〃Why did you kill the other bear？〃
〃Anger。 There are ways among bears of turning away our anger with each other； but I was out of my own control。 So I killed him and I was justly punished。〃
〃And you were wealthy and high…ranking；〃 said Lyra； marveling。 〃Just like my father； Iorek！ That's just the same with him after I was born。 He killed someone too and they took all his wealth away。 That was long before he got made a prisoner on Svalbard； though。 I don't know anything about Svalbard； except it's in the farthest North 。 。 。 。Is it all covered in ice？ Can you get there over the frozen sea？〃
〃Not from this coast。 The sea is sometimes frozen south of it； sometimes not。 You would need a boat。〃
〃Or a balloon； maybe。〃
〃Or a balloon； yes； but then you would need the right wind。〃
He gnawed the reindeer haunch； and a wild notion flew into Lyra's mind as she remembered all those witches in the night sky； but she said nothing about that。 Instead she asked Iorek Byrnison about Svalbard； and listened eagerly as he told her of the slow…crawling glaciers； of the rocks and ice floes where the bright…tusked walruses lay in groups of a hundred or more； of the seas teeming with seals； of narwhals clashing their long white tusks above the icy water； of the great grim iron…bound coast； the cliffs a thousand feet and more high where the foul cliff…ghasts perched and swooped； the coal pits and the fire mines where the bearsmiths hammered out mighty sheets of iron and riveted them into armor 。 。 。
〃If they took your armor away； Iorek； where did you get this set from？〃
〃I made it myself in Nova Zembla from sky metal。 Until I did that； I was inplete。〃
〃So bears can make their own souls 。 。 。 〃 she said。 There was a great deal in the world to know。 〃Who is the king of Svalbard？〃 she went on。 〃Do bears have a king？〃
〃He is called lofur Raknison。〃
That name shook a little bell in Lyra's mind。 She'd heard it before； but where？ And not in a bear's voice； either； nor in a gyptian's。 The voice that had spoken it was a Scholar's； precise and pedantic and lazily arrogant； very much a Jordan College voice。 She tried it again in her mind。 Oh； she knew it so well！
And then she had it： the Retiring Room。 The Scholars listening to Lord Asriel。 It was the Palmerian Professor who had said something about lofur Raknison。 He'd used the word panserbj0rne； which Lyra didn't know； and she hadn't known that lofur Raknison was a bear； but what was it he'd said？ The king of Svalbard was vain； and he could be flattered。 There was something else； if only she could remember it； but so much had happened since then 。 。 。 。
〃If your father is a prisoner of the Svalbard bears；〃 said Iorek Byrnison； 〃he will not escape。 There is no wood there to make a boat。 On the other hand； if he is a nobleman； he will be treated fairly。 They will give him a house to live in and a servant to wait on him； and food and fuel。〃
〃Could the bears ever be defeated； Iorek？〃
〃No。〃
〃Or tricked； maybe？〃
He stopped gnawing and looked at her directly。 Then he said； 〃You will never defeat the armored bears。 You have seen my armor； now look at my weapons。〃
He dropped the meat and held out his paws； palm upward； for her to look at。 Each black pad was covered in horny skin an inch or more thick； and each of the claws was as long as Lyra's hand at least； and as sharp as a knife。 He let her run her hands over them wonderingly。
〃One blow will crush a seal's skull；〃 he said。 〃Or break a man's back； or tear off a limb。 And I can bite。 If you had not stopped me in Trollesund； I would have crushed that man's head like an egg。 So much for strength； now for trickery。 You cannot trick a bear。 You want to see proof？ Take a stick and fence with me。〃
Eager to try； she snapped a stick off a snow…laden bush； trimmed all the side shoots off； and swished it from side to side like a rapier。 Iorek Byrnison sat back on his haunches and waited； forepaws in his lap。 When she was ready； she faced him； but she didn't like to stab at him because he looked so peaceable。 So she flourished it； feinting to right and left； not intending to hit him at all； and he didn't move。 She did that several times； and not once did he move so much as an inch。
Finally she decided to thrust at him directly； not hard； but just to touch the stick to his stomach。 Instantly his paw reached forward and flicked the stick aside。
Surprised； she tried again； with the same result。 He moved far more quickly and surely than she did。 She tried to hit him in earnest； wielding the stick like a fencer's foil； and not once did it land on his body。 He seemed to know what she intended before she did； and when she lunged at his head； the great paw swept the stick aside harmlessly； and when she feinted； he didn't move at all。
She became exasperated； and threw herself into a furious attack； jabbing and lashing and thrusting and stabbing； and never once did she get past those paws。 They moved everywhere； precisely in time to parry； precisely at the right spot to block。
Finally she was frightened； and stopped。 She was sweating inside her furs； out of breath； exhausted； and the bear still sat impassive。 If she had had a real sword with a murderous point； he would have been quite unharmed。
〃I bet you could catch bullets；〃 she said； and threw the stick away。 〃How do you do that？〃
〃By not being human；〃 he said。 〃That's why you could never trick a bear。 We see tricks and deceit as plain as arms and legs。 We can see in a way humans have forgotten。 But you know about this； you can understand the symbol reader。〃
〃That en't the same； is it？〃 she said。 She was more nervous of the bear now than when she had seen his anger。
〃It is the same；〃 he said。 〃Adults can't read it； as I understand。 As I am to human fighters； so you are to adults with the symbol reader。〃
〃Yes； I suppose；〃 she said； puzzled and unwilling。 〃Does that mean I'll forget how to do it when I grow up？〃
〃Who knows？ I have never seen a symbol reader； nor anyone who could read them。 Perhaps you are different from others。〃 He dropped to all fours again and went on gnawing his meat。 Lyra had unfastened her furs； but now the cold was striking in again and she had to do them up。 All in all； it was a disquieting episode。 She wanted to consult the alethiome…ter there and then； but it was too cold； and besides； they were calling for her because it was time to move on。 She took the tin boxes that Iorek Byrnison had made； put the empty one back into Farder Coram's kit bag； and put the one with the spy…fly in it together with the alethiometer in the pouch at her waist。 She was glad when they were moving again。
The leaders had agreed with Lee Scoresby that when they reached the next stopping place； they would inflate his balloon and he would spy from the air。 Naturally Lyra was eager to fly with him； and naturally it was forbidden； but she rode with him on the way there and pestered him with questions。 〃Mr。 Scoresby； how would you fly to Svalbard？〃
〃You'd need a dirigible with a gas engine； something like a zeppelin； or else a good south wind。 But hell； I wouldn't dare。 Have you ever seen it？ The bleakest barest most inhospitable godforsaken dead end of nowhere。〃
〃I was just wondering； if Iorek Bymison wanted to go back 。 。 。 〃
〃He'd be killed。 Iorek's in exile。 As soon as he set foot there； they'd tear him to pieces。〃
〃How do you inflate your balloon； Mr。 Scoresby？〃
〃Two ways。 I can make hydrogen by pouring sulfuric acid onto iron filings。 You catch the gas it gives off and gradually fill the balloon like that。 The other way is to find a ground…gas vent near a fire mine。 There's a lot of gas under the ground here； and rock oil besides。 I can make gas from rock oil； if I need to； and from coal as well； it's not hard to make gas。 But the quickest way is to use ground gas。 A good vent will fill the balloon in an hour。〃
〃How many people can you carry？〃
〃Six； if I need to。〃
〃Could you carry Iorek Byrnison in his armor？〃
〃I have done。 I rescued him one time from the Tartars； when he was cut off and they were starving him out…that was in the Tungus