pp.thegoldencompass-第63章
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t she might follow and bring something to her father。〃
〃That's how you read it； huh？〃
For the first time the witch seemed unsure。
〃That is how it seems 。 。 。 。But we can't read the darkness； Mr。 Scoresby。 It is more than possible that I might be wrong。〃
〃And what brought you into all this； if I can ask？〃
〃Whatever they were doing at Bolvangar； we felt it was wrong with all our hearts。 Lyra is their enemy； so we are her friends。 We don't see more clearly than that。 But also there is my clan's friendship for the gyptian people； which goes back to the time when Farder Coram saved my life。 We are doing this at their bidding。 And they have ties of obligation with Lord Asriel。〃
〃I see。 So you're towing the balloon to Svalbard for the gyp…tians' sake。 And does that friendship extend to towing us back again？ Or will I have to wait for a kindly wind； and depend on the indulgence of the bears in the meantime？ Once again； ma'am； I'm asking merely in a spirit of friendly enquiry。〃
〃If we can help you back to Trollesund； Mr。 Scoresby； we shall do so。 But we don't know what we shall meet on Svalbard。 The bears' new king has made many changes； the old ways are out of favor； it might be a difficult landing。 And I don't know how Lyra will find her way to her father。 Nor do I know what Iorek Byrnison has it in mind to do； except that his fate is involved with hers。〃
〃I don't know either； ma'am。 I think he's attached himself to the little girl as a kind of protector。 She helped him get his armor back； you see。 Who knows what bears feel？ But if a bear ever loved a human being； he loves her。 As for landing on Svalbard； it's never been easy。 Still； if I can call on you for a tug in the right direction； I'll feel kinda easier in my mind； and if there's anything I can do for you in return； you only have to say。 But just so as I know； would you mind telling me whose side I'm on in this invisible war？〃
〃We are both on Lyra's side。〃
〃Oh； no doubt about that。〃
They flew on。 Because of the clouds below there was no way of telling how fast they were going。 Normally； of course； a balloon remained still with respect to the wind； floating at whatever speed the air itself was moving； but now； pulled by the witches； the balloon was moving through the air instead of with it； and resisting the movement； too； because the unwieldy gas bag had none of the streamlined smoothness of a zeppelin。 As a result； the basket swung this way and that； rocking and bumping much more than on a normal flight。
Lee Scoresby wasn't concerned for his fort so much as for his instruments； and he spent some time making sure they were securely lashed to the main struts。 According to the altimeter； they were nearly ten thousand feet up。 The temperature was minus 20 degrees。 He had been colder than this； but not much； and he didn't want to get any colder now； so he unrolled the canvas sheet he used as an emergency bivouac； and spread it in front of the sleeping children to keep off the wind； before lying down back to back with his old rade in arms； Iorek Byrnison； and falling asleep。
When Lyra woke up； the moon was high in the sky； and everything in sight was silver…plated； from the roiling surface of the clouds below to the frost spears and icicles on the rigging of the balloon。
Roger was sleeping； and so were Lee Scoresby and the bear。 Beside the basket； however； the witch queen was flying steadily。
〃How far are we from Svalbard？〃 Lyra said。
〃If we meet no winds； we shall be over Svalbard in twelve hours or so。〃
〃Where are we going to land？〃
〃It depends on the weather。 We'll try to avoid the cliffs； though。 There are creatures living there who prey on anything that moves。 If we can； we'll set you down in the interior； away from lofur Raknison's palace。〃
〃What's going to happen when I find Lord Asriel？ Will he want to e back to Oxford； or what？ I don't know if I ought to tell him I know he's my father； neither。 He might want to pretend he's still my uncle。 I don't hardly know him at all。〃
〃He won't want to go back to Oxford； Lyra。 It seems that there is something to be done in another world； and Lord Asriel is the only one who can bridge the gulf between that world and this。 But he needs something to help him。〃
〃The alethiometer！〃 Lyra said。 〃The Master of Jordan gave it to me and I thought there was something he wanted to say about Lord Asriel； except he never had the chance。 I knew he didn't really want to poison him。 Is he going to read it and see how to make the bridge？ I bet I could help him。 I can probably read it as good as anyone now。〃
〃I don't know；〃 said Serafina Pekkala。 〃How he'll do it； and what his task will be； we can't tell。 There are powers who speak to us； and there are powers above them； and there are secrets even from the most high。〃
〃The alethiometer would tell me！ I could read it now 。 。 。 。〃
But it was too cold； she would never have managed to hold it。 She bundled herself up and pulled the hood tight against the chill of the wind； leaving only a slit to look through。 Far ahead； and a little below； the long rope extended from the suspension ring of the balloon； pulled by six or seven witches sitting on their cloud…pine branches。 The stars shone as bright and cold and hard as diamonds。
〃Why en't you cold； Serafina Pekkala？〃
〃We feel cold； but we don't mind it； because we will not e to harm。 And if we wrapped up against the cold； we wouldn't feel other things； like the bright tingle of the stars； or the music of the Aurora； or best of all the silky feeling of moonlight on our skin。 It's worth being cold for that。〃
〃Could I feel them？〃
〃No。 You would die if you took your furs off。 Stay wrapped up。〃
〃How long do witches live； Serafina Pekkala？ Farder Coram says hundreds of years。 But you don't look old at all。〃
〃I am three hundred years or more。 Our oldest witch mother is nearly a thousand。 One day； Yambe…Akka will e for her。 One day she'll e for me。 She is the goddess of the dead。 She es to you smiling and kindly； and you know it is time to die。〃
〃Are there men witches？ Or only women？〃
〃There are men who serve us； like the consul at Trollesund。 And there are men we take for lovers or husbands。 You are so young； Lyra； too young to understand this； but I shall tell you anyway and you'll understand it later： men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies； creatures of a brief season。 We love them； they are brave； proud； beautiful； clever； and they die almost at once。 They die so soon that our hearts are continually racked with pain。 We bear their children； who are witches if they are female； human if not； and then in the blink of an eye they are gone； felled； slain； lost。 Our sons； too。 When a little boy is growing； he thinks he is immortal。 His mother knows he isn't。 Each time bees more painful； until finally your heart is broken。 Perhaps that is when Yambe…Akka es for you。 She is older than the tundra。 Perhaps； for her； witches' lives are as brief as men's are to us。〃
〃Did you love Farder Coram？〃
〃Yes。 Does he know that？〃
〃I don't know； but I know he loves you。〃
〃When he rescued me； he was young and strong and full of pride and beauty。 I loved him at once。 I would have changed my nature； I would have forsaken the star…tingle and the music of the Aurora； I would never have flown again…I would have given all that up in a moment； without a thought； to be a gyptian boat wife and cook for him and share his bed and bear his children。 But you cannot change what you are； only what you do。 I am a witch。 He is a human。 I stayed with him for long enough to bear him a child 。 。 。 。〃
〃He never said！ Was it a girl？ A witch？〃
〃No。 A boy； and he died in the great epidemic of forty years ago； the sickness that came out of the East。 Poor little child； he flickered into life and out of it like a mayfly。 And it tore pieces out of my heart； as it always does。 It broke Coram's。 And then the call came for me to return to my own people； because Yambe…Akka had taken my mother； and I was clan queen。 So I left； as I had to。〃
〃Did you never see Farder Coram again？〃
〃Never。 I heard of his deeds； I heard ho
