they glimpsed a solitary figure down an alley or in the dimness of the oratory： was it a Gobbler？
But of course it wasn't。 Eventually； with no success； and with the shadow of Billy's real disappearance hanging over them all； the fun faded away。 As Lyra and the two College boys left Jericho when suppertime neared； they saw the gyptians gathering on the wharf next to where the Costas' boat was moored。 Some of the women were crying loudly； and the men were standing in angry groups； with all their daemons agitated and rising in nervous flight or snarling at shadows。
〃I bet them Gobblers wouldn't dare e in here；〃 said Lyra to Simon Parslow； as the two of them stepped over the threshold into the great lodge of Jordan。
〃No；〃 he said uncertainly。 〃But I know there's a kid missing from the market。〃
〃Who？〃 Lyra said。 She knew most of the market children； but she hadn't heard of this。
〃Jessie Reynolds； out the saddler's。 She weren't there at shutting…up time yesterday； and she'd only gone for a bit of fish for her dad's tea。 She never e back and no one'd seen her。 They searched all through the market and everywhere。〃
〃I never heard about that！〃 said Lyra； indignant。 She considered it a deplorable lapse on the part of her subjects not to tell her everything and at once。
〃Well； it was only yesterday。 She might've turned up now。〃
〃I'm going to ask；〃 said Lyra； and turned to leave the lodge。
But she hadn't got out of the gate before the Porter called her。
〃Here； Lyra！ You're not to go out again this evening。 Master's orders。〃
〃Why not？〃
〃I told you； Master's orders。 He says if you e in； you stay in。〃
〃You catch me；〃 she said； and darted out before the old man could leave his doorway。
She ran across the narrow street and down into the alley where the vans unloaded goods for the covered market。 This being shutting…up time； there were few vans there now； but a knot of youths stood smoking and talking by the central gate opposite the high stone wall of St。 Michael's College。 Lyra knew one of them； a sixteen…year…old she admired because he could spit further than anyone else she'd ever heard of； and she went and waited humbly for him to notice her。
〃Yeah？ What do you want？〃 he said finally。
〃Is Jessie Reynolds disappeared？〃
〃Yeah。 Why？〃
'〃Cause a gyptian kid disappeared today and all。〃
〃They're always disappearing； gyptians。 After every horse fair they disappear。〃
〃So do horses；〃 said one of his friends。
〃This is different；〃 said Lyra。 〃This is a kid。 We was looking for him all afternoon and the other kids said the Gobblers got him。〃
〃The what？〃
〃The Gobblers；〃 she said。 〃En't you heard of the Gobblers？〃
It was news to the other boys as well； and apart from a few coarse ments they listened closely to what she told them。
〃Gobblers；〃 said Lyra's acquaintance； whose name was Dick。 〃It's stupid。 These gyptians； they pick up all kinds of stupid ideas。〃
〃They said there was Gobblers in Banbury a couple of weeks ago；〃 Lyra insisted； 〃and there was five kids taken。 They probably e to Oxford now to get kids from us。 It must've been them what got Jessie。〃
〃There was a kid lost over Cowley way；〃 said one of the other boys。 〃I remember now。 My auntie； she was there yesterday； 'cause she sells fish and chips out a van； and she heard about it 。 。 。 。Some little boy； that's it 。 。 。 I dunno about the Gobblers； though。 They en't real； Gobblers。 Just a story。〃
〃They are！〃 Lyra said。 〃The gyptians seen 'em。 They reckon they eat the kids they catch； and 。 。 。 〃
She stopped in midsentence； because something had suddenly e into her mind。 During that strange evening she'd spent hidden in the Retiring Room； Lord Asriel had shown a lantern slide of a man with streams of light pouring from his hand； and there'd been a small figure beside him； with less light around it； and he'd said it was a child； and someone had asked if it was a severed child； and her uncle had said no； that was the point。 Lyra remembered that severed meant 〃cut。〃
And then something else hit her heart： where was Roger？
She hadn't seen him since the morning 。 。 。 。
Suddenly she felt afraid。 Pantalaimon； as a miniature lion； sprang into her arms and growled。 She said goodbye to the youths by the gate and walked quietly back into Turl Street； and then ran full pelt for Jordan lodge； tumbling in through the door a second before the now cheetah…shaped daemon。
The Porter was sanctimonious。
〃I had to ring the Master and tell him；〃 he said。 〃He en't pleased at all。 I wouldn't be in your shoes； not for money I wouldn't。〃
〃Where's Roger？〃 she demanded。
〃I en't seen him。 He'll be for it； too。 Ooh； when Mr。 Cawson catches him…〃
Lyra ran to the kitchen and thrust her way into the hot； clangorous； steaming bustle。
〃Where's Roger？〃 she shouted。
〃Clear off； Lyra！ We're busy here！〃
〃But where is he？ Has he turned up or not？〃
No one seemed interested。
〃But where is he？ You must've heard！〃 Lyra shouted at the chef； who boxed her ears and sent her storming away。
Bernie the pastry cook tried to calm her down； but she wouldn't be consoled。
〃They got him！ Them bloody Gobblers； they oughter catch 'em and bloody kill 'em！ I hate 'em！ You don't care about Roger…〃
〃Lyra； we all care about Roger…〃
〃You don't； else you'd all stop work and go and look for him right now！ I hate you！〃
〃There could be a dozen reasons why Roger en't turned up。 Listen to sense。 We got dinner to prepare and serve in less than an hour； the Master's got guests in the lodging； and he'll be eating over there； and that