〃Is there anyone else who wants to speak？ Speak if you will。〃
But no one did； and presently John Faa reached for the closing bell and rang it hard and loud； swinging it high and shaking the peals out of it so that they filled the hall and rang the rafters。
John Faa and the other men left the platform for the parley room。 Lyra was a little disappointed。 Didn't they want her there too？ But Tony laughed。
〃They got plans to make；〃 he said。 〃You done your part； Lyra。 Now it's for John Faa and the council。〃
〃But I en't done nothing yet！〃 Lyra protested； as she followed the others reluctantly out of the hall and down the cobbled road toward the jetty。 〃All I done was run away from Mrs。 Coulter！ That's just a beginning。 I want to go north！〃
〃Tell you what；〃 said Tony； 〃I'll bring you back a walrus tooth； that's what I'll do。〃
Lyra scowled。 For his part； Pantalaimon occupied himself by making monkey faces at Tony's daemon； who closed her tawny eyes in disdain。 Lyra drifted to the jetty and hung about with her new panions； dangling lanterns on strings over the black water to attract the goggle…eyed fishes who swam slowly up to be lunged at with sharp sticks and missed。
But her mind was on John Faa and the parley room； and before long she slipped away up the cobbles again to the Zaal。 There was a light in the parley room window。 It was too high to look through； but she could hear a low rumble of voices inside。
So she walked up to the door and knocked on it firmly five times。 The voices stopped； a chair scraped across the floor； and the door opened； spilling warm naphtha light out on the damp step。
〃Yes？〃 said the man who'd opened it。
Beyond him Lyra could see the other men around the table； with bags of gold stacked neatly； and papers and pens； and glasses and a crock of jenniver。
〃I want to e north；〃 Lyra said so they could all hear it。 〃I want to e and help rescue the kids。 That's what I set out to do when I run away from Mrs。 Coulter。 And before that； even； I meant to rescue my friend Roger the kitchen boy from Jordan who was took。 I want to e and help。 I can do navigation and I can take anbaromagnetic readings off the Aurora； and I know what parts of a bear you can eat； and all kind of useful things。 You'd be sorry if you got up there and then found you needed me and found you'd left me behind。 And like that woman said； you might need women to play a part…well； you might need kids too。 You don't know。 So you oughter take me； Lord Faa； excuse me for interrupting your talk。〃
She was inside the room now； and all the men and their daemons were watching her； some with amusement and some with irritation； but she had eyes only for John Faa。 Pantalaimon sat up in her arms； his wildcat eyes blazing green。
John Faa said； 〃Lyra； there en't no question of taking you into danger； so don't delude yourself； child。 Stay here and help Ma Costa and keep safe。 That's what you got to do。〃
〃But I'm learning how to read the alethiometer； too。 It's ing clearer every day！ You're bound to need that…bound to！〃
He shook his head。
〃No；〃 he said。 〃I know your heart was set on going north； but it's my belief not even Mrs。 Coulter was going to take you。 If you want to see the North； you'll have to wait till all this trouble's over。 Now off you go。〃
Pantalaimon hissed quietly； but John Faa's daemon took off from the back of his chair and flew at them with black wings； not threateningly； but like a reminder of good manners； and Lyra turned on her heel as the crow glided over her head and wheeled back to John Faa。 The door shut behind her with a decisive click。
〃We will go；〃 she said to Pantalaimon。 〃Let 'em try to stop us。 We will！〃
NINE
THE SPIES
Over the next few days； Lyra concocted a dozen plans and dismissed them impatiently； for they all boiled down to stowing away； and how could you stow away on a narrowboat？ To be sure； the real voyage would involve a proper ship； and she knew enough stories to expect all kinds of hiding places on a full…sized vessel： the lifeboats； the hold； the bilges； whatever they were； but she'd have to get to the ship first； and leaving the fens meant traveling the gyptian way。
And even if she got to the coast on her own； she might stow away on the wrong ship。 It would be a fine thing to hide in a lifeboat and wake up on the way to High Brazil。
Meanwhile； all around her the tantalizing work of assembling the expedition was going on day and night。 She hung around Adam Stefanski； watching as he made his choice of the volunteers for the fighting force。 She pestered Roger van Poppel with suggestions about the stores they needed to take： Had he remembered snow goggles？ Did he know the best place to get arctic maps？
The man she most wanted to help was Benjamin de Ruyter； the spy。 But he had slipped away in the early hours of the morning after the second roping； and naturally no one could say where he'd gone or when he'd return。 So in default； Lyra attached herself to Farder Coram。
〃I think it'd be best if I helped you； Farder Coram；〃 she said； 〃because I probably know more about the Gobblers than anyone else； being as I was nearly one of them。 Probably you'll need me to help you understand Mr。 de Ruyter's messages。〃
He took pity on the fierce； desperate little girl and didn't send her away。 Instead he talked to her； and listened to her memories of Oxford and of Mrs。 Coulter； and watched as she read the alethiometer。
〃Where's that book with all the symbols in？〃 she asked him one day。
〃In Heidelberg；〃 he said。
〃And is there just the one？〃
〃There may be others； but that's the one I've seen。〃
〃I bet there's one in Bodley's Library in Oxford；〃 she said。
She could hardly take her eyes off Farder Coram's daemon； who was the most beautiful daemon she'd ever seen。 When Pantalaimon was a cat； he was lean and ragged and harsh； but Sophonax； for that was her name； was golden…eyed and elegant beyond measure； fully twice as large as a real cat and richly furred。 When the sunlight touched her； it lit up more shades of tawny…brown…leaf…hazel…corn…gold…autumn…mahogany than Lyra could name。 She longed to touch that fur； to rub her cheeks against it； but of course she never did； for it was the grossest breach of etiquette imaginable to touch another person's daemon。 Daemons might touch each other； of course； or fight； but the prohibition against human…daemon contact went so deep that even in battle no warrior would touch an enemy's daemon。 It was utterly forbidden。 Lyra couldn't remember having to be told that： she just knew it； as instinctively as she felt that nausea was bad and fort good。 So although she admired the fur of Sophonax and even speculated on what it might feel like； she never made the slightest move to touch her； and never would。
Sophonax was as sleek and healthy and beautiful as Farder Coram was ravaged and weak。 He might have been ill； or he might have suffered a crippling blow； but the result was that
he could not walk without leaning on two sticks； and he trembled constantly like an aspen leaf。 His mind was sharp and clear and powerful； though； and soon Lyra came to love him for his knowledge and for the firm way he directed her。
〃What's that hourglass mean； Farder Coram？〃 she asked； over the alethiometer； one sunny morning in his boat。 〃It keeps ing back to that。〃
〃There's often a clue there if you look more close。 What's that little old thing on top of it？〃
She screwed up her eyes and peered。
〃That's a skull！〃
〃So what d'you think that might mean？〃
〃Death 。 。 。 Is that death？〃
〃That's right。 So in the hourglass range of meanings you get death。 In fact； after time； which is the first one； death is the second one。〃
〃D'you know what I noticed； Farder Coram？ The needle stops there on the second go…round！ On the first round it kind of twitches； and on the second it stops。 Is that saying it's the second meaning； then？〃
〃Probably。 What are you asking it； Lyra？〃
〃I'm a thinking…〃 she stopped； surprised to find that she'd actually been asking a question without realizing it。 〃I just put three pictures together becaus