； Lee Scoresby hold on to a strut and pull at a rope leading up into the gas bag itself。 He gave a sharp tug as if against some obstruction； and looked up into the buffeting dark before looping the rope around a cleat on the suspension ring。
〃I'm letting out some gas！〃 he shouted to Serafina Pekkala。 〃We'll go down。 We're way too high。〃
The witch called something in return； but again Lyra couldn't hear it。 Roger was waking too； the creaking of the basket was enough to wake the deepest sleeper； never mind the rocking and bumping。 Roger's daemon and Pantalaimon clung together like marmosets； and Lyra concentrated on lying still and not leaping up in fear。
'〃S all right；〃 Roger said； sounding much more cheerful than she was。 〃Soon's we get down we can make a fire and get warm。 I got some matches in me pocket。 I pinched 'em out the kitchen at Bolvangar。〃
The balloon was certainly descending； because they were enveloped a second later in thick freezing cloud。 Scraps and wisps of it flew through the basket； and then everything was obscured； all at once。 It was like the thickest fog Lyra had ever known。 After a moment or two there came another cry from Serafina Pekkala； and the aeronaut unlooped the rope from the cleat and let go。 It sprang upward through his hands； and even over the creak and the buffeting and the howl of wind through the rigging Lyra heard or felt a mighty thump from somewhere far above。
Lee Scoresby saw her wide eyes。
〃That's the gas valve！〃 he shouted。 〃It works on a spring to hold the gas in。 When I pull it down； some gas escapes outta the top； and we lose buoyancy and go down。〃
〃Are we nearly…〃
She didn't finish； because something hideous happened。 A creature half the size of a man； with leathery wings and hooked claws； was crawling over the side of the basket toward Lee Scoresby。 It had a flat head； with bulging eyes and a wide frog mouth； and from it came wafts of abominable stink。 Lyra had no time to scream； even； before Iorek Byrnison reached up and cuffed it away。 It fell out of the basket and vanished with a shriek。
〃Cliff…ghast；〃 said Iorek briefly。
The next moment Serafina Pekkala appeared； and clung to the side of the basket； speaking urgently。
〃The cliff…ghasts are attacking。 We'll bring the balloon to the ground； and then we must defend ourselves。 They're…〃
But Lyra didn't hear the rest of what she said； because there was a rending； ripping sound； and everything tilted sideways。 Then a terrific blow hurled the three humans against the side of the balloon where Iorek Byrnison's armor was stacked； Iorek put out a great paw to hold them in； because the basket was jolting so violently。 Serafina Pekkala had vanished。 The noise was appalling： over every other sound there came the shrieking of the cliff…ghasts； and Lyra saw them hurtling past； and smelled their foul stench。
Then there came another jerk； so sudden that it threw them all to the floor again； and the basket began to sink with frightening speed； spinning all the while。 It felt as if they had torn loose from the balloon； and were dropping unchecked by anything； and then came another series of jerks and crashes； the basket being tossed rapidly from side to side as if they were bouncing between rock walls。
The last thing Lyra saw was Lee Scoresby firing his long…barreled pistol directly in the face of a cliff…ghast； and then she shut her eyes tight； and clung to Iorek Byrnison's fur with passionate fear。 Howls； shrieks； the lash and whistle of the wind； the creak of the basket like a tormented animal； all filled the wild air with hideous noise。
Then came the biggest jolt of all； and she found herself hurled out altogether。 Her grip was torn loose； and all the breath was knocked out of her lungs as she landed in such a tangle that she couldn't tell which way was up； and her face in the tight…pulled hood was full of powder； dry； cold； crystals…
It was snow； she had landed in a snowdrift。 She was so battered that she could hardly think。 She lay quite still for several seconds before feebly spitting out the snow in her mouth； and then she blew just as feebly until there was a little space to breathe in。
Nothing seemed to be hurting in particular； she just felt utterly breathless。 Cautiously she tried to move hands； feet； arms； legs； and to raise her head。
She could see very little； because her hood was still filled with snow。 With an effort； as if her hands weighed a ton each； she brushed it off and peered out。 She saw a world of gray； of pale grays and dark grays and blacks； where fog drifts wandered like wraiths。
The only sounds she could hear were the distant cries of the cliff…ghasts； high above； and the crash of waves on rocks； some way off。
〃Iorek！〃 she cried。 Her voice was faint and shaky； and she tried again； but no one answered。 〃Roger！〃 she called； with the same result。
She might have been alone in the world； but of course she never was； and Pantalaimon crept out of her anorak as a mouse to keep her pany。
〃I've checked the alethiometer；〃 he said； 〃and it's all right。 Nothing's broken。〃
〃We're lost； Pan！〃 she said。 〃Did you see those cliff…ghasts？ And Mr。 Scoresby shooting 'em？ God help us if they e down here 。 。 。 。〃
〃We better try and find the basket；〃 he said； 〃maybe。〃
〃We better not call out；〃 she said。 〃I did just now； but maybe I better not in case they hear us。 I wish I knew where we were。〃
〃We might not like it if we did；〃 he pointed out。 〃We might be at the bottom of a cliff with no way up； and the cliff…ghasts at the top to see us when the fog clears。〃
She felt around； once she had rested a few more minutes； and found that she had landed in a gap between two ice…covered rocks。 Freezing fog covered everything； to one side there was the crash of waves about fifty yards off； by the sound of it； and from high above there still came the shrieking of the cliff…ghasts； though that seemed to be abating a little。 She could see no more than two or three yards in the murk； and even Pantalaimon's owl eyes were helpless。
She made her way painfully； slipping and sliding on the rough rocks； away from the waves and up the beach a little； and found nothing but rock and snow； and no sign of the balloon or any of the occupants。
〃They can't have all just vanished；〃 she whispered。
Pantalaimon prowled； cat…formed； a little farther afield； and came across four heavy sandbags broken open； with the scattered sand already freezing hard。
〃Ballast；〃 Lyra said。 〃He must've slung 'em off to fly up again 。 。 。 。〃
She swallowed hard to subdue the lump in her throat； or the fear in her breast； or both。
〃Oh； God； I'm frightened；〃 she said。 〃I hope they're safe。〃
He came to her arms and then； mouse…formed； crept into her hood where he couldn't be seen。 She heard a noise； something scraping on rock； and turned to see what it was。
〃Iorek！〃
But she choked the word back unfinished； for it wasn't Iorek Byrnison at all。 It was a strange bear； clad in polished armor with the dew on it frozen into frost； and with a plume in his helmet。
He stood still； about six feet away； and she thought she really was finished。
The bear opened his mouth and roared。 An echo came back from the cliffs and stirred more shrieking from far above。 Out of the fog came another bear； and another。 Lyra stood still； clenching her little human fists。
The bears didn't move until the first one said； 〃Your name？〃
〃Lyra。〃
〃Where have you e from？〃
〃The sky。〃
〃In a balloon？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃e with us。 You are a prisoner。 Move； now。 Quickly。〃
Weary and scared； Lyra began to stumble over the harsh and slippery rocks； following the bear； wondering how she could talk her way out of this。
NINETEEN
CAPTIVITY
The bears took Lyra up a gully in the cliffs； where the fog lay even more thickly than on the shore。 The cries of the cliff…ghasts and the crash of the waves grew fainter as they climbed； and presently the only sound was the ceaseless crying of seabirds。 They clambered in silence over rocks and snowdrifts； and although Lyra peered wide…eyed into the enfolding grayness；