ttering above the high…walled courtyard。 The guard conferred with another bear； who came to speak to her。
〃You cannot see lofur Raknison when you please；〃 he said。 〃You have to wait till he wants to see you。〃
〃But this is urgent； what I've got to tell him；〃 she said。 〃It's about Iorek Byrnison。 I'm sure His Majesty would want to know it； but all the same I can't tell it to anyone else； don't you see？ It wouldn't be polite。 He'd be ever so cross if he knew we hadn't been polite。〃
That seemed to carry some weight； or else to mystify the bear sufficiently to make him pause。 Lyra was sure her interpretation of things was right： lofur Raknison was introducing so many new ways that none of the bears was certain yet how to behave； and she could exploit this uncertainty in order to get to lofur。
So that bear retreated to consult the bear above him； and before long Lyra was ushered inside the palace again； but into the state quarters this time。 It was no cleaner here； and in fact the air was even harder to breathe than in the cell； because all the natural stinks had been overlaid by a heavy layer of cloying perfume。 She was made to wait in a corridor； then in an anteroom； then outside a large door； while bears discussed and argued and scurried back and forth； and she had time to look around at the preposterous decoration： the walls were rich with gilt plasterwork； some of which was already peeling off or crumbling with damp； and the florid carpets were trodden with filth。
Finally the large door was opened from the inside。 A blaze of light from half a dozen chandeliers； a crimson carpet； and more of that thick perfume hanging in the air； and the faces of a dozen or more bears； all gazing at her； none in armor but each with some kind of decoration： a golden necklace； a headdress of purple feathers； a crimson sash。 Curiously； the room was also occupied by birds； terns and skuas perched on the plaster cornice； and swooped low to snatch at bits of fish that had fallen out of one another's nests in the chandeliers。
And on a dais at the far end of the room； a mighty throne reared up high。 It was made of granite for strength and mas…siveness； but like so many other things in lofur's palace； it was decorated with overelaborate swags and festoons of gilt that looked like tinsel on a mountainside。
Sitting on the throne was the biggest bear she had ever seen。 lofur Raknison was even taller and bulkier than Iorek； and his face was much more mobile and expressive； with a kind of humanness in it which she had never seen in Iorek's。 When lofur looked at her； she seemed to see a man looking out of his eyes； the sort of man she had met at Mrs。 Coulter's； a subtle politician used to power。 He was wearing a heavy gold chain around his neck； with a gaudy jewel hanging from it； and his claws…a good six inches long…were each covered in gold leaf。 The effect was one of enormous strength and energy and craft； he was quite big enough to carry the absurd overdecoration； on him it didn't look preposterous； it looked barbaric and magnificent。
She quailed。 Suddenly her idea seemed too feeble for words。
But she moved a little closer； because she had to； and then she saw that lofur was holding something on his knee； as a human might let a cat sit there…or a daemon。
It was a big stuffed doll； a manikin with a vacant stupid human face。 It was dressed as Mrs。 Coulter would dress； and it had a sort of rough resemblance to her。 He was pretending he had a daemon。 Then she knew she was safe。
She moved up close to the throne and bowed very low； with Pantalaimon keeping quiet and still in her pocket。
〃Our greetings to you； great King；〃 she said quietly。 〃Or I mean my greetings； not his。〃
〃Not whose？〃 he said； and his voice was lighter than she had thought it would be； but full of expressive tones and subtleties。 When he spoke； he waved a paw in front of his mouth to dislodge the flies that clustered there。
〃Iorek Byrnison's； Your Majesty；〃 she said。 〃I've got something very important and secret to tell you； and I think I ought to tell you in private； really。〃
〃Something about Iorek Byrnison？〃
She came close to him； stepping carefully over the bird…spattered floor； and brushed away the flies buzzing at her face。
〃Something about daemons；〃 she said； so that only he could hear。
His expression changed。 She couldn't read what it was saying； but there was no doubt that he was powerfully interested。 Suddenly he lumbered forward off the throne； making her skip aside； and roared an order to the other bears。 They all bowed their heads and backed out toward the door。 The birds； which had risen in a flurry at his roar； squawked and swooped around overhead before settling again on their nests。
When the throne room was empty but for lofur Raknison and Lyra； he turned to her eagerly。
〃Well？〃 he said。 〃Tell me who you are。 What is this about daemons？〃
〃I am a daemon； Your Majesty；〃 she said。
He stopped still。
〃Whose？〃 he said。
〃Iorek Byrnison's；〃 was her answer。
It was the most dangerous thing she had ever said。 She could see quite clearly that only his astonishment prevented him from killing her at once。 She went on：
〃Please； Your Majesty； let me tell you all about it first before you harm me。 I've e here at my own risk； as you can see； and there's nothing I've got that could hurt you。 In fact； I want to help you； that's why I've e。 Iorek Byrnison was the first bear to get a daemon； but it should have been you。 I would much rather be your daemon than his； that's why I came。〃
〃How？〃 he said； breathlessly。 〃How has a bear got a daemon？ And why him？ And how are you so far from him？〃 The flies left his mouth like tiny words。 〃That's easy。 I can go far from him because I'm like a witch's daemon。 You know how they can go hundreds of miles from their humans？ It's like that。 And as for how he got me； it was at Bolvangar。 You've heard of Bolvangar； because Mrs。 Coulter must have told you about it； but she probably didn't tell you everything they were doing there。〃
〃Cutting 。 。 。 〃 he said。
〃Yes； cutting； that's part of it； intercision。 But they're doing all kinds of other things too； like making artificial daemons。 And experimenting on animals。 When Iorek Byrnison heard about it； he offered himself for an experiment to see if they could make a daemon for him； and they did。 It was me。 My name is Lyra。 Just like when people have daemons； they're animal…formed； so when a bear has a daemon； it'll be human。 And I'm his daemon。 I can see into his mind and know exactly what he's doing and where he is and…〃
〃Where is he now？〃
〃On Svalbard。 He's ing this way as fast as he can。〃
〃Why？ What does he want？ He must be mad！ We'll tear him to pieces！〃
〃He wants me。 He's ing to get me back。 But I don't want to be his daemon； lofur Raknison； I want to be yours。 Because once they saw how powerful a bear was with a daemon； the people at Bolvangar decided not to do that experiment ever again。 Iorek Byrnison was going to be the only bear who ever had a daemon。 And with me helping him； he could lead all the bears against you。 That's what he's e to Svalbard for。〃
The bear…king roared his anger。 He roared so loudly that the crystal in the chandeliers tinkled； and every bird in the great room shrieked； and Lyra's ears rang。
But she was equal to it。
〃That's why I love you best；〃 she said to lofur Raknison； 〃because you're passionate and strong as well as clever。 And I just had to leave him and e and tell you； because I don't want him ruling the bears。 It ought to be you。 And there is a way of taking me away from him and making me your daemon； but you wouldn't know what it was unless I told you； and you might do the usual thing about fighting bears like him that've been outcast； I mean； not fight him properly； but kill him with fire hurlers or something。 And if you did that； I'd just go out like a light and die with him。〃
〃But you…how can…〃
〃I can bee your daemon；〃 she said； 〃but only if you defeat Iorek Byrnison in single bat。 Then his strength will flow into you； and my mind will flow into yours； and we'll be like one person； thinking each other