pp.thegoldencompass-第37章
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them how useless the gate would be as a barrier； and he spoke to them from that height。
〃Well？ Who are you？〃
His voice was so deep it seemed to shake the earth。 The rank smell that came from his body was almost overpowering。
〃I'm Farder Coram； from the gyptian people of Eastern Anglia。 And this little girl is Lyra Belacqua。〃
〃What do you want？〃
〃We want to offer you employment； Iorek Byrnison。〃
〃I am employed。〃
The bear dropped on all fours again。 It was very hard to detect any expressive tones in his voice； whether of irony or anger； because it was so deep and so flat。
〃What do you do at the sledge depot？〃 Farder Coram asked。
〃I mend broken machinery and articles of iron。 I lift heavy objects。〃
〃What kind of work is that for a panserbjorn？〃
〃Paid work。〃
Behind the bear； the door of the bar opened a little way and a man put down a large earthenware jar before looking up to peer at them。
〃Who's that？〃 he said。
〃Strangers；〃 said the bear。
The bartender looked as if he was going to ask something more； but the bear lurched toward him suddenly and the man shut the door in alarm。 The bear hooked a claw through the handle of the jar and lifted it to his mouth。 Lyra could smell the tang of the raw spirits that splashed out。
After swallowing several times； the bear put the jar down and turned back to gnaw his haunch of meat； heedless of Farder Coram and Lyra； it seemed； but then he spoke again。
〃What work are you offering？〃
〃Fighting； in all probability；〃 said Farder Coram。 〃We're moving north until we find a place where they've taken some children captive。 When we find it； we'll have to fight to get the children free； and then we'll bring them back。〃
〃And what will you pay？〃
〃I don't know what to offer you； Iorek Byrnison。 If gold is desirable to you； we have gold。〃
〃No good。〃
〃What do they pay you at the sledge depot？〃
〃My keep here in meat and spirits。〃
Silence from the bear； and then he dropped the ragged bone and lifted the jar to his muzzle again； drinking the powerful spirits like water。
〃Forgive me for asking； Iorek Byrnison；〃 said Farder Coram； 〃but you could live a free proud life on the ice hunting seals and walruses； or you could go to war and win great prizes。 What ties you to Trollesund and Einarsson's Bar？〃
Lyra felt her skin shiver all over。 She would have thought a question like that； which was almost an insult； would enrage the great creature beyond reason； and she wondered at Farder Coram's courage in asking it。 Iorek Byrnison put down his jar and came close to the gate to peer at the old man's face。 Farder Coram didn't flinch。
〃I know the people you are seeking； the child cutters；〃 the bear said。 〃They left town the day before yesterday to go north with more children。 No one will tell you about them； they pretend not to see； because the child cutters bring money and business。 Now； I don't like the child cutters； so I shall answer you politely。 I stay here and drink spirits because the men here took my armor away； and without that； I can hunt seals but I can't go to war； and I am an armored bear； war is the sea I swim in and the air I breathe。 The men of this town gave me spirits and let me drink till I was asleep； and then they took my armor away from me。 If I knew where they keep it； I would tear down the town to get it back。 If you want my service； the price is this： get me back my armor。 Do that； and I shall serve you in your campaign； either until I am dead or until you have a victory。 The price is my armor。 I want it back； and then I shall never need spirits again。〃
ELEVEN
ARMOR
When they returned to the ship； Farder Coram and John Faa and the other leaders spent a long time in conference in the saloon； and Lyra went to her cabin to consult the alethiome…ter。 Within five minutes she knew exactly where the bear's armor was； and why it would be difficult to get it back。
She wondered whether to go to the saloon and tell John Faa and the others； but decided that they'd ask her if they wanted to know。 Perhaps they knew already。
She lay on her bunk thinking of that savage mighty bear； and the careless way he drank his fiery spirit； and the loneliness of him in his dirty lean…to。 How different it was to be human； with one's daemon always there to talk to！ In the silence of the still ship； without the continual creak of metal and timber or the rumble of the engine or the rush of water along the side； Lyra gradually fell asleep； with Pantalaimon on her pillow sleeping too。
She was dreaming of her great imprisoned father when suddenly； for no reason at all； she woke up。 She had no idea what time it was。 There was a faint light in the cabin that she took for moonlight； and it showed her new cold…weather furs that lay stiffly in the corner of the cabin。 No sooner did she see them than she longed to try them on again。
Once they were on； she had to go out on deck； and a minute later she opened the door at the top of the pan…ionway and stepped out。
At once she saw that something strange was happening in the sky。 She thought it was clouds； moving and trembling under a nervous agitation； but Pantalaimon whispered：
〃The Aurora！〃
Her wonder was so strong that she had to clutch the rail to keep from falling。
The sight filled the northern sky； the immensity of it was scarcely conceivable。 As if from Heaven itself； great curtains of delicate light hung and trembled。 Pale green and rose…pink； and as transparent as the most fragile fabric； and at the bottom edge a profound and fiery crimson like the fires of Hell； they swung and shimmered loosely with more grace than the most skillful dancer。 Lyra thought she could even hear them： a vast distant whispering swish。 In the evanescent delicacy she felt something as profound as she'd felt close to the bear。 She was moved by it； it was so beautiful it was almost holy； she felt tears prick her eyes； and the tears splintered the light even further into prismatic rainbows。 It wasn't long before she found herself entering the same kind of trance as when she consulted the alethiometer。 Perhaps； she thought calmly； whatever moves the alethiometer's needle is making the Aurora glow too。 It might even be Dust itself。 She thought that without noticing that she'd thought it； and she soon forgot it； and only remembered it much later。
And as she gazed； the image of a city seemed to form itself behind the veils and streams of translucent color： towers and domes； honey…colored temples and colonnades； broad boulevards and sunlit parkland。 Looking at it gave her a sense of vertigo； as if she were looking not up but down； and across a gulf so wide that nothing could ever pass over it。 It was a whole universe away。
But something was moving across it； and as she tried to focus her eyes on the movement； she felt faint and dizzy； because the little thing moving wasn't part of the Aurora or
of the other universe behind it。 It was in the sky over the roofs of the town。 When she could see it clearly； she had e fully awake and the sky city was gone。
The flying thing came closer and circled the ship on outspread wings。 Then it glided down and landed with brisk sweeps of its powerful pinions； and came to a halt on the wooden deck a few yards from Lyra。
In the Aurora's light she saw a great bird； a beautiful gray goose whose head was crowned with a flash of pure white。 And yet it wasn't a bird： it was a daemon； though there was no one in sight but Lyra herself。 The idea filled her with sickly fear。
The bird said：
〃Where is Farder Coram？〃
And suddenly Lyra realized who it must be。 This was the daemon of Serafina Pekkala； the clan queen； Farder Coram's witch friend。
She stammered to reply：
〃I…he's…I'll go and get him 。 。 。 。〃
She turned and scampered down the panionway to the cabin Farder Coram occupied； and opened the door to speak into the darkness：
〃Farder Coram！ The witch's daemon's e！ He's waiting on the deck！ He flew here all by hisself…I seen him ing in the sky…〃
The old man said； 〃Ask him to wait on the afterdeck； child。〃
The goose made his state
