pp.thegoldencompass-第45章
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〃Farder Coram； where is the little boy now？ Have they burned him yet？〃
〃No； Lyra； he's a lying back there。〃
〃I want to go and see him。〃
He couldn't refuse her that； for she'd seen worse than a dead body； and it might calm her。 So with Pantalaimon as a white hare bounding delicately at her side； she trudged along the line of sledges to where some men were piling brushwood。
The boy's body lay under a checkered blanket beside the path。 She knelt and lifted the blanket in her mittened hands。 One man was about to stop her； but the others shook their heads。
Pantalaimon crept close as Lyra looked down on the poor wasted face。 She slipped her hand out of the mitten and touched his eyes。 They were marble…cold； and Farder Coram had been right； poor little Tony Makarios was no different from any other human whose daemon had departed in death。 Oh； if they took Pantalaimon from her！ She swept him up and hugged him as if she meant to press him right into her heart。 And all little Tony had was his pitiful piece offish 。 。 。 。
Where was it？
She pulled the blanket down。 It was gone。
She was on her feet in a moment； and her eyes flashed fury at the men nearby。
〃Where's his fish？〃
They stopped； puzzled； unsure what she meant； though some of their daemons knew； and looked at one another。 One of the men began to grin uncertainly。
〃Don't you dare laugh！ I'll tear your lungs out if you laugh at him！ That's all he had to cling onto； just an old dried fish； that's all he had for a daemon to love and be kind to！ Who's took it from him？ Where's it gone？〃
Pantalaimon was a snarling snow leopard； just like Lord Asriel's daemon； but she didn't see that； all she saw was right and wrong。
〃Easy； Lyra；〃 said one man。 〃Easy； child。〃
〃Who's took it？〃 she flared again； and the gyptian took a step back from her passionate fury。
〃I didn't know；〃 said another man apologetically。 〃I thought it was just what he'd been eating。 I took it out his hand because I thought it was more respectful。 That's all； Lyra。〃
〃Then where is it？〃
The man said uneasily； 〃Not thinking he had a need for it； I gave it to my dogs。 I do beg your pardon。〃
〃It en't my pardon you need； it's his；〃 she said； and turned at once to kneel again； and laid her hand on the dead child's icy cheek。
Then an idea came to her； and she fumbled inside her furs。 The cold air struck through as she opened her anorak； but in a few seconds she had what she wanted； and took a gold coin from her purse before wrapping herself close again。
〃I want to borrow your knife；〃 she said to the man who'd taken the fish； and when he'd let her have it； she said to Pantalaimon： 〃What was her name？〃
He understood； of course； and said； 〃Ratter。〃
She held the coin tight in her left mittened hand and； holding the knife like a pencil； scratched the lost daemon's name deeply into the gold。
〃I hope that'll do； if I provide for you like a Jordan Scholar；〃 she whispered to the dead boy； and forced his teeth apart to slip the coin into his mouth。 It was hard； but she managed it； and managed to close his jaw again。
Then she gave the man back his knife and turned in the morning twilight to go back to Farder Coram。
He gave her a mug of soup straight off the fire； and she sipped it greedily。
〃What we going to do about them witches； Farder Coram？〃 she said。 〃I wonder if your witch was one of them。〃
〃My witch？ I wouldn't presume that far； Lyra。 They might be going anywhere。 There's all kinds of concerns that play on the life of witches； things invisible to us： mysterious sicknesses they fall prey to； which we'd shrug off； causes of war quite beyond our understanding； joys and sorrows bound up with the flowering of tiny plants up on the tundra 。 。 。 。But I wish I'd seen them a flying； Lyra。 I wish I'd been able to see a sight like that。 Now drink up all that soup。 D'you want some more？ There's some pan…bread a cooking too。 Eat up； child； because we're on our way soon。〃
The food revived Lyra； and presently the chill at her soul began to melt。 With the others； she went to watch the little half…child laid on his funeral pyre； and bowed her head and closed her eyes for John Faa's prayers； and then the men sprinkled coal spirit and set matches to it； and it was blazing in a moment。
Once they were sure he was safely burned； they set off to travel again。 It was a ghostly journey。 Snow began to fall early on； and soon the world was reduced to the gray shadows of the dogs ahead； the lurching and creaking of the sledge； the biting cold； and a swirling sea of big flakes only just darker than the sky and only just lighter than the ground。
Through it all the dogs continued to run； tails high； breath puffing steam。 North and further north they ran； while the pallid noontide came and went and the twilight wrapped itself again around the world。 They stopped to eat and drink and rest in a fold of the hills； and to get their bearings； and while John Faa talked to Lee Scoresby about the way they might best use the balloon； Lyra thought of the spy…fly； and she asked Farder Coram what had happened to the smokeleaf tin he'd trapped it in。
〃I've got it tucked away tight；〃 he said。 〃It's down in the bottom of that kit bag； but there's nothing to see； I soldered it shut on board ship； like I said I would。 I don't know what we're a going to do with it； to tell you the truth； maybe we could drop it down a fire mine； maybe that would settle it。 But you needn't worry； Lyra。 While I've got it； you're safe。〃 The first chance she had； she plunged her arm down into the stiffly frosted canvas of the kit bag and brought up the little tin。 She could feel the buzz it was making before she touched it。
While Farder Coram was talking to the other leaders； she took the tin to Iorek Byrnison and explained her idea。 It had e to her when she remembered his slicing so easily through the metal of the engine cover。
He listened； and then took the lid of a biscuit tin and deftly folded it into a small flat cylinder。 She marveled at the skill of his hands： unlike most bears； he and his kin had opposable thumb claws with which they could hold things still to work on them； and he had some innate sense of the strength and flexibility of metals which meant that he only had to lift it once or twice； flex it this way and that； and he could run a claw over it in a circle to score it for folding。 He did this now； folding the sides in and in until they stood in a raised rim and then making a lid to fit it。 At Lyra's bidding he made two： one the same size as the original smokeleaf tin； and another just big enough to contain the tin itself and a quantity of hairs and bits of moss and lichen all packed down tight to smother the noise。 When it was closed； it was the same size and shape as the alethiometer。
When that was done； she sat next to Iorek Byrnison as he gnawed a haunch of reindeer that was frozen as hard as wood。
〃Iorek；〃 she said； 〃is it hard not having a daemon？ Don't you get lonely？〃
〃Lonely？〃 he said。 〃I don't know。 They tell me this is cold。 I don't know what cold is； because I don't freeze。 So I don't know what lonely means either。 Bears are made to be solitary。〃
〃What about the Svalbard bears？〃 she said。 〃There's thousands of them； en't there？ That's what I heard。〃
He said nothing； but ripped the joint in half with a sound like a splitting log。
〃Beg pardon； Iorek；〃 she said。 〃I hope I en't offended you。 It's just that I'm curious。 See； I'm extra curious about the Svalbard bears because of my father。〃
〃Who is your father？〃
〃Lord Asriel。 And they got him captive on Svalbard； you see。 I think the Gobblers betrayed him and paid the bears to keep him in prison。〃
〃I don't know。 I am not a Svalbard bear。〃
〃I thought you was 。 。 。 。〃
〃No。 I was a Svalbard bear； but I am not now。 I was sent away as a punishment because I killed another bear。 So I was deprived of my rank and my wealth and my armor and sent out to live at the edge of the human world and fight when I could find employment at it； or work at brutal tasks and drown my memory in raw spirits。〃
〃Why did you kill the other bear？
