exactly what would happen next： he'd crush the man's skull like an egg； and there would follow a bloody fight； more deaths； and more delay； and they would never get free； with or without the bear。
Without even thinking； she darted forward and put her hand on the one vulnerable spot in the bear's armor； the gap that appeared between the helmet and the great plate over his shoulders when he bent his head； where she could see the yellow…white fur dimly between the rusty edges of metal。 She dug her fingers in； and Pantalaimon instantly flew to the same spot and became a wildcat； crouched to defend her； but Iorek Byrnison was still； and the riflemen held their fire。
〃Iorek！〃 she said in a fierce undertone。 〃Listen！ You owe me a debt； right。 Well； now you can repay it。 Do as I ask。 Don't fight these men。 Just turn around and walk away with me。 We want you； Iorek； you can't stay here。 Just e down to the harbor with me and don't even look back。 Farder Coram and Lord Faa； let them do the talking； they'll make it all right。 Leave go this man and e away with me 。 。 。 。〃
The bear slowly opened his jaws。 The sentry's head； bleeding and wet and ash…pale； fell to the ground as he fainted； and his dsmon set about calming and gentling him as the bear stepped away beside Lyra。
No one else moved。 They watched the bear turn away from his victim at the bidding of the girl with the cat daemon； and then they shuffled aside to make room as Iorek Byrnison padded heavily through the midst of them at Lyra's side and made for the harbor。
Her mind was all on him； and she didn't see the confusion behind her； the fear and the anger that rose up safely when he was gone。 She walked with him； and Pantalaimon padded ahead of them both as if to clear the way。
When they reached the harbor； Iorek Byrnison dipped his head and unfastened the helmet with a claw； letting it clang on the frozen ground。 Gyptians came out of the cafe； having sensed that something was going on； and watched in the gleam of the anbaric lights on the ship's deck as Iorek Byrnison shrugged off the rest of his armor and left it in a heap on the quayside。 Without a word to anyone he padded to the water and slipped into it without a ripple； and vanished。
〃What's happened？〃 said Tony Costa； hearing the indignant voices from the streets above； as the townsfolk and the police made their way to the harbor。
Lyra told him； as clearly as she could。
〃But where's he gone now？〃 he said。 〃He en't just left his armor on the ground？ They'll have it back； as soon's they get here！〃
Lyra was afraid they might； too； for around the corner came the first policemen； and then more； and then the sysselman and the priest and twenty or thirty onlookers； with John Faa and Farder Coram trying to keep up。
But when they saw the group on the quayside they stopped； for someone else had appeared。 Sitting on the bear's armor with one ankle resting on the opposite knee was the long…limbed form of Lee Scoresby； and in his hand was the longest pistol Lyra had ever seen； casually pointing at the ample stomach of the sysselman。
〃Seems to me you ain't taken very good care of my friend's armor；〃 he said conversationally。 〃Why； look at the rust！ And I wouldn't be surprised to find moths in it； too。 Now you just stand where you are； still and easy； and don't anybody move till the bear es back with some lubrication。 Or I guess you could all go home and read the newspaper。 'S up to you。〃
〃There he is！〃 said Tony； pointing to a ramp at the far end of the quay； where Iorek Byrnison was emerging from the water； dragging something dark with him。 Once he was up on the quayside he shook himself； sending great sheets of water flying in all directions； till his fur was standing up thickly again。 Then he bent to take the black object in his teeth once more and dragged it along to where his armor lay。 It was a dead seal。
〃Iorek；〃 said the aeronaut； standing up lazily and keeping his pistol firmly fixed on the sysselman。 〃Howdy。〃
The bear looked up and growled briefly； before ripping the seal open with one claw。 Lyra watched fascinated as he laid the skin out flat and tore off strips of blubber； which he then rubbed all over his armor； packing it carefully into the places where the plates moved over one another。
〃Are you with these people？〃 the bear said to Lee Scoresby as he worked。
〃Sure。 I guess we're both hired hands； Iorek。〃
〃Where's your balloon？〃 said Lyra to the Texan。
〃Packed away in two sledges；〃 he said。 〃Here es the boss。〃
John Faa and Farder Coram； together with the sysselman； came down the quay with four armed policemen。
〃Bear！〃 said the sysselman； in a high； harsh voice。 〃For now； you are allowed to depart in the pany of these people。 But let me tell you that if you appear within the town limits again； you will be treated mercilessly。〃
Iorek Byrnison took not the slightest notice； but continued to rub the seal blubber all over his armor； the care and attention he was paying the task reminding Lyra of her own devotion to Pantalaimon。 Just as the bear had said： the armor was his soul。 The sysselman and the policemen withdrew； and slowly the other townspeople turned and drifted away； though a few remained to watch。
John Faa put his hands to his mouth and called： 〃Gyptians！〃
They were all ready to move。 They had been itching to get under way ever since they had disembarked； the sledges were packed； the dog teams were in their traces。
John Faa said； 〃Time to move out； friends。 We're all assembled now； and the road lies open。 Mr。 Scoresby； you all a loaded？〃
〃Ready to go； Lord Faa。〃
〃And you； Iorek Byrnison？〃
〃When I am clad；〃 said the bear。
He had finished oiling the armor。 Not wanting to waste the seal meat； he lifted the carcass in his teeth and flipped it onto the back of Lee Scoresby's larger sledge before donning the armor。 It was astonishing to see how lightly he dealt with it： the sheets of metal were almost an inch thick in places； and yet he swung them round and into place as if they were silk robes。 It took him less than a minute； and this time there was no harsh scream of rust。
So in less than half an hour； the expedition was on its way northward。 Under a sky peopled with millions of stars and a glaring moon； the sledges bumped and clattered over the ruts and stones until they reached clear snow at the edge of town。 Then the sound changed to a quiet crunch of snow and creak of timber； and the dogs began to step out eagerly； and the motion became swift and smooth。
Lyra； wrapped up so thickly in the back of Farder Coram's sledge that only her eyes were exposed； whispered to Pantalaimon：
〃Can you see Iorek？〃
〃He's padding along beside Lee Scoresby's sledge；〃 the daemon replied； looking back in his ermine form as he clung to her wolverine…fur hood。
Ahead of them； over the mountains to the north； the pale arcs and loops of the Northern Lights began to glow and tremble。 Lyra saw through half…closed eyes； and felt a sleepy thrill of perfect happiness； to be speeding north under the Aurora。 Pantalaimon struggled against her sleepiness； but it was too strong； he curled up as a mouse inside her hood。 He could tell her when they woke； and it was probably a marten； or a dream； or some kind of harmless local spirit； but something was following the train of sledges； swinging lightly from branch to branch of the close…clustering pine trees； and it put him uneasily in mind of a monkey。
TWELVE
THE LOST BOY
They traveled for several hours and then stopped to eat。 While the men were lighting fires and melting snow for water； with Iorek Byrnison watching Lee Scoresby roast seal meat close by； John Faa spoke to Lyra。
〃Lyra； can you see that instrument to read it？〃 he said。
The moon itself had long set。 The light from the Aurora was brighter than moonlight； but it was inconstant。 However； Lyra's eyes were keen； and she fumbled inside her furs and tugged out the black velvet bag。
〃Yes； I can see all right；〃 she said。 〃But I know where most of the symbols are by now anyway。 What shall I ask it； Lord Faa？〃
〃I want to know more about how the