ing into the hall； the murmur of voices； the shuffle of feet。
〃It's a good thing I didn't；〃 she whispered back。 〃We wouldn't have seen the Master put poison in the wine otherwise。 Pan； that was the Tokay he asked the Butler about！ They're going to kill Lord Asriel！〃
〃You don't know it's poison。〃
〃Oh； of course it is。 Don't you remember； he made the Butler leave the room before he did it？ If it was innocent； it wouldn't have mattered the Butler seeing。 And I know there's something going on…something political。 The servants have been talking about it for days。 Pan； we could prevent a murder！〃
〃I've never heard such nonsense；〃 he said shortly。 〃How do you think you're going to keep still for four hours in this poky wardrobe？ Let me go and look in the corridor。 I'll tell you when it's clear。〃
He fluttered from her shoulder； and she saw his little shadow appear in the crack of light。
〃It's no good； Pan； I'm staying；〃 she said。 〃There's another robe or something here。 I'll put that on the floor and make myself fortable。 I've just got to see what they do。〃
She had been crouching。 She carefully stood up； feeling around for the clothes hangers in order not to make a noise； and found that the wardrobe was bigger than she'd thought。 There were several academic robes and hoods； some with fur around them； most faced with silk。
〃I wonder if these are all the Master's？〃 she whispered。 〃When he gets honorary degrees from other places； perhaps they give him fancy robes and he keeps them here for dressing…up 。 。 。 。Pan； do you really think it's not poison in that wine？〃
〃No；〃 he said。 〃I think it is； like you do。 And I think it's none of our business。 And I think it would be the silliest thing you've ever done in a lifetime of silly things to interfere。 It's nothing to do with us。〃
〃Don't be stupid；〃 Lyra said。 〃I can't sit in here and watch them give him poison！〃
〃e somewhere else； then。〃
〃You're a coward； Pan。〃
〃Certainly I am。 May I ask what you intend to do？ Are you going to leap out and snatch the glass from his trembling fingers？ What did you have in mind？〃
〃I didn't have anything in mind； and well you know it；〃 she snapped quietly。 〃But now I've seen what the Master did； I haven't got any choice。 You're supposed to know about conscience； aren't you？ How can I just go and sit in the library or somewhere and twiddle my thumbs； knowing what's going to happen？ I don't intend to do that； I promise you。〃
〃This is what you wanted all the time；〃 he said after a moment。 〃You wanted to hide in here and watch。 Why didn't I realize that before？〃
〃All right； I do；〃 she said。 〃Everyone knows they get up to something secret。 They have a ritual or something。 And I just wanted to know what it was。〃
〃It's none of your business！ If they want to enjoy their little secrets you should just feel superior and let them get on with it。 Hiding and spying is for silly children。〃
〃Exactly what I knew you'd say。 Now stop nagging。〃
The two of them sat in silence for a while； Lyra unfortable on the hard floor of the wardrobe and Pantalaimon self…righteously twitching his temporary antennae on one of the robes。 Lyra felt a mixture of thoughts contending in her head； and she would have liked nothing better than to share them with her daemon； but she was proud too。 Perhaps she should try to clear them up without his help。
Her main thought was anxiety； and it wasn't for herself。 She'd been in trouble often enough to be used to it。 This time she was anxious about Lord Asriel； and about what this all meant。 It wasn't often that he visited the college； and the fact that this was a time of high political tension meant that he hadn't e simply to eat and drink and smoke with a few old friends。 She knew that both Lord Asriel and the Master were members of the Cabinet Council； the Prime Minister's special advisory body； so it might have been something to do with that； but meetings of the Cabinet Council were held in the palace； not in the Retiring Room of Jordan College。 Then there was the rumor that had been keeping the College servants whispering for days。 It was said that the Tartars had invaded Muscovy； and were surging north to St。 Petersburg； from where they would be able to dominate the Baltic Sea and eventually overe the entire west of Europe。 And Lord Asriel had been in the far North： when she'd seen him last； he was preparing an expedition to Lapland 。 。 。
〃Pan；〃 she whispered。
〃Yes？〃
〃Do you think there'll be a war？〃
〃Not yet。 Lord Asriel wouldn't be dining here if it was going to break out in the next week or so。〃
〃That's what I thought。 But later？〃
〃Shh！ Someone's ing。〃
She sat up and put her eye to the crack of the door。 It was the Butler； ing to trim the lamp as the Master had ordered him to。 The mon room and the library were lit by anbar…ic power； but the Scholars preferred the older； softer naphtha lamps in the Retiring Room。 They wouldn't change that in the Master's lifetime。
The Butler trimmed the wick； and put another log on the fire as well； and then listened carefully at the hall door before helping himself to a handful of leaf from the smoking stand。 He had hardly replaced the lid when the handle of the other door turned； making him jump nervously。 Lyra tried not to laugh。 The Butler hastily stuffed the leaf into his pocket and turned to face the iner。
〃Lord Asriel！〃 he said； and a shiver of cold surprise ran down Lyra's back。 She couldn't see him from where she was； and she tried to smother the urge to move and look。
〃Good evening； Wren；〃 said Lord Asriel。 Lyra always heard that harsh voice with a mixture of pleasure and apprehension。 〃I arrived too late to dine。 I'll wait in here。〃
The Butler looked unfortable。 Guests entered the Retiring Room at the Master's invitation only； and Lord Asriel knew that； but the Butler also saw Lord Asriel looking pointedly at the bulge in his pocket； and decided not to protest。
〃Shall I let the Master know you've arrived； my lord？〃
〃No harm in that。 You might bring me some coffee。〃
〃Very good； my lord。〃
The Butler bowed and hastened out； his daemon trotting submissively at his heels。 Lyra's uncle moved across to the fire and stretched his arms high above his head； yawning like a lion。 He was wearing traveling clothes。 Lyra was reminded； as she always was when she saw him again； of how much he frightened her。 There was no question now of creeping out unnoticed： she'd have to sit tight and hope。
Lord Asriel's daemon； a snow leopard； stood behind him。
〃Are you going to show the projections in here？〃 she said quietly。
〃Yes。 It'll create less fuss than moving to the lecture theater。 They'll want to see the specimens too； I'll send for the Porter in a minute。 This is a bad time； Stelmaria。〃
〃You should rest。〃
He stretched out in one of the armchairs； so that Lyra could no longer see his face。
〃Yes； yes。 I should also change my clothes。 There's probably some ancient etiquette that allows them to fine me a dozen bottles for ing in here dressed improperly。 I should sleep for three days。 The fact remains that…〃
There was a knock； and the Butler came in with a silver tray bearing a coffeepot and a cup。
〃Thank you； Wren；〃 said Lord Asriel。 〃Is that the Tokay I can see on the table？〃
〃The Master ordered it decanted especially for you； my I lord；〃 said the Butler。 〃There are only three dozen bottles left I of the'98。〃
〃All good things pass away。 Leave the tray here beside me。 Oh； ask the Porter to send up the two cases I left in the Lodge； would you？〃
〃Here； my lord？〃
〃Yes； here； man。 And I shall need a screen and a projecting lantern； also here； also now。〃
The Butler could hardly prevent himself from opening his mouth in surprise； but managed to suppress the question； or the protest。
〃Wren； you're forgetting your place；〃 said Lord Asriel。 〃Don't question me； just do as I tell you。〃
〃Very good； my lord；〃 said the Butler。 〃If I may suggest it； I should perhaps let Mr。 Cawson know what you're planning； my lord； or else he'll be somewhat taken aback； if you see what I mean。〃
〃Yes。