pp.thegoldencompass-第60部分
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〃Yeah；〃 Lyra said。 〃I never thought I'd ever see anyone without their daemon。 But on the way here； we found this boy on his own without any daemon。 He kept asking for her； where she was； would she ever find him。 He was called Tony Makarios。〃
〃I know him！〃 said someone； and others joined in： 〃Yeah； they took him away about a week back 。 。 。 。〃
〃Well； they cut his daemon away；〃 said Lyra； knowing how it would affect them。 〃And a little bit after we found him； he died。 And all the daemons they cut away； they kept them in cages in a square building back there。〃
〃It's true；〃 said Roger。 〃And Lyra let 'em out during the fire drill。〃
〃Yeah； I seen 〃em！〃 said Billy Costa。 〃I didn't know what they was at first； but I seen 'em fly away with that goose。〃
〃But why do they do it？〃 demanded one boy。 〃Why do they cut people's daemons away？ That's torture！ Why do they do it？〃
〃Dust；〃 suggested someone doubtfully。
But the boy laughed in scorn。 〃Dust！〃 he said。 〃There en't no such thing！ They just made that up！ I don't believe in it。〃
〃Here；〃 said someone else； 〃look what's happening to the zeppelin！〃
They all looked back。 Beyond the dazzle of lights； where the fight was still continuing； the great length of the airship was not floating freely at the mooring mast any longer； the free end was drooping downward； and beyond it was rising a globe of…
〃Lee Scoresby's balloon！〃 Lyra cried； and clapped her mit…tened hands with delight。
The other children were baffled。 Lyra herded them onward； wondering how the aeronaut had got his balloon that far。 It was clear what he was doing； and what a good idea； to fill his balloon with the gas out of theirs； to escape by the same means that crippled their pursuit！
〃e on； keep moving； else you'll freeze；〃 she said； for some of the children were shivering and moaning from the cold； and their daemons were crying too in high thin voices。 Pantalaimon found this irritating； and as a wolverine he snapped at one girl's squirrel daemon who was just lying across her shoulder whimpering faintly。
〃Get in her coat！ Make yourself big and warm her up！〃 he snarled； and the girl's daemon； frightened； crept inside her coal…silk anorak at once。
The trouble was that coal silk wasn't as warm as proper fur； no matter how much it was padded out with hollow coal…silk fibers。 Some of the children looked like walking puffballs； they were so bulky； but their gear had been made in factories and laboratories far away from the cold； and it couldn't really cope。 Lyra's furs looked ragged and they stank； but they kept the warmth in。
〃If we don't find the gyptians soon； they en't going to last；〃 she whispered to Pantalaimon。
〃Keep 'em moving then；〃 he whispered back。 〃If they lie down； they're finished。 You know what Farder Coram said 。 。 。 。〃
Farder Coram had told her many tales of his own journeys in the North； and so had Mrs。 Coulter…always supposing that hers were true。 But they were both quite clear about one point； which was that you must keep going。
〃How far we gotta go？〃 said a little boy。
〃She's just making us walk out here to kill us；〃 said a girl。
〃Rather be out here than back there；〃 someone said。
〃I wouldn't！ It's warm back in the station。 There's food and hot drinks and everything。〃
〃But it's all on fire！〃
〃What we going to do out here？ I bet we starve to death 。 。 。 。〃
Lyra's mind was full of dark questions that flew around like witches； swift and untouchable； and somewhere； just beyond where she could reach； there was a glory and a thrill which she didn't understand at all。
But it gave her a surge of strength； and she hauled one girl up out of a snowdrift； and shoved at a boy who was dawdling； and called to them all： 〃Keep going！ Follow the bear's tracks！ He e up with the gyptians； so the tracks'll lead us to where they are！ Just keep walking！〃
Big flakes of snow were beginning to fall。 Soon it would have covered Iorek Byrnison's tracks altogether。 Now that they were out of sight of the lights of Bolvangar； and the blaze of the fire was only a faint glow； the only light came from the faint radiance of the snow…covered ground。 Thick clouds obscured the sky； so there was neither moon nor Northern Lights； but by peering closely； the children could make out the deep trail Iorek Byrnison had plowed in the snow。 Lyra encouraged； bullied； hit； half…carried； swore at； pushed； dragged； lifted tenderly； wherever it was needed； and Pantalaimon （by the state of each child's daemon） told her what was needed in each case。
I'll get them there； she kept saying to herself。 I e here to get 'em and I'll bloody get 'em。
Roger was following her example； and Billy Costa was leading the way； being sharper…eyed than most。 Soon the snow was falling so thickly that they had to cling on to one another to keep from getting lost； and Lyra thought； perhaps if we all lie close and keep warm like that 。 。 。 Dig holes in the snow 。 。 。
She was hearing things。 There was the snarl of an engine somewhere； not the heavy thump of a zeppelin but something higher like the drone of a hornet。 It drifted in and out of hearing。
And howling 。 。 。 Dogs？ Sledge dogs？ That too was distant and hard to be sure of； blanketed by millions of snowflakes and blown this way and that by little puffing gusts of wind。 It might have been the gyptians' sledge dogs； or it might have been wild spirits of the tundra； or even those freed daemons crying for their lost children。
She was seeing things 。 。 。 。There weren't any lights in the snow； were there？ They must be ghosts as well 。 。 。 。Unless they'd e round in a circle； and were stumbling back into Bolvangar。
But these were little yellow lantern beams； not the white glare of anbaric lights。 And they were moving； and the howling was nearer； and before she knew for certain whether she'd fallen asleep； Lyra was wandering among familiar figures； and men in furs were holding her up： John Faa's mighty arm lifted her clear of the ground； and Farder Coram was laughing with pleasure； and as far through the blizzard as she could see； gyptians were lifting children into sledges； covering them with furs； giving them seal meat to chew。 And Tony Costa was there； hugging Billy and then punching him softly only to hug him again and shake him for joy。 And Roger 。 。 。
〃Roger's ing with us；〃 she said to Farder Coram。 〃It was him I meant to get in the first place。 We'll go back to Jordan in the end。 What's that noise…〃
It was that snarl again； that engine； like a crazed spy…fly ten thousand times the size。
Suddenly there came a blow that sent her sprawling； and Pantalaimon couldn't defend her； because the golden monkey…
Mrs。 Coulter…
The golden monkey was wrestling； biting； scratching at Pantalaimon； who was nickering through so many changes of form it was hard to see him； and fighting back： stinging； lashing； tearing。 Mrs。 Coulter； meanwhile； her face in its furs a frozen glare of intense feeling； was dragging Lyra to the back of a motorized sledge； and Lyra struggled as hard as her daemon。 The snow was so thick that they seemed to be isolated in a little blizzard of their own； and the anbaric headlights of the sledge only showed up the thick swirling flakes a few inches ahead。
〃Help！〃 Lyra cried； to the gyptians who were just there in the blinding snow and who could see nothing。 〃Help me！ Farder Coram！ Lord Faa！ Oh； God； help！〃
Mrs。 Coulter shrieked a high mand in the language of the northern Tartars。 The snow swirled open； and there they were； a squad of them； armed with rifles； and the wolf daemons snarled beside them。 The chief saw Mrs。 Coulter struggling； and picked up Lyra with one hand as if she were a doll and threw her into the sledge； where she lay stunned and dazed。
A rifle banged； and then another； as the gyptians realized what was happening。 But firing at targets you can't see is dangerous when you can't see your own side either。 The Tartars； in a tight group now around the sledge； were able to blaze at will into the snow； but the gyptians dared not shoot back for fear of hitting Lyra。
Oh； the bitterness she felt！ The tiredness！
Still dazed
