THIRTY-FIVE - OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY
g a ched his daemon and pulled her away from him.
But trocious. about o left and right, looking for her.
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quot;My name is Balt; said the voice.
ill and Lyra folloream into ttle, until ter.
ttle clearing in t grass and moss-covered rocks. t sting out tting ttle moving spangles and sequins of sunlig everyth gold and silver.
And it . Only trickle of tream, and tle of leaves tle curl of breeze, broke the silence.
ill put do dole rucksack. tely alone.
took off t do tream, dipping t in ter and feeling t invigorate their blood.
quot;Im ; ill said.
quot;Me too,quot; said Lyra, t, somet s quite sure was.
te some bread and casted t baking-stones, and ty and very fresh.
took one of ttle red fruits. it-beating , surned to ;ill...quot;
And sed t gently to h.
S once oo joyful to speak. ill at tremble, and o h happiness.
Like toget t, touc ogetoward eacher.
quot;Like Mary said,quot; ;you knoraigain, before sook you aold Pan...”
quot;I ; s;I ed to tell you t I must all time: I love you, ill, I love you...”
t , and face over and over again, drinking in ion t of , moist mout tasted of ttle red fruit.
Around t silence, as if all ts breath.
Balterrified.
ream and acinging, biting insect daemon, and trying to conceal umbling after them.
nt let c Fat. An angel