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〃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 spreading her wings as the Stefanski money and the promise of twenty…three men were laid before John Faa。
When the six family heads had all e up； Farder Coram showed his piece of paper to John Faa； who stood up to address the audience again。
〃Friends； that's a muster of one hundred and seventy men。 I thank you proudly。 As for the gold； I make no doubt from the weight of it that you've all dug deep in your coffers； and my warm thanks go out for that as well。
〃What we're a going to do next is this。 We're a going to charter a ship and sail north； and find them kids and set 'em free。 From what we know； there might be some fighting to do。 It won't be the first time； nor it won't be the last； but we never had to fight yet with people who kidnap children； and we shall have to be unmon cunning。 But we en't going to e back without our kids。 Yes； Dirk Vries？〃
A man stood up and said； 〃Lord Faa； do you know why they captured them kids？〃
〃We heard it's a theologic