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e electric blue and the red…and…yellow； and those colors had long since faded； and the bodies that had shone with them lay in the world of the dead。
and then came a movement in the sky that was different from the rest。 as the children looked up； sheltering their eyes from the lashing raindrops； they saw an aircraft unlike any theyd seen before； ungainly； six…legged； dark； and totally silent。 it was flying low； very low； from the fortress。 it skimmed overhead； no higher than a rooftop above them； and then moved away into the heart of the storm。
but they had no time to wonder about it； because another head…wrenching throb of nausea told lyra that pan was in danger again； and then will felt it； too； and they stumbled blindly through the puddles and the mud and the chaos of wounded men and fighting ghosts； helpless； terrified； and sick。
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THIRTY … THE CLOUDED MOUNTAIN
生小说＿网
the intention craft was being piloted by mrs。 coulter。 she and her daemon were alone in the cockpit。
the barometric altimeter was little use in the storm； but she could judge her altitude roughly by watching the fires on the ground that blazed where angels fell； despite the hurtling rain； they were still flaring high。 as for the course； that wasnt difficult； either： the lightning that flickered around the mountain served as a brilliant beacon。 but she had to avoid the various flying beings who were still fighting in the air； and keep clear of the rising land below。
she didnt use the lights； because she wanted to get close and find somewhere to land before they saw her and shot her down。 as she flew closer； the updrafts became more violent； the gusts more sudden and brutal。 a gyropter would have had no chance： the savage air would have slammed it to the ground like a fly。 in the intention craft she could move lightly with the wind； adjusting her balance like a wave rider in the peaceable ocean。
cautiously she began to climb； peering forward； ignoring the instruments and flying by sight and by instinct。 her daemon leapt from one side of the little glass cabin to the other； looking ahead； above； to the left and right； and calling to her constantly。 the lightning； great sheets and lances of brilliance； flared and cracked above and around the machine。 through it all she flew in the little aircraft； gaining height little by little； and always moving on toward the cloud…hung palace。
and as mrs。 coulter approached； she found her attention dazzled and bewildered by the nature of the mountain itself。
it reminded her of a certain abominable heresy； whose author was now deservedly languishing in the dungeons of the consistorial court。 he had suggested that there were more spatial dimensions than the three familiar ones； that on a very small scale； there were up to seven or eight other dimensions； but that they were impossible to examine directly。 he had even constructed a model to show how they might work； and mrs。 coulter had seen the object before it was exorcised and burned。 folds within folds； corners and edges both containing and being contained： its inside was everywhere and its outside was everywhere else。 the clouded mountain affected her in a similar way： it was less like a rock than like a force field； manipulating space itself to enfold and stretch and layer it into galleries and terraces； chambers and colonnades and watchtowers of air and light and vapor。
she felt a strange exultation welling slowly in her breast； and she saw at the same time how to bring the aircraft safely up to the clouded terrace on the southern flank。 the little craft lurched and strained in the turbid air； but she held the course firm； and her daemon guided her down to land on the terrace。
the light shed seen by till now had e from the lightning； the occasional gashes in the cloud where the sun struck through； the fires from the burning angels； the beams of an…baric searchlights； but the light here was different。 it came from the substance of the mountain itself； which glowed and faded in a slow breathlike rhythm； with a mother…of…pearl radiance。
woman and daemon got down from the craft and looked around to see which way they should go。
she had the feeling that other beings were moving rapidly above and below； speeding through the substance of the mountain itself with messages； orders； information。 she couldnt see them； all she could see was confusing； infolded perspectives of colonnade； staircase； terrace； and facade。
before she could make up her mind which way to go； she heard voices and withdrew behind a column。 the voices were singing a psalm and ing closer； and then she saw a procession of angels carrying a litter。
as they neared the place where she was hiding； they saw the intention craft and stopped。 the singing faltered； and some of the bearers looked around in doubt and fear。
mrs。 coulter was close enough to see the being in the litter： an angel； she thought； and indescribably aged。 he wasnt easy to see； because the litter was enclosed all around with crystal that glittered and threw back the enveloping light of the mountain； but she had the impression of terrifying decrepitude； of a face sunken in wrinkles； of trembling hands； and of a mumbling mouth and rheumy eyes。
the aged being gestured shakily at the intention craft； and cackled and muttered to himself； plucking incessantly at his beard； and then threw back his head and uttered a howl of such anguish that mrs。 coulter had to cover her ears。
but evidently the bearers had a task to do； for they gathered themselves and moved farther along the terrace； ignoring the cries and mumbles from inside the litter。 when they reached an open space； they spread their wings wide； and at a word from their leader they began to fly； carrying the litter between them； until they were lost to mrs。 coulters sight in the swirling vapors。
but there wasnt time to think about that。 she and the golden monkey moved on quickly； climbing great staircases； crossing bridges； always moving upward。 the higher they went； the more they felt that sense of invisible activity all around them； until finally they turned a corner into a wide space like a mist…hung piazza； and found themselve