, t to look for some clotment store, syles t looked a little oldfaso ills eye, but tartan skirt and a green sleeveless blouse for Pantalaimon. So o believe ill girls did.
quot;trousers,quot; s;Im a girl. Dont be stupid.quot;
artan skirt looked unremarkable, ill beer.
quot; you doing?quot; she said.
quot;Paying. You o pay for t t;
quot;t in t t paying for a t;
quot;t not, but I do.quot;
quot;If you start beers11 get you,quot; s s know wease or wher she should be afraid of him.
In t, ill could see t of ty been repaired; er ty and grandeur about this place.
tyards filled buildings t looked like palaces, for all t teps looked as if ratizens of Cigazze preferred to patc up indefinitely.
At one point to a toanding on its otle square. It building ttlemented toories its stillness in t sun riguing, and bot drao t top of teps; but t speak of it, and t on, a bit reluctantly.
rees, old o look for a little cafe on a corner, ed metal tables on t outside. t e. It looked smaller and s, but it opped bar, te of risotto, noo smell bad in the warm air.
quot;Is it in ; she said.
quot;No. Its in t;
But took o trees, and looked around to get his bearings.
quot;I t ; ; about see t big e ;
quot;s it look like? I cant see anyt;
quot;You mistake it. It doesnt look like anyt;
up and do anywhere.
And t. c as before, on t, you could only see it at all from one side:
like t unaccountably different.
quot; is,quot; he said when he was sure.
quot;A!quot;
Sounded as o alaimon talk. o remain inside , to be a imes, will slig o spikes.
quot;Keep to one side,quot; old ;If you stand in front of it peopled just see a pair of legs, and t anyone noticing.quot;
quot;s t noise?quot;
quot;traffic. Its a part of ts bound to be busy. Get do it from ts time of day to go too many people about. But itd be o find some in t. At least once . Just duck t of t;
Stle blue rucksack t s t and in o look through.
quot;A; S;And ts your dont look like any part of Oxford. You sure you ;
quot;Course Im sure. in front of you. Go to t, and ttle fartake t goes doo t. t leads to ty center. Make sure you can see s t;
quot;Rig; s;I forget.quot;
taking o see w.
And tanding on till as a a fe beyond, and no driver, at tion, o gaze side an odd-looking bit of air, even if t, and traffic screened the far side.
t, a bang. o look.
Lyra a van ruck it from beill— ill darted ter ting out, and on ttle girl.
quot;I couldnt ! S in front,quot; said t;You oo close,quot; surning tohe van driver.
quot;Never mind t,quot; ;;
t t; to , blinking alaimon craem beside her.
quot;You all rig; ill said. quot;Move your legs and arms.quot;
quot;Stupid!quot; said t;Just ran out in front. Didnt look once. am I supposed to do?quot;
quot;You still t; said the van driver.
quot;Yea; muttered Lyra.
quot;Everyt;
quot;Move your feet and ; ill insisted.
Shing broken.
quot;S,quot; said ill. quot;Ill look after ;
quot;Dyou knoruck driver.
quot;Ser,quot; said ill. quot;Its all rig live around take ;
Lyra ting up nourned tention back to t of traffic ationary ve past, t ttle scene, as people aler. t t ougo be o limp away.
quot;ait!quot; s;Youll be nesses. I need your name and address.quot;
quot;Im Mark Ransom,quot; said ill, turning back, quot;and my sisters Lisa. e live at ty-six Bourne Close.quot;
quot;Postcode?quot;
quot;I can never remember,quot; ;Look, I to get ;
quot;; said t;and Ill take you round.quot;
quot;No, its no trouble. Itd be quicker to ;
Lyra limping badly. Srees, and turned at t corner to.
t on a low garden wall.
quot;You ?quot; ill said.
quot;Banged me leg. And w s; she said.
But s inside it, broug a tle bundle , and unfolded it. ills eyes o see ter; tiny symbols painted around ting needle, took h away.
quot;s t?quot; he said.
quot;Its my aleter. Its a truteller. A symbol reader. I ent broken....quot;
But it a;I never seen so many carts and t.quot;
quot;t ;
quot;Not so many. Not like t used to it. But Im all rig;
quot;ell, be careful from no lost or somet from tart looking for t;
o be. Finally ;All rigend youre my sister, tll be a disguise for me, because t got a sister.
And if Im o cross roads getting killed.quot;
quot;All rig; she said humbly.
quot;And money. I bet you —- around and eat and so on?quot;
quot;I money,quot; s of her purse.
ill looked at them incredulously.
quot;Is t gold? It is, isnt it? ell, t people asking questions, and no mistake. Youre just not safe. Ill give you some money. Put t of siger, and your names Lisa Ransom.quot;
quot;Lizzie. I pretended to call myself Lizzie before. I can remember t.quot;
quot;All rig forget.quot;
quot;All rig; she said peaceably.
o be painful; already it , and a dark, massive bruise ruck before, sreated, and t worried oo—suppose some police officer should become curious?
ried to put it out of off toget traffic liging just one glance back at trees. t see it at all.
It e invisible, and traffic was flowing again.
In Summertoen minutes opped in front of a bank.
quot; are you doing?quot; said Lyra.
quot;Im going to get some money. I probably better not do it too often, but t register it till t t;
o tomatic teller and tapped out o be going a ccy-pound note.
quot;Use t later,quot; ;Buy somet some cs find a bus into to;
Lyra let very quietly, cy t off in ty center next to an old stone ce a big department store, w.
quot;Its all c; s;Like ... t ent t? And t w;
No migion from t, or present sirely different building in place of the Jordan College she knew as home.
quot;t ent rig; sly, because ill old o stop pointing out so loudly t ;t Oxford.quot;
quot;ell, ,quot; he said.
prepared for Lyras streets almost identical o Jordan College, splendid of all. And no simply t Lyra of Jordan anymore; s little girl in a strange world, belonging nowhere.
quot;ell,quot; s;If it ent ;
It o take longer t, t was all.