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But one thing on which everyone agreed was the name of these invisible kidnappers。 They had to have a name； or not be referred to at all； and talking about them…especially if you were safe and snug at home； or in Jordan College…was delicious。 And the name that seemed to settle on them； without anyone's knowing why； was the Gobblers。
〃Don't stay out late； or the Gobblers'11 get you！〃
〃My cousin in Northampton； she knows a woman whose little boy was took by the Gobblers 。 。 。 。〃
〃The Gobblers've been in Stratford。 They say they're ing south！〃
And； inevitably：
〃Let's play kids and Gobblers！〃
So said Lyra to Roger； one rainy afternoon when they were alone in the dusty attics。 He was her devoted slave by this time； he would have followed her to the ends of the earth。
〃How d'you play that？〃
〃You hide and I find you and slice you open； right； like the Gobblers do。〃
〃You don't know what they do。 They might not do that at all。〃
〃You're afraid of 'em；〃 she said。 〃I can tell。〃
〃I en't。 I don't believe in 'em anyway。〃
〃I do；〃 she said decisively。 〃But I en't afraid either。 I'd just do what my uncle done last time he came to Jordan。 I seen him。 He was in the Retiring Room and there was this guest who weren't polite； and my uncle just give him a hard look and the man fell dead on the spot； with all foam and froth round his mouth。〃
〃He never；〃 said Roger doubtfully。 〃They never said anything about that in the kitchen。 Anyway； you en't allowed in the Retiring Room。〃
'〃Course not。 They wouldn't tell servants about a thing like that。 And I have been in the Retiring Room； so there。 Anyway； my uncle's always doing that。 He done it to some Tartars when they caught him once。 They tied him up and they was going to cut his guts out； but when the first man e up with the knife； my uncle just looked at him； and he fell dead； so another one e up and he done the same to him； and finally there was only one left。 My uncle said he'd leave him alive if he untied him； so he did； and then my uncle killed him anyway just to teach him a lesson。〃
Roger was less sure about that than about Gobblers； but the story was too good to waste； so they took it in turns to be Lord Asriel and the expiring Tartars； using sherbet dip for the foam。
However； that was a distraction； Lyra was still intent on playing Gobblers； and she inveigled Roger down into the wine cellars； which they entered by means of the Butler's spare set of keys。 Together they crept through the great vaults where the College's Tokay and Canary； its Burgundy； its brantwijn were lying under the cobwebs of ages。 Ancient stone arches rose above them supported by pillars as thick as ten trees； irregular flagstones lay underfoot； and on all sides were ranged rack upon rack； tier upon tier； of bottles and barrels。 It was fascinating。 With Gobblers forgotten again； the two children tiptoed from end to end holding a candle in trembling fingers； peering into every dark corner； with a single question growing more urgent in Lyra's mind every moment： what did the wine taste like？
There was an easy way of answering that。 Lyra…over Roger's fervent protests…picked out the oldest； twistiest； greenest bottle she could find； and； not having anything to extract the cork with； broke it off at the neck。 Huddled in the furthest corner； they sipped at the heady crimson liquor； wondering when they'd bee drunk； and how they'd tell when they were。 Lyra didn't like the taste much； but she had to admit how grand and plicated it was。 The funniest thing was watching their two daemons； who seemed to be getting more and more muddled： falling over； giggling senselessly； and changing shape to look like gargoyles； each trying to be uglier than the other。
Finally； and almost simultaneously； the children discovered what it was like to be drunk。
〃Do they like doing this？〃 gasped Roger； after vomiting copiously。
〃Yes；〃 said Lyra； in the same condition。 〃And so do I；〃 she added stubbornly。
Lyra learned nothing from that episode except that playing Gobblers led to interesting places。 She remembered her uncle's words in their last interview； and began to explore underground； for what was above ground was only a small fraction of the whole。 Like some enormous fungus whose root system extended over acres； Jordan （finding itself jostling for space above ground with St。 Michael's College on one side； Gabriel College on the other； and the University Library behind） had begun； sometime in the Middle Ages； to spread below the surface。 Tunnels； shafts； vaults； cellars； staircases had so hollowed out the earth below Jordan and for several hundred yards around it that there was almost as much air below ground as above； Jordan College stood on a sort of froth of stone。
And now that Lyra had the taste for exploring it； she abandoned her usual haunt； the irregular alps of the College roofs； and plunged with Roger into this netherworld。 From playing at Gobblers she had turned to hunting them； for what could be more likely than that they were lurking out of sight below the ground？
So one day she and Roger made their way into the crypt below the oratory。 This was where generations of Masters had been buried； each in his lead…lined oak coffin in niches along the stone walls。 A stone tablet below each space gave their names：
SIMON LE CLERC； MASTER 1765…1789 CEREBATON
REQUIESCANT IN PACE
〃What's that mean？〃 said Roger。
〃The first part's his name； and the last bit's Roman。 And there's the dates in the middle when he was Master。 And the other name must be his daemon。〃
They moved along the silent vault； tracing the letters of more inscriptions：
FRANCIS LYALL； MASTER 1748…1765 ZOHARIEL
REQUIESCANT IN PACE
ICNATIUS COLE； MASTER 1745…1748 MUSCA
REQUIESCANT IN PACE
On each coffin； Lyra was interested to see； a brass plaque bore a picture of a different being： this one a basilisk； this a serpent； this a monkey。 She realized that they were images of the dead men's daemons。 As people became adult； their daemons lost the power to change and assumed one shape； keeping it permanently。
〃These coffins' ve got skeletons in 〃em！〃 whispered Roger。
〃Moldering flesh；〃 whispered Lyra。 〃And worms and maggots all twisting about in their eye sockets。〃
〃Must be ghosts down here；〃 said Roger； shivering pleasantly。
Beyond the first crypt they found a passage lined with stone shelves。 Each shelf was partitioned off into square sections； and in each section rested a skull。
Roger's daemon； tail tucked firmly between her legs； shivered against him and gave a little quiet howl。
〃Hush；〃 he said。
Lyra couldn't see Pantalaimon； but she knew his moth form was resting on her shoulder and probably shivering too。
She reached up and lifted the nearest skull gently out of its resting place。
〃What you doing？〃 said Roger。 〃You en't supposed to touch em。〃
She turned it over and over； taking no notice。 Something suddenly fell out of the hole at the base of the skull…fell through her fingers and rang as it hit the floor； and she nearly dropped the sku