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〃I've sent for the physician； Farder Coram；〃 said the woman shakily。 〃Please don't agitate him。 He's in an agony of pain。 He e in off Peter Hawker's boat just a few minutes ago。〃
〃Where's Peter now？〃
〃He's a tying up。 It was him said I had to send for you。〃
〃Quite right。 Now； Jacob； can ye hear me？〃
Jacob's eyes rolled to look at Farder Coram sitting on the opposite bunk； a foot or two away。
〃Hello； Farder Coram；〃 he murmured。
Lyra looked at his daemon。 She was a ferret； and she lay very still beside his head； curled up but not asleep； for her eyes were open and glazed like his。
〃What happened？〃 said Farder Coram。
〃Benjamin's dead；〃 came the answer。 〃He's dead； and Gerard's captured。〃
His voice was hoarse and his breath was shallow。 When he stopped speaking； his daemon uncurled painfully and licked his cheek； and taking strength from that he went on：
〃We was breaking into the Ministry of Theology； because Benjamin had heard from one of the Gobblers we caught that the headquarters was there； that's where all the orders was ing from 。 。 。 。〃
He stopped again。
〃You captured some Gobblers？〃 said Farder Coram。
Jacob nodded； and cast his eyes at his daemon。 It was unusual for daemons to speak to humans other than their own； but it happened sometimes； and she spoke now。
〃We caught three Gobblers in Clerkenwell and made them tell us who they were working for and where the orders came from and so on。 They didn't know where the kids were being taken； except it was north to Lapland 。 。 。 。〃
She had to stop and pant briefly； her little chest fluttering； before she could go on。
〃And so them Gobblers told us about the Ministry of Theology and Lord Boreal。 Benjamin said him and Gerard Hook should break into the Ministry and Frans Broekman and Tom Mendham should go and find out about Lord Boreal。〃
〃Did they do that？〃
〃We don't know。 They never came back。 Farder Coram； it were like everything we did； they knew about before we did it； and for all we know Frans and Tom were swallowed alive as soon as they got near Lord Boreal。〃
〃e back to Benjamin；〃 said Farder Coram； hearing Jacob's breathing getting harsher and seeing his eyes close in pain。
Jacob's daemon gave a little mew of anxiety and love； and the woman took a step or two closer； her hands to her mouth； but she didn't speak； and the daemon went on faintly：
〃Benjamin and Gerard and us went to the Ministry at White Hall and found a little side door； it not being fiercely guarded； and we stayed on watch outside while they unfastened the lock and went in。 They hadn't been in but a minute when we heard a cry of fear； and Benjamin's daemon came a flying out and beckoned to us for help and flew in again； and we took our knife and ran in after her； only the place was dark； and full of wild forms and sounds that were confusing in their frightful movements； and we cast about； but there was a motion above； and a fearful cry； and Benjamin and his daemon fell from a high staircase above us； his daemon a tugging and a fluttering to hold him up； but all in vain； for they crashed on the stone floor and both perished in a moment。
〃And we couldn't see anything of Gerard； but there was a howl from above in his voice and we were too terrified and stunned to move； and then an arrow shot down at our shoulder and pierced deep down within 。 。 。 。〃
The daemon's voice was fainter； and a groan came from the wounded man。 Farder Coram leaned forward and gently pulled back the counterpane； and there protruding from Jacob's shoulder was the feathered end of an arrow in a mass of clotted blood。 The shaft and the head were so deep in the poor man's chest that only six inches or so remained above the skin。 Lyra felt faint。
There was the sound of feet and voices outside on the jetty。
Farder Coram sat up and said； 〃Here's the physician； Jacob。 We'll leave you now。 We'll have a longer talk when you're feeling better。〃
He clasped the woman's shoulder on the way out。 Lyra stuck close to him on the jetty； because there was a crowd gathering already； whispering and pointing。 Farder Coram gave orders for Peter Hawker to go at once to John Faa； and then said：
〃Lyra； as soon as we know whether Jacob's going to live or die； we must have another talk about that alethiometer。 You go and occupy yourself elsewhere； child； we'll send for you。〃
Lyra wandered away on her own； and went to the reedy bank to sit and throw mud into the water。 She knew one thing： she was not pleased or proud to be able to read the alethiometer… she was afraid。 Whatever power was making that needle swing and stop； it knew things like an intelligent being。
〃I reckon it's a spirit；〃 Lyra said； and for a moment she was tempted to throw the little thing into the middle of the fen。
〃I'd see a spirit if there was one in there；〃 said Pantalaimon。 〃Like that old ghost in Godstow。 I saw that when you didn't。〃
〃There's more than one kind of spirit；〃 said Lyra reprovingly。 〃You can't see all of 'em。 Anyway； what about those old dead Scholars without their heads？ I saw them； remember。〃
〃That was only a night…ghast。〃
〃It was not。 They were proper spirits all right； and you know it。 But whatever spirits's moving this blooming needle en't that sort of spirit。〃
〃It might not be a spirit；〃 said Pantalaimon stubbornly。
〃Well； what else could it be？〃
〃It might be 。 。 。 it might be elementary particles。〃 She scoffed。
〃It could be！〃 he insisted。 〃You remember that photomill they got at Gabriel？ Well； then。〃
At Gabriel College there was a very holy object kept on the high altar of the oratory； covered （now Lyra thought about it） with a black velvet cloth； like the one around the alethiometer。 She had seen it when she acpanied the Librarian of Jordan to a service there。 At the height of the invocation the Intercessor lifted the cloth to reveal in the dimness a glass dome inside which there was something too distant to see； until he pulled a string attached to a shutter above； letting a ray of sunlight through to strike the dome exactly。 Then it became clear： a little thing like a weathervane； with four sails black on one side and white on the other； that began to whirl around as the light struck it。 It illustrated a moral lesson； the Intercessor explained； and went on to explain what that was。 Five minutes later Lyra had forgotten the moral； but she hadn't forgotten the little whirling vanes in the ray of dusty light。 They were delightful whatever they meant； and all done by the power of photons； said the Librarian as they walked home to Jordan。
So perhaps Pantalaimon was right。 If elementary particles could push a photomill around； no doubt they could make light work of a needle； but it still troubled her。
〃Lyra！ Lyra！〃
It was Tony Costa； waving to her from the jetty。
〃e over here；〃 he called。 〃You got to go and see John Faa at the Zaal。 Run； gal； it's urgent。〃
She found John Faa with Farder Coram and the other leaders； looking troubled。
John Faa spoke：
〃Lyra； child； Farder Coram has told me about your reading of that instrument。 And I'm sorry to say that poor Jacob has just died。 I think we're going to have to take you with us after all； against my inclinations。 I'm troubled in my mind about it； but there don't seem to be any alternative。 As soon as Jacob's buried according to custom； we'll take our way。 You understand me； Lyra： you're a ing too； but it en't an occasion for joy or jubilation。 There's trouble and danger ahead for all of us。
〃I'm a putting you under Farder Coram's wing。 Don't you be a trouble or a hazard to him； or you'll be a feeling the force of my wrath。 Now cut along and explain to Ma Costa； and hold yourself in readiness to leave。〃
The next two weeks passed more busily than any time of Lyra's life so far。 Busily； but not quickly； for there were tedious stretches of waiting； of hiding in damp crabbed closets； of watching a dismal rain…soaked autumn landscape roll past the window； of hiding again； of sleeping near the gas fumes of the engine and waking with a sick headache； and worst of all； of never once being allowed out into the air to run along the bank or clamber over the deck or haul at the lock gates or catch a mooring rope thrown from the lockside。
Because； of course； she had to remain hidden。 Tony Costa told her of the gossip in the waterside pubs： that there was a hunt the length of the kingdom for a little fair…haired girl； with a big reward for her discovery and severe punishment for anyone concealing her。 There were strange rumors too： people said she was the only child to have escaped from the Gobblers； and she had terrible secrets in her possession。 Another rumor said she wasn't a human child at all but a pair of spirits in the form of child and daemon； sent to this world by the infernal powers in order to work great ruin； and yet another rumor said it was no child but a fully grown human； shrunk by magic and in the pay of the Tartars； e to spy on good English people and prepare the way for a Tartar invasion。
Lyra heard these tales at first with glee and later with despondency。 All those people hating and fearin