here the water was hot； the soap rose…pink and fragrant； the towels thick and cloud…soft。 And around the edge of the tinted mirror there were little pink lights； so that when Lyra looked into it she saw a softly illuminated figure quite unlike the Lyra she knew。
Pantalaimon； who was imitating the form of Mrs。 Coulter's daemon； crouched on the edge of the basin making faces at her。 She pushed him into the soapy water and suddenly remembered the alethiometer in her coat pocket。 She'd left the coat on a chair in the other room。 She'd promised the Master to keep it secret from Mrs。 Coulter 。 。 。 。
Oh； this was confusing。 Mrs。 Coulter was so kind and wise； whereas Lyra had actually seen the Master trying to poison Uncle Asriel。 Which of them did she owe most obedience to？
She rubbed herself dry hastily and hurried back to the sitting room； where her coat still lay untouched； of course。
〃Ready？〃 said Mrs。 Coulter。 〃I thought we'd go to the Royal Arctic Institute for lunch。 I'm one of the very few female members； so I might as well use the privileges I have。〃
Twenty minutes' walk took them to a grand stone…fronted building where they sat in a wide dining room with snowy cloths and bright silver on the tables； and ate calves' liver and bacon。
〃Calves' liver is all right；〃 Mrs。 Coulter told her； 〃and so is seal liver； but if you're stuck for food in the Arctic； you mustn't eat bear liver。 That's full of a poison that'll kill you in minutes。〃
As they ate； Mrs。 Coulter pointed out some of the members at the other tables。
〃D'you see the elderly gentleman with the red tie？ That's Colonel Carborn。 He made the first balloon flight over the North Pole。 And the tall man by the window who's just got up is Dr。 Broken Arrow。〃
〃Is he a Skraeling？〃
〃Yes。 He was the man who mapped the ocean currents in the Great Northern Ocean 。 。 。 。〃
Lyra looked at them all； these great men； with curiosity and awe。 They were Scholars； no doubt about that； but they were explorers too。 Dr。 Broken Arrow would know about bear livers； she doubted whether the Librarian of Jordan College would。
After lunch Mrs。 Coulter showed her some of the precious arctic relics in the institute library…the harpoon with which the great whale Grimssdur had been killed； the stone carved with an inscription in an unknown language which was found in the hand of the explorer Lord Rukh； frozen to death in his lonely tent； a fire…striker used by Captain Hudson on his famous voyage to Van Tieren's Land。 She told the story of each one； and Lyra felt her heart stir with admiration for these great； brave； distant heroes。
And then they went shopping。 Everything on this extraordinary day was a new experience for Lyra； but shopping was the most dizzying。 To go into a vast building full of beautiful clothes； where people let you try them on； where you looked at yourself in mirrors 。 。 。 And the clothes were so pretty 。 。 。 。Lyra's clothes had e to her through Mrs。 Lonsdale； and a lot of them had been handed down and much mended。 She had seldom had anything new； and when she had； it had been picked for wear and not for looks； and she had never chosen anything for herself。 And now to find Mrs。 Coulter suggesting this； and praising that； and paying for it all； and more 。 。 。
By the time they'd finished； Lyra was flushed and bright…eyed with tiredness。 Mrs。 Coulter ordered most of the clothes packed up and delivered； and took one or two things with her when she and Lyra walked back to the flat。
Then a bath； with thick scented foam。 Mrs。 Coulter came into the bathroom to wash Lyra's hair； and she didn't rub and scrape like Mrs。 Lonsdale either。 She was gentle。 Pantalaimon watched with powerful curiosity until Mrs。 Coulter looked at him； and he knew what she meant and turned away； averting his eyes modestly from these feminine mysteries as the golden monkey was doing。 He had never had to look away from Lyra before。
Then； after the bath； a warm drink with milk and herbs； and a new flannel nightdress with printed flowers and a seal' loped hem； and sheepskin slippers dyed soft blue； and then bed。
So soft； this bed！ So gentle； the anbaric light on the bed' side table！ And the bedroom so cozy with little cupboards and a dressing table and a chest of drawers where her new clothes would go； and a carpet from one wall to the other； and pretty curtains covered in stars and moons and planets！ Lyra lay stiffly； too tired to sleep； too enchanted to question anything。
When Mrs。 Coulter had wished her a soft goodnight and gone out； Pantalaimon plucked at her hair。 She brushed him away； but he whispered； 〃Where's the thing？〃
She knew at once what he meant。 Her old shabby overcoat hung in the wardrobe； a few seconds later； she was back in bed； sitting up cross…legged in the lamplight； with Pantalaimon watching closely as she unfolded the black velvet and looked at what it was the Master had given her。
〃What did he call it？〃 she whispered。
〃An alethiometer。〃
There was no point in asking what that meant。 It lay heavily in her hands； the crystal face gleaming； the golden body exquisitely machined。 It was very like a clock； or a pass； for there were hands pointing to places around the dial； but instead of the hours or the points of the pass there were several little pictures； each of them painted with extraordinary precision； as if on ivory with the finest and slenderest sable brush。 She turned the dial around to look at them all。 There was an anchor； an hourglass surmounted by a skull； a chameleon； a bull； a beehive 。 。 。 Thirty…six altogether； and she couldn't even guess what they meant。
〃There's a wheel； look；〃 said Pantalaimon。 〃See if you can wind it up。〃
There were three little knurled winding wheels； in fact； and each of them turned one of the three shorter hands； which moved around the dial in a series of smooth satisfying clicks。 You could arrange them to point at any of the pictures； and once they had clicked into position； pointing exactly at the center of each one； they would not move。
The fourth hand was longer and more slender； and seemed to be made of a duller metal than the other three。 Lyra couldn't control its movement at all； it swung where it wanted to； like a pass needle； except that it didn't settle。
〃Meter means measure；〃 said Pantalaimon。 〃Like thermometer。 The Chaplain told us that。〃
〃Yes； but that's the easy bit；〃 she whispered back。 〃What d'you think it's for？〃
Neither of them could guess。 Lyra spent a long time turning the hands to point at one symbol or another （angel； helmet； dolphin； globe； lute； passes； candle； thunderbolt； horse） and watching the long needle swing on its never…ceasing errant way； and although she understood nothing； she was intrigued and delighted by the plexity and the detail。 Pantalaimon became a mouse to get closer to it； and rested his tiny paws on the edge； his button eyes bright black with curiosity as he watched the needle swing。
〃What do you think the Master meant about Uncle Asriel？〃 she said。
〃Perhaps we've got to keep it safe and give it to him。〃
〃But the Master was going to poison him！ Perhaps it's the opposite。 Perhaps he was going to say don't give it to him。〃
〃No；〃 Pantalaimon said； 〃it was her we had to keep it safe from…〃
There was a soft knock on the door。
Mrs。 Coulter said； 〃Lyra； I should put the light out if I were you。 You're tired； and we'll be busy tomorrow。〃
Lyra had thrust the alethiometer swiftly under the blankets。
〃All right； Mrs。 Coulter；〃 she said。
〃Goodnight now。〃
〃Goodnight。〃
She snuggled down and switched off the light。 Before she fell asleep； she tucked the alethiometer under the pillow； just in case。
FIVE
THE COCKTAIL PARTY
In the days that followed； Lyra went everywhere with Mrs。 Coulter； almost as if she were a daemon herself。 Mrs。 Coulter knew a great many people； and they met in all kinds of different places： in the morning there might be a meeting of geographers at the Royal Arctic Institute； and Lyra would sit by and listen； and then Mrs。 Coulter might meet a politician or a cleric for lunch in a smart restaurant； and