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his fathers smile was full of pride and tenderness。 〃well done； my boy。 well done indeed；〃 he said。
will couldnt see him anymore。 he turned and climbed through after lyra。
and now that their purpose was achieved； now the children had found their daemons and escaped； the dead warriors allowed their atoms to relax and drift apart； at long； long last。
out of the little grove； away from the baffled specters； out of the valley； past the mighty form of his old
panion the armor…clad bear； the last little scrap of the consciousness that had been the aeronaut lee scoresby floated upward； just as his great balloon had done so many times。 untroubled by the flares and the bursting shells； deaf to the explosions and the shouts and cries of anger and warning and pain； conscious only of his movement upward； the last of lee scoresby passed through the heavy clouds and came out under the brilliant stars； where the atoms of his beloved daemon； hester； were waiting for him。
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THIRTY…TWO … MORNING
小说
the wide golden prairie that lee scoresbys ghost had seen briefly through the window was lying quiet under the first sun of morning。
golden； but also yellow； brown； green； and every one of the million shades between them； and black； in places； in lines and streaks of bright pitch； and silvery； too； where the sun caught the tops of a particular kind of grass just ing into flower； and blue； where a wide lake some way off and a small pond closer by reflected back the wide blue of the sky。
and quiet； but not silent； for a soft breeze rustled the billions of little stems； and a billion insects and other small creatures scraped and hummed and chirruped in the grass； and a bird too high in the blue to be seen sang little looping falls of bell notes now close by； now far off； and never twice the same。
in all that wide landscape the only living things that were silent and still were the boy and the girl lying asleep； back to back； under the shade of an outcrop of rock at the top of a little bluff。
they were so still； so pale； that they might have been dead。 hunger had drawn the skin over their faces； pain had left lines around their eyes； and they were covered in dust and mud and not a little blood。 and from the absolute passivity of their limbs； they seemed in the last stages of exhaustion。
lyra was the first to wake。 as the sun moved up the sky； it came past the rock above and touched her hair； and she began to stir； and when the sunlight reached her eyelids； she found herself pulled up from the depths of sleep like a fish； slow and heavy and resistant。
but there was no arguing with the sun； and presently she moved her head and threw her arm across her eyes and murmured： 〃pan； pan。。。〃
under the shadow of her arm； she opened her eyes and came properly awake。 she didnt move for some time； because her arms and legs were so sore； and every part of her body felt limp with weariness； but still she was awake； and she felt the little breeze and the suns warmth； and she heard the little insect scrapings and the bell song of that bird high above。 it was all good。 she had forgotten how good the world was。
presently she rolled over and saw will； still fast asleep。 his hand had bled a lot； his shirt was ripped and filthy； his hair was stiff with dust and sweat。 she looked at him for a long time； at the little pulse in his throat； at his chest rising and falling slowly； at the delicate shadows his eyelashes made when the sun finally reached them。
he murmured something and stirred。 not wanting to be caught looking at him； she looked the other way at the little grave theyd dug the night before； just a couple of hand spans wide； where the bodies of the chevalier tialys and the lady salmakia now lay at rest。 there was a flat stone nearby； she got up and prized it loose from the soil； and set it upright at the head of the grave； and then sat up and shaded her eyes to gaze across the plain。
it seemed to stretch forever and ever。 it was nowhere entirely flat； gentle undulations and little ridges and gullies varied the surface wherever she looked； and here and there she saw a stand of trees so tall they seemed to be constructed rather than grown。 their straight trunks and dark green canopy seemed to defy distance； being so clearly visible at what must have been many miles away。
closer； though； in fact； at the foot of the bluff； not more than a hundred yards away； there was a little pond fed by a spring ing out of the rock； and lyra realized how thirsty she was。
she got up on shaky legs and walked slowly down toward it。 the spring gurgled and trickled through mossy rocks； and she dipped her hands in it again and again； washing them clear of the mud and grime
before lifting the water to her mouth。 it was teeth…achingly cold； and she swallowed it with delight。
the pond was fringed with reeds； where a frog was croaking。 it was shallow and warmer than the spring； as she discovered when she took off her shoes and waded into it。 she stood for a long time with the sun on her head and her body； relishing the cool mud under her feet and the cold flow of springwater around her calves。
she bent down to dip her face under the water and wet her hair thoroughly； letting it trail out and flicking it back again； stirring it with her fingers to lift all the dust and grime out。
when she felt a little cleaner and her thirst was satisfied； she looked up the slope again； to see that will was awake。 he was sitting with his knees drawn up and his arms across them； looking out across the plain as shed done； and marveling at the extent of it。 and at the light； and at the warmth； and at the quiet。
she climbed slowly back to join him and found him cutting the names of the gallivespians on the little headstone； and setting it more firmly in the soil。
〃are they。。。〃 he said； and she knew he meant the daemons。
〃dont know。 i havent seen pan。 i got the feeling hes not far away； but i dont know。 dyou remember what happened？〃
he rubbed his eyes and yawned so deeply she heard little cracking noises in his jaw。 then he blinked and shook his head。
〃not much；〃 he said。 〃i picked up pantalaimon and you picked up； the other on