pp.thegoldencompass-第27部分

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　　One　thing　she　had　to　ask；　though。
　　〃Who　was　the　gyptian　woman　who　nursed　me　？〃
　　〃Why；　it　was　Billy　Costa's　mother；　of　course。　She　won't　have　told　you；　because　I　en't　let　her；　but　she　knows　what　we're　a　talking　of　here；　so　it's　all　out　in　the　open。
　　〃Now　you　best　be　getting　back　to　her。　You　got　plenty　to　be　a　thinking　of；　child。　When　three　days　is　gone　past；　we'll　have　another　roping　and　discuss　all　there　is　to　do。　You　be　a　good　girl。　Goodnight；　Lyra。〃
　　〃Goodnight；　Lord　Faa。　Goodnight；　Farder　Coram；〃　she　said　politely；　clutching　the　alethiometer　to　her　breast　with　one　hand　and　scooping　up　Pantalaimon　with　the　other。
　　Both　old　men　smiled　kindly　at　her。　Outside　the　door　of　the　parley　room　Ma　Costa　was　waiting；　and　as　if　nothing　had　happened　since　Lyra　was　born；　the　boat　mother　gathered　her　into　her　great　arms　and　kissed　her　before　bearing　her　off　to　bed。
　　
　　
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　　Lyra　had　to　adjust　to　her　new　sense　of　her　own　story；　and　that　couldn't　be　done　in　a　day。　To　see　Lord　Asriel　as　her　father　was　one　thing；　but　to　accept　Mrs。　Coulter　as　her　mother　was　nowhere　near　so　easy。　A　couple　of　months　ago　she　would　have　rejoiced；　of　course；　and　she　knew　that　too；　and　felt　confused。
　　But；　being　Lyra；　she　didn't　fret　about　it　for　long；　for　there　was　the　fen　town　to　explore　and　many　gyptian　children　to　amaze。　Before　the　three　days　were　up　she　was　an　expert　with　a　punt　（in　her　eyes；　at　least）　and　she'd　gathered　a　gang　of　urchins　about　her　with　tales　of　her　mighty　father；　so　unjustly　made　captive。
　　〃And　then　one　evening　the　Turkish　Ambassador　was　a　guest　at　Jordan　for　dinner。　And　he　was　under　orders　from　the　Sultan　hisself　to　kill　my　father；　right；　and　he　had　a　ring　on　his　finger　with　a　hollow　stone　full　of　poison。　And　when　the　wine　e　round　he　made　as　if　to　reach　across　my　father's　glass；　and　he　sprinkled　the　poison　in。　It　was　done　so　quick　that　no　one　else　saw　him；　but…〃
　　〃What　sort　of　poison？〃　demanded　a　thin…faced　girl。
　　〃Poison　out　of　a　special　Turkish　serpent；〃　Lyra　invented；　〃what　they　catch　by　playing　a　pipe　to　lure　out　and　then　they　throw　it　a　sponge　soaked　in　honey　and　the　serpent　bites　it　and　can't　get　his　fangs　free；　and　they　catch　it　and　milk　the　venom　out　of　it。　Anyway；　my　father　seen　what　the　Turk　done；　and　he　says；　Gentlemen；　I　want　to　propose　a　toast　of　friendship　between　Jordan　College　and　the　College　of　Izmir；　which　was　the　college　the　Turkish　Ambassador　belonged　to。　And　to　show　our　willingness　to　be　friends；　he　says；　we'll　swap　glasses　and　drink　each　other's　wine。
　　〃And　the　Ambassador　was　in　a　fix　then；　'cause　he　couldn't　refuse　to　drink　without　giving　deadly　insult；　and　he　couldn't　drink　it　because　he　knew　it　was　poisoned。　He　went　pale　and　he　fainted　right　away　at　the　table。　And　when　he　e　round　they　was　all　still　sitting　there；　waiting　and　looking　at　him。　And　then　he　had　to　either　drink　the　poison　or　own　up。〃
　　〃So　what　did　he　do？〃
　　〃He　drunk　it。　It　took　him　five　whole　minutes　to　die；　and　he　was　in　torment　all　the　time。〃
　　〃Did　you　see　it　happen？〃
　　〃No；　'cause　girls　en't　allowed　at　the　High　Table。　But　I　seen　his　body　afterwards　when　they　laid　him　out。　His　skin　was　all　withered　like　an　old　apple；　and　his　eyes　were　starting　from　his　head。　In　fact；　they　had　to　push　'em　back　in　the　sockets　。　。　。　。〃
　　And　so　on。
　　Meanwhile；　around　the　edges　of　the　fen　country；　the　police　were　knocking　at　doors；　searching　attics　and　outhouses；　inspecting　papers　and　interrogating　everyone　who　claimed　to　have　seen　a　blond　little　girl；　and　in　Oxford　the　search　was　even　fiercer。　Jordan　College　was　scoured　from　the　dustiest　boxroom　to　the　darkest　cellar；　and　so　were　Gabriel　and　St。　Michael's；　till　the　heads　of　all　the　colleges　issued　a　joint　protest　asserting　their　ancient　rights。　The　only　notion　Lyra　had　of　the　search　for　her　was　the　incessant　drone　of　the　gas　engines　of　airships　crisscrossing　the　skies。　They　weren't　visible；　because　the　clouds　were　low　and　by　statute　airships　had　to　keep　a　certain　height　above　fen　country；　but　who　knew　what　cunning　spy　devices　they　might　carry？　Best　to　keep　under　cover　when　she　heard　them；　or　wear　the　oilskin　sou'wester　over　her　bright　distinctive　hair。
　　And　she　questioned　Ma　Costa　about　every　detail　of　the　story　of　her　birth。　She　wove　the　details　into　a　mental　tapestry　even　clearer　and　sharper　than　the　stories　she　made　up；　and　lived　over　and　over　again　the　flight　from　the　cottage；　the　concealment　in　the　closet；　the　harsh…voiced　challenge；　the　clash　of　swords…
　　〃Swords？　Great　God；　girl；　you　dreaming？〃　Ma　Costa　said。　〃Mr。　Coulter　had　a　gun；　and　Lord　Asriel　knocked　it　out　his　hand　and　struck　him　down　with　one　blow。　Then　there　was　two　shots。　I　wonder　you　don't　remember；　you　ought　to；　little　as　you　were。　The　first　shot　was　Edward　Coulter；　who　reached　his　gun　and　fired；　and　the　second　was　Lord　Asriel；　who　tore　it　out　his　grasp　a　second　time　and　turned　it　on　him。　Shot　him　right　between　the　eyes　and　dashed　his　brains　out。　Then　he　says　cool　as　paint；　'e　out；　Mrs。　Costa；　and　bring　the　baby；'　because　you　were　setting　up　such　a　howl；　you　and　that　daemon　both；　and　he　took　you　up　and　dandled　you　and　sat　you　on　his　shoulders；　walking　up　and　down　in　high　good　humor　with　the　dead　man　at　his　feet；　and　called　for　wine　and　bade　me　swab　the　floor。〃
　　By　the　end　of　the　fourth　repetition　of　the　story　Lyra　was　perfectly　convinced　she　did　remember　it；　and　even　volunteered　details　of　the　color　of　Mr。　Coulter's　coat　and　the　cloaks　and　furs　hanging　in　the　closet。　Ma　Costa　laughed。
　　And　whenever　she　was　alone；　Lyra　took　out　the　alethiome…ter　and　pored　over　it　like　a　lover　with　a　picture　of　the　beloved。　So　each　image　had　several　meanings；　did　it？　Why　shouldn't　she　work　them　out？　Wasn't　she　Lord　Asriel's　daughter？
　　Remembering　what　Farder　Coram　had　said；　she　tried　to　focus　her　mind　on　three　symbols　taken　at　random；　and　clicked　the　hands　round　to　point　at　them；　and　found　that　if　she　held　the　alethiometer　just　so　in　her　palms　and　gazed　at　it　in　a　particular　lazy　way；　as　she　thought　of　it；　the　long　needle
　　would　begin　to　move　more　purposefully。　Instead　of　its　wayward　divagations　around　the　dial　it　swung　smoothly　from　one　picture　to　another。　Sometimes　it　would　pause　at　three；　sometimes　two；　sometimes　five　or　more；　and　although　she　understood　nothing　of　it；　she　gained　a　deep　calm　enjoyment　from　it；　unlike　anything　she'd　known。　Pantalaimon　would　crouch　over　the　dial；　sometimes　as　a　cat；　sometimes　as　a　mouse；　swinging　his　head　round　after　the　needle；　and　once　or　twice　the　two　of　them　shared　a　glimpse　of　meaning　that　felt　as　if　a　shaft　of　sunlight　had　struck　through　clouds　to　light　up　a　majestic　line　of　great　hills　in　the　distance…something　far　beyond；　and　never　suspected。　And　Lyra　thrilled　at　those　times　with　the　same　deep　thrill　she'd　felt　all　her　life　on　hearing　the　word　North。
　　So　the　three　days　passed；　with　much　ing　and　going　between　the　multitude　of　boats　and　the　Zaal。　And　then　came　the　evening　of　the　second　roping。　The　hall　was　more　crowded　than　before；　if　that　was　possible。　Lyra　and　the　Costas　got　there　in　time　to　sit　at　the　front；　and　as　soon　as　the　flickering　lights　showed　that　the　place　was　crammed；　John　Faa　and　Farder　Coram　came　out　on　the　platform　and　sat　behind　the　table。　John　Faa　didn't　have　to　make　a　sign　for　silence；　he　just　put　his　great　hands　flat　on　the　table　and　looked　at　the　people　below；　and　the　hubbub　died。
　　〃Well；〃　he　said；　〃you　done　what　I　asked。　And　better　than　I　hoped。　I'm　a　going　to　call　on　the　heads　of　the　six　families　now　to　e　up　here　and　give　over　their　gold　and　recount　their　promises。　Nicholas　Rokeby；　you　e　first。〃
　　A　stout　black…bearded　man　climbed　onto　the　platform　and　laid　a　heavy　leather　bag　on　the　table。
　　〃That's　our　gold；〃　he　said。　〃And　we　offer　thirty…eight　men。〃
　　〃Thank　you；　Nicholas；〃　said　John　Faa。　Farder　Coram　was　making　a　note。　The　first　man　stood　at　the　back　of　the　platform　as　John　Faa　called　for　the　next；　and　the　next；　and　each　came　up；　laid　a　bag　on　the　table；　and　announced　the　number　of　men　he　could　muster。　The　Costas　were　part　of　the　Stefanski　family；　and　naturally　Tony　had　been　one　of　the　first　to　volunteer。　Lyra　noticed　his　hawk　daemon　shifting　from　foot　to　foot　and　spread