！ You see； your daemon's a wonderful friend and panion when you're young； but at the age we call puberty； the age you're ing to very soon； darling； daemons bring all sort of troublesome thoughts and feelings； and that's what lets Dust in。 A quick little operation before that； and you're never troubled again。 And your daemon stays with you； only 。 。 。 just not connected。 Like a 。 。 。 like a wonderful pet； if you like。 The best pet in the world！ Wouldn't you like that？〃
Oh； the wicked liar； oh； the shameless untruths she was telling！ And even if Lyra hadn't known them to be lies （Tony Makarios； those caged daemons） she would have hated it with a furious passion。 Her dear soul； the daring panion of her heart； to be cut away and reduced to a little trotting pet？ Lyra nearly blazed with hatred； and Pantalaimon in her arms became a polecat； the most ugly and vicious of all his forms； and snarled。
But they said nothing。 Lyra held Pantalaimon tight and let Mrs。 Coulter stroke her hair。
〃Drink up your chamomile；〃 said Mrs。 Coulter softly。 〃We'll have them make up a bed for you in here。 There's no need to go back and share a dormitory with other girls； not now I've got my little assistant back。 My favorite！ The best assistant in the world。 D'you know； we searched all over London for you； darling？ We had the police searching every town in the land。 Oh； I missed you so much！ I can't tell you how happy I am to find you again 。 。 。 。〃
All the time； the golden monkey was prowling about restlessly； one minute perching on the table swinging his tail； the next clinging to Mrs。 Coulter and chittering softly in her ear； the next pacing the floor with tail erect。 He was betraying Mrs。 Coulter's impatience； of course； and finally she couldn't hold it in。
〃Lyra； dear；〃 she said； 〃I think that the Master of Jordan gave you something before you left。 Isn't that right？ He gave you an alethiometer。 The trouble is； it wasn't his to give。 It was left in his care。 It's really too valuable to be carried about…d'you know； it's one of only two or three in the world！ I think the Master gave it to you in the hope that it would fall into Lord Asriel's hands。 He told you not to tell me about it； didn't he？〃
Lyra twisted her mouth。
〃Yes； I can see。 Well； never mind； darling； because you didn't tell me； did you？ So you haven't broken any promises。 But listen； dear； it really ought to be properly looked after。 I'm afraid it's so rare and delicate that we can't let it be at risk any longer。〃
〃Why shouldn't Lord Asriel have it？〃 Lyra said； not moving。
〃Because of what he's doing。 You know he's been sent away to exile； because he's got something dangerous and wicked in mind。 He needs the alethiometer to finish his plan； but believe me； dear； the last thing anyone should do is let him have it。 The Master of Jordan was sadly mistaken。 But now that you know； it really would be better to let me have it； wouldn't it？ It would save you the trouble of carrying it around； and all the worry of looking after it…and really it must have been such a puzzle； wondering what a silly old thing like that was any good for 。 。 。 。〃
Lyra wondered how she had ever； ever； ever found this woman to be so fascinating and clever。
〃So if you've got it now； dear； you'd really better let me have it to look after。 It's in that belt around your waist； isn't it？ Yes； that was a clever thing to do； putting it away like this 。 。 。 。〃
Her hands were at Lyra's skirt； and then she was unfastening the stiff oilcloth。 Lyra tensed herself。 The golden monkey was crouching at the end of the bed； trembling with anticipation； little black hands to his mouth。 Mrs。 Coulter pulled the belt away from Lyra's waist and unbuttoned the pouch。 She was breathing fast。 She took out the black velvet cloth and unfolded it； finding the tin box Iorek Byrnison had made。
Pantalaimon was a cat again； tensed to spring。 Lyra drew her legs up away from Mrs。 Coulter； and swung them down to the floor so that she too could run when the time came。
〃What's this？〃 said Mrs。 Coulter； as if amused。 〃What a funny old tin！ Did you put it in here to keep it safe； dear？ All this moss 。 。 。 You have been careful； haven't you？ Another tin； inside the first one！ And soldered！ Who did this； dear？〃
She was too intent on opening it to wait for an answer。 She had a knife in her handbag with a lot of different attachments； and she pulled out a blade and dug it under the lid。
At once a furious buzzing filled the room。
Lyra and Pantalaimon held themselves still。 Mrs。 Coulter； puzzled； curious； pulled at the lid； and the golden monkey bent close to look。
Then in a dazzling moment the black form of the spy…fly hurtled out of the tin and crashed hard into the monkey's face。
He screamed and flung himself backward； and of course it was hurting Mrs。 Coulter too； and she cried out in pain and fright with the monkey； and then the little clockwork devil swarmed upward at her； up her breast and throat toward her face。
Lyra didn't hesitate。 Pantalaimon sprang for the door and she was after him at once； and she tore it open and raced away faster than she had ever run in her life。
〃Fire alarm！〃 Pantalaimon shrieked； as he flew ahead of her。
She saw a button on the next corner； and smashed the glass with her desperate fist。 She ran on； heading toward the dormitories； smashed another alarm and another； and then people began to e out into the corridor； looking up and down for the fire。
By this time she was near the kitchen； and Pantalaimon flashed a thought into her mind； and she darted in。 A moment later she had turned on all the gas taps and flung a match at the nearest burner。 Then she dragged a bag of flour from a shelf and hurled it at the edge of a table so it burst and filled the air with white； because she had heard that flour will explode if it's treated like that near a flame。
Then she ran out and on as fast as she could toward her own dormitory。 The corridors were full now： children running this way and that； vivid with excitement； for the word escape had got around。 The oldest were making for the storerooms where the clothing was kept； and herding the younger ones with them。 Adults were trying to control it all； and none of them knew what was happening。 Shouting； pushing； crying； jostling people were everywhere。
Through it all Lyra and Pantalaimon darted like fish； making always for the dormitory； and just as they reached it； there was a dull explosion from behind that shook the building。
The other girls had fled： the room was empty。 Lyra dragged the locker to the corner； jumped up； hauled the furs out of the ceiling； felt for the alethiometer。 It was still there。 She tugged the furs on quickly； pulling the hood forward； and then Pantalaimon； a sparrow at the door； called：
〃Now！〃
She ran out。 By luck a group of children who'd already found some cold…weather clothing were racing down the corridor toward the main entrance； and she joined them； sweating； her heart thumping； knowing that she had to escape or die。
The way was blocked。 The fire in the kitchen had taken quickly； and whether it was the flour or the gas； something had brought down part of the roof。 People were clambering over twisted struts and girders to get up to the bitter cold air。 The smell of gas was strong。 Then came another explosion； louder than the first and closer。 The blast knocked several people over； and cries of fear and pain filled the air。
Lyra struggled up； and with Pantalaimon calling； 〃This way！ This way！〃 among the other daemon…cries and flutter…ings； she hauled herself over the rubble。 The air she was breathing was frozen； and she hoped that the children had managed to find their outdoor clothing； it would be a fine thing to escape from the station only to die of cold。
There really was a blaze now。 When she got out onto the roof under the night sky； she could see flames licking at the edges of a great hole in the side of the building。 There was a throng of children and adults by the main entrance； but this time the adults were more agitated and the children more fearful： much more fearful。
〃Roger！ Roger！〃 Lyra called； and Pantala