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Lee Scoresby was cheering and laughing and uttering wild Texan yells of delight； Iorek Byrnison was calmly unfastening his armor； hooking a deft claw into all the linkages and undoing them with a twist before packing the separate pieces in a pile。 Somewhere outside； the flap and swish of air through cloud…pine needles and witch garments told that the witches were keeping them pany into the upper airs。
Little by little Lyra recovered her breath； her balance； and her heartbeat。 She sat up and looked around。
The basket was much bigger than she'd thought。 Ranged around the edges were racks of philosophical instruments； and there were piles of furs； and bottled air； and a variety of other things too small or confusing to make out in the thick mist they were ascending through。 〃Is this a cloud？〃 she said。
〃Sure is。 Wrap your friend in some furs before he turns into an icicle。 It's cold here； but it's gonna get colder。〃
〃How did you find us？〃
〃Witches。 There's one witch lady who wants to talk to you。 When we get clear of the cloud； we'll get our bearings and then we can sit and have a yarn。〃
〃Iorek；〃 said Lyra； 〃thank you for ing。〃 The bear grunted； and settled down to lick the blood off his fur。 His weight meant that the basket was tilted to one side； but that didn't matter。 Roger was wary； but Iorek Byrnison took no more notice of him than of a flake of snow。 Lyra contented herself with clinging to the rim of the basket； just under her chin when she was standing； and peering wide…eyed into the swirling cloud。
Only a few seconds later the balloon passed out of the cloud altogether and； still rising rapidly； soared on into the heavens。
What a sight！
Directly above them the balloon swelled out in a huge curve。 Above and ahead of them the Aurora was blazing； with more brilliance and grandeur than she had ever seen。 It was all around； or nearly； and they were nearly part of it。 Great swathes of incandescence trembled and parted like angels' wings beating； cascades of luminescent glory tumbled down invisible crags to lie in swirling pools or hang like vast waterfalls。
So Lyra gasped at that； and then she looked below； and saw a sight almost more wondrous。
As far as the eye could see； to the very horizon in all directions； a tumbled sea of white extended without a break。 Soft peaks and vaporous chasms rose or opened here and there； but mostly it looked like a solid mass of ice。
And rising through it in ones and twos and larger groups as well came small black shadows； those ragged figures of such elegance； witches on their branches of cloud…pine。
They flew swiftly； without any effort； up and toward the balloon； leaning to one side or another to steer。 And one of them； the archer who'd saved Lyra from Mrs。 Coulter； flew directly alongside the basket； and Lyra saw her clearly for the first time。
She was young…younger than Mrs。 Coulter； and fair； with bright green eyes； and clad like all the witches in strips of black silk； but wearing no furs； no hood or mittens。 She seemed to feel no cold at all。 Around her brow was a simple chain of little red flowers。 She sat on her cloud…pine branch as if it were a steed； and seemed to rein it in a yard from Lyra's wondering gaze。
〃Lyra？〃
〃Yes！ And are you Serafina Pekkala？〃
〃I am。〃
Lyra could see why Farder Coram loved her； and why it was breaking his heart； though she had known neither of those things a moment before。 He was growing old； he was an old broken man； and she would be young for generations。
〃Have you got the symbol reader？〃 said the witch； in a voice so like the high wild singing of the Aurora itself that Lyra could hardly hear the sense for the sweet sound of it。
〃Yes。 I got it in my pocket； safe。〃
Great wingbeats told of another arrival； and then he was gliding beside her： the gray goose daemon。 He spoke briefly and then wheeled away to glide in a wide circle around the balloon as it continued to rise。
〃The gyptians have laid waste to Bolvangar；〃 said Serafina Pekkala。 〃They have killed twenty…two guards and nine of the staff； and they've set light to every part of the buildings that still stood。 They are going to destroy it pletely。〃
〃What about Mrs。 Coulter？〃
〃No sign of her。〃
〃And the kids？ They got all the kids safely？〃
〃Every one。 They are all safe。〃
Serafina Pekkala cried out in a wild yell； and other witches circled and flew in toward the balloon。
〃Mr。 Scoresby；〃 she said。 〃The rope； if you please。〃
〃Ma'am； I'm very grateful。 We're still rising。 I guess we'll go on up awhile yet。 How many of you will it take to pull us north？〃
〃We are strong〃 was all she said。
Lee Scoresby was attaching a coil of stout rope to the leather…covered iron ring that gathered the ropes running over the gas bag； and from which the basket itself was suspended。 When it was securely fixed； he threw the free end out； and at once six witches darted toward it； caught hold； and began to pull； urging the cloud…pine branches toward the Polar Star。
As the balloon began to move in that direction； Pan…talaimon came to perch on the edge of the basket as a tern。 Roger's daemon came out to look； but crept back again soon； for Roger was fast asleep； as was Iorek Byrnison。 Only Lee Scoresby was awake； calmly chewing a thin cigar and watching his instruments。
〃So； Lyra；〃 said Serafina Pekkala。 〃Do you know why you're going to Lord Asriel？〃
Lyra was astonished。 〃To take him the alethiometer； of course！〃 she said。
She had never considered the question； it was obvious。 Then she recalled her first motive； from so long ago that she'd almost forgotten it。
〃Or 。 。 。 To help him escape。 That's it。 We're going to help him get away。〃
But as she said that； it sounded absurd。 Escape from Svalbard？ Impossible！
〃Try； anyway；〃 she added stoutly。 〃Why？〃
〃I think there are things I need to tell you；〃 said Serafina Pekkala。
〃About Dust？〃
It was the first thing Lyra wanted to know。
〃Yes； among other things。 But you are tired now； and it will be a long flight。 We'll talk when you wake up。〃
Lyra yawned。 It was a jaw…cracking； lung…bursting yawn that lasted almost a minute； or felt like it； and for all that Lyra struggled； she couldn't resist the onrush of sleep。 Serafina Pekkala reached a hand over the rim of the basket and touched her eyes； and as Lyra sank to the floor； Pantalaimon fluttered down； changed to an ermine； and crawled to his sleeping place by her neck。
The witch settled her branch into a steady speed beside the basket as they moved north toward Svalbard。
PART THREE
SVALBARD
EIGHTEEN
FOG AND ICE
Lee Scoresby arranged some furs over Lyra。 She curled up close to Roger and they lay together asleep as the balloon swept on toward the Pole。 The aeronaut checked his instruments from time to time； chewed on the cigar he would never light with the inflammable hydrogen so close； and huddled deeper into his own furs。
〃This little girl's pretty important； huh？〃 he said after several minutes。
〃More than she will know；〃 Serafina Pekkala said。
〃Does t