he'd never seen any before。
The two men stood by the window and watched as she kicked her way through the snow； Pantalaimon bouncing beside her as a hare； to stand in front of the wooden shed； head down； manipulating the alethiometer。 After a few seconds she reached forward and unhesitatingly picked out one of the many sprays of pine and held it up。
Dr。 Lanselius nodded。
Lyra； intrigued and eager to fly； held it above her head and jumped； and ran about in the snow trying to be a witch。 The consul turned to Farder Coram and said： 〃Do you realize who this child is？〃
〃She's the daughter of Lord Asriel；〃 said Farder Coram。
〃And her mother is Mrs。 Coulter； of the Oblation Board。〃
〃And apart from that？〃
The old gyptian had to shake his head。 〃No；〃 he said； 〃I don't know any more。 But she's a strange innocent creature； and I wouldn't have her harmed for the world。 How she es to read that instrument I couldn't guess； but I believe her when she talks of it。 Why； Dr。 Lanselius？ What do you know about her？〃
〃The witches have talked about this child for centuries past；〃 said the consul。 〃Because they live so close to the place where the veil between the worlds is thin； they hear immortal whispers from time to time； in the voices of those beings who pass between the worlds。 And they have spoken of a child such as this； who has a great destiny that can only be fulfilled elsewhere…not in this world； but far beyond。 Without this child； we shall all die。 So the witches say。 But she must fulfill this destiny in ignorance of what she is doing； because only in her ignorance can we be saved。 Do you understand that； Farder Coram？〃
〃No；〃 said Farder Coram； 〃I'm unable to say that I do。〃
〃What it means is that she must be free to make mistakes。 We must hope that she does not； but we can't guide her。 I am glad to have seen this child before I die。〃
〃But how did you recognize her as being that particular child？ And what did you mean about the beings who pass between the worlds？ I'm at a loss to understand you； Dr。 Lanselius； for all that I judge you're an honest man 。 。 。 。〃
But before the consul could answer； the door opened and Lyra came in bearing a little branch of pine。
〃This is the one！〃 she said。 〃I tested 'em all； and this is it； I'm sure。 But it won't fly for me。〃
The consul said； 〃Well； Lyra； that is remarkable。 You are lucky to have an instrument like that； and I wish you well with it。 I would like to give you something to take away with you 。 。 。 。〃
He took the spray and broke off a twig for her。
〃Did she really fly with this？〃 Lyra said。
〃Yes； she did。 But then she is a witch； and you are not。 I can't give you all of it； because I need it to contact her； but this will be enough。 Look after it。〃
〃Yes； I will；〃 she said。 〃Thank you。〃
And she tucked it into her purse beside the alethiometer。 Farder Coram touched the spray of pine as if for luck； and on his face was an expression Lyra had never seen before： almost a longing。 The consul showed them to the door； where he shook hands with Farder Coram； and shook Lyra's hand too。
〃I hope you find success；〃 he said； and stood on his doorstep in the piercing cold to watch them up the little street。
〃He knew the answer about the Tartars before I did；〃 Lyra told Farder Coram。 〃The alethiometer told me； but I never said。 It was the crucible。〃
〃I expect he was testing you； child。 But you done right to be polite； being as we can't be sure what he knows already。 And that was a useful tip about the bear。 I don't know how we would a heard otherwise。〃
They found their way to the depot； which was a couple of concrete warehouses in a scrubby area of waste ground where thin weeds grew between gray rocks and pools of icy mud。 A surly man in an office told them that they could find the bear off duty at six； but they'd have to be quick； because he usually went straight to the yard behind Einarsson's Bar； where they gave him drink。
Then Farder Coram took Lyra to the best outfitter's in town and bought her some proper cold…weather clothing。 They bought a parka made of reindeer skin； because reindeer hair is hollow and insulates well； and the hood was lined with wolverine fur； because that sheds the ice that forms when you breathe。 They bought underclothing and boot liners of reindeer calf skin； and silk gloves to go inside big fur mittens。 The boots and mittens were made of skin from the reindeer's forelegs； because that is extra tough； and the boots were soled with the skin of the bearded seal； which is as tough as walrus hide； but lighter。 Finally they bought a waterproof cape that enveloped her pletely； made of semitransparent seal intestine。
With all that on； and a silk muffler around her neck and a woollen cap over her ears and the big hood pulled forward； she was unfortably warm； but they were going to much colder regions than this。
John Faa had been supervising the unloading of the ship； and was keen to hear about the witch consul's words； and even keener to learn of the bear。
〃We'll go to him this very evening；〃 he said。 〃Have you ever spoken to such a creature； Farder Coram？〃
〃Yes； I have； and fought one； too； though not by myself； thank God。 We must be ready to treat with him； John。 He'll ask a lot； I've no doubt； and be surly and difficult to manage； but we must have him。〃
〃Oh； we must。 And what of your witch？〃
〃Well； she's a long way off； and a clan queen now；〃 said Farder Coram。 〃I did hope it might be possible for a message to reach her； but it would take too long to wait for a reply。〃
〃Ah； well。 Now let me tell you what I've found； old friend。〃 For John Faa had been fidgeting with impatience to tell them something。 He had met a prospector on the quayside； a New Dane from the country of Texas； and this man had a balloon； of all things。 The expedition he'd been hoping to join had failed for lack of funds even before it had left Amsterdam； so he was stranded。
〃Think what we might do with the help of an aeronaut； Farder Coram！〃 said John Faa； rubbing his great hands together。 〃I've engaged him to sign up with us。 Seems to me we struck lucky a ing here。〃
〃Luckier still if we had a clear idea of where we were going；〃 said Farder Coram； but nothing could damp John Faa's pleasure in being on campaign once more。
After darkness had fallen； and when the stores and equipment had all been safely unloaded and stood in waiting on the quay； Farder Coram and Lyra walked along the waterfront and looked for Einarsson's Bar。 They found it easily enough： a crude concrete shed with a red neon sign flashing irregularly over the door and the sound of loud voices through the condensation…frosted windows。
A pitted alley beside it led to a sheet…metal gate into a rear yard； where a lean…to shed stood crazily over a floor of frozen mud。 Dim yellow light through the rear window of the bar showed a vast pale form crouching upright and gnawing at a haunch of meat which it held in both hands。 Lyra had an impression of bloodstained muzzle and face； small malevolent black eyes； and an immensity of dirty matted yellowish fur。 As it gnawed； hideous growling； crunching； sucking noises came from it。
Farder Coram stood by the gate and called：
〃Iorek Byrnison！〃
The bear stopped eating。 As far as they could tell； he was looking at them directly； but it was impossible to read any expression on his face。
〃Iorek Byrnison；〃 said Farder Coram again。 〃May I speak to you？〃
Lyra's heart was thumping hard； because something in the bear's presence made her feel close to coldness； danger； brutal power； but a power controlled by intelligence； and not a human intelligence； nothing like a human； because of course bears had no daemons。 This strange hulking presence gnawing its meat was like nothing she had ever imagined； and she felt a profound admiration and pity for the lonely creature。
He dropped the reindeer leg in the dirt and slumped on all fours to the gate。 Then he reared up massively； ten feet or more high； as if to show how mighty he was； to remind them how useless the gate would be as a barrier； and he spoke to them from that height。
〃Well？