Will ate slowly. He'd given her most of the beans, but even so he took much longer than she did. The harbor in front of them, the lights along the empty boulevard, the stars in the dark sky above, all hung in the huge silence as if nothing else existed at all.
And all the time he was intensely aware of the girl. She was small and slight, but wiry, and she'd fought like a tiger; his fist had raised a bruise on her cheek, and she was ignoring it. Her expression was a mixture of the very young — when she first tasted the cola — and a kind of deep, sad wariness. Her eyes were pale blue, and her hair would be a darkish blond once it was washed; because she was filthy, and she smelled as if she hadn't bathed for days.
«Laura? Lara?» Will said.
«Lyra.»
«Lyra… Silvertongue?»
«Yes.»
«Where is your world? How did you get here?»
She shrugged. «I walked,» she said. «It was all foggy. I didn't know where I was going. At least, I knew I was going out of my world. But I couldn't see this one till the fog cleared. Then I found myself here.»
«What did you say about dust?»
«Dust, yeah. I'm going to find out about it. But this world seems to be empty. There's no one here to ask. I've been here for … I dunno, three days, maybe four. And there's no one here.»
«But why do you want to find out about dust?»
«Special Dust,» she said shortly. «Not ordinary dust, obviously.»
The daemon changed again. He did so in the flick of an eye, and from a goldfinch he became a rat, a powerful pitch-black rat with red eyes. Will looked at him with wide wary eyes, and the girl saw his glance.
«You have got a daemon,» she said decisively. «Inside you.»
He didn't know what to say.
«You have,» she went on. «You wouldn't be human else. You'd be … half dead. We seen a kid with his daemon cut away. You en't like that. Even if you don't know you've got a daemon, you have. We was scared at first when we saw you. Like you was a night-ghast or something. But then we saw you weren't like that at all.»
«We?»
«Me and Pantalaimon. Us. But you, your daemon en't separate from you. It's you. Apart of you. You're part of each other. En't there anyone in your world like us? Are they all like you, with their daemons all hidden away?»
Will looked at the two of them, the skinny pale-eyed girl with her black rat daemon now sitting in her arms, and felt profoundly alone.
«I'm tired. I'm going to bed,» he said. «Are you going to stay in this city?»
«Dunno. I've got to find out more about what I'm looking for. There must be some Scholars in this world. There must be someone who knows about it.»
«Maybe not in this world. But I came here out of a place called Oxford. There's plenty of scholars there, if that's what you want.»
«Oxford?» she cried. «That's where I come from!»
«Is there an Oxford in your world, then? You never came from my world.»
«No,» she said decisively. «Different worlds. But in my world there's an Oxford too. We're both speaking English, en't we? Stands to reason there's other things the same. How did you get through? Is there a bridge, or what?»
«Just a kind of window in the air.»
«Show me,» she said.
It was a command, not a request. He shook his head.
«Not now,» he said. «I want to sleep. Anyway, it's the middle of the night.»
«Then show me in the morning!»
«All right, I'll show you. But I've got my own things to do. You'll have to find your scholars by yourself.»
«Easy,» she said. «I know all about Scholars.»
He put the plates together and stood up.
«I cooked,» he said, «so you can wash the dishes.»
She looked incredulous. «Wash the dishes?» she scoffed. «There's millions of clean ones lying about! Anyway, I'm not a servant. I'm not going to wash them.»
«So I won't show you the way through.»
«I'll find it by myself.»
«You won't; it's hidden. You'd never find it. Listen, I don't know how long we can stay in this place. We've got to eat, so we'll eat what's here, but we'll tidy up afterward and keep the place clean, because we ought to. You wash these dishes. We've got to treat this place right. Now I'm going to bed. I'll have the other room. I'll see you in the morning.»
He went inside, cleaned his teeth with a finger and some toothpaste from his tattered bag, fell on the double bed, and was asleep in a moment.
Lyra waited till she was sure he was asleep, and then took the dishes into the kitchen and ran them under the tap, rubbing hard with a cloth until they looked clean. She did the same with the knives and forks, but the procedure didn't work with the omelette pan, so she tried a bar of yellow soap on it, and picked at it stubbornly until it looked as clean as she thought it was going to. Then she dried everything on another cloth and stacked it neatly on the drainboard.
Because she was still thirsty and because she wanted to try opening a can, she snapped open another cola and took it upstairs. She listened outside Will's door and, hearing nothing, tiptoed into the other room and took out the alethiometer from under her pillow.
She didn't need to be close to Will to ask about him, but she wanted to look anyway, and she turned his door handle as quietly as she could before going in.
There was a light on the sea front outside shining straight up into the room, and in the glow reflected from the ceiling she looked down at the sleeping boy. He was frowning, and his face glistened with sweat. He was strong and stocky, not as formed as a grown man, of course, because he wasn't much older than she was, but he'd be powerful one day. How much easier if his daemon had been visible! She wondered what its form might be, and whether it was fixed yet. Whatever its form was, it would express a nature that was savage, and courteous, and unhappy.
She tiptoed to the window. In the glow from the streetlight she carefully set the hands of the alethiometer, and relaxed her mind into the shape of a question. The needle began to sweep around the dial in a series of pauses and swings almost too fast to watch.
She had asked: What is he? A friend or an enemy?
The alethiometer answered: He is a murderer.
When she saw the answer, she relaxed at once. He could find food, and show her how to reach Oxford, and those were powers that were useful, but he might still have been untrustworthy or cowardly. A murderer was a worthy companion. She felt as safe with him as she'd felt with lorek Byrnison, the armored bear.
She swung the shutter across the open window so the morning sunlight wouldn't strike in on his face, and tiptoed out.
Two
Among The Witches
The witch Serafina Pekkala, who had rescued Lyra and the other children from the experimental station at Bolvangar and flown with her to the island of Svalbard, was deeply troubled.
In the atmospheric disturbances that followed Lord Asriel’s escape from his exile on Svalbard, she and her companions were blown far from the island and many miles out over the frozen sea. Some of them managed to stay with the damaged balloon of Lee Scoresby, the Texan aeronaut, but Serafina herself was tossed high into the banks of fog that soon came rolling in from the gap that Lord Asriel’s experiment had torn in the sky.
When she found herself able to control her flight once more, her first thought was of Lyra; for she knew nothing of the fight between the false bear-king and the true one, lorek Byrnison, nor of what had happened to Lyra after that.
So she began to search for her, flying through the cloudy gold-tinged air on her branch of cloud-pine, accompanied by her daemon, Kaisa the snow goose. They moved back toward Svalbard and south a little, soaring for several hours under a sky turbulent with strange lights and shadows. Serafina Pekkala knew from the unsettling tingle of the light on her skin that it came from another world.