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nt find the way back。 i did many things and learned a great deal in the world i found myself in； but ten years after i arrived there； i was mortally sick。
〃and this is the reason for all those things： your daemon can only live its full life in the world it was born in。 elsewhere it will eventually sicken and die。 we can travel； if there are openings into other worlds； but we can only live in our own。 lord asriels great enterprise will fail in the end for the same reason： we have to build the republic of heaven where we are； because for us there is no elsewhere。
〃will； my boy； you and lyra can go out now for a brief rest； you need that； and you deserve it； but then you must e back into the dark with me and mr。 scoresby for one last journey。〃
will and lyra exchanged a look。 then he cut a window； and it was the sweetest thing they had ever seen。
the night air filled their lungs； fresh and clean and cool； their eyes took in a canopy of dazzling stars； and the shine of water somewhere below； and here and there groves of great trees； as high as castles； dotting
the wide savanna。
will enlarged the window as wide as he could； moving across the grass to left and right； making it big enough for six； seven； eight to walk through abreast； out of the land of the dead。
the first ghosts trembled with hope； and their excitement passed back like a ripple over the long line behind them； young children and aged parents alike looking up and ahead with delight and wonder as the first stars they had seen for centuries shone through into their poor starved eyes。
the first ghost to leave the world of the dead was roger。 he took a step forward； and turned to look back at lyra； and laughed in surprise as he found himself turning into the night； the starlight； the air。。。 and then he was gone； leaving behind such a vivid little burst of happiness that will was reminded of the bubbles in a glass of champagne。
the other ghosts followed roger； and will and lyra fell exhausted on the dew…laden grass； every nerve in their bodies blessing the sweetness of the good soil； the night air； the stars。
TWENTY…SEVEN … THE PLATFORM
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once the mulefa began to build the platform for mary； they worked quickly and well。 she enjoyed watching them； because they could discuss without quarreling and cooperate without getting in each others way； and because their techniques of splitting and cutting and joining wood were so elegant and effective。
within two days the observation platform was designed and built and lifted into place。 it was firm and spacious and fortable； and when she had climbed up to it； she was as happy； in one way； as she had ever been。 that one way was physically。 in the dense green of the canopy； with the rich blue of the sky between the leaves； with a breeze keeping her skin cool； and the faint scent of the flowers delighting her whenever she sensed it； with the rustle of the leaves； the song of the hundreds of birds； and the distant murmur of the waves on the seashore； all her senses were lulled and nurtured； and if she could have stopped thinking； she would have been entirely lapped in bliss。
but of course thinking was what she was there for。
and when she looked through her spyglass and saw the relentless outward drift of the sraf； the shadow particles； it seemed to her as if happiness and life and hope were drifting away with them。 she could find no explanation at all。
three hundred years； the mulefa had said： that was how long the trees had been failing。 given that the shadow particles passed through all the worlds alike； presumably the same thing was happening in her universe； too； and in every other one。 three hundred years ago； the royal society was set up： the first true scientific society in her world。 newton was making his discoveries about optics and gravitation。
three hundred years ago in lyras world； someone invented the alethiometer。
at the same time in that strange world through which shed e to get here； the subtle knife was invented。
she lay back on the planks； feeling the platform move in a very slight； very slow rhythm as the great tree swayed in the sea breeze。 holding the spyglass to her eye； she watched the myriad tiny sparkles drift through the leaves； past the open mouths of the blossoms； through the massive boughs； moving against the wind； in a slow； deliberate current that looked all but conscious。
what had happened three hundred years ago？ was it the cause of the dust current； or was it the other way around？ or were they both the results of a different cause altogether？ or were they simply not connected at all？
the drift was mesmerizing。 how easy it would be to fall into a trance； and let her mind drift away with the floating particles。。。
before she knew what she was doing； and because her body was lulled； that was exactly what happened。 she suddenly snapped awake to find herself outside her body； and she panicked。
she was a little way above the platform； and a few feet off among the branches。 and something had happened to the dust wind： instead of that slow drift； it was racing like a river in flood。 had it sped up； or was time moving differently for her； now that she was outside her body？ either way she was conscious of the most horrible danger； because the flood was threatening to sweep her loose pletely； and it was immense。
she flung out her arms to seize hold of anything solid； but she had no arms。 nothing connected。 now she was almost over that abominable drop； and her body was farther and farther from reach； sleeping so hoggishly below her。 she tried to shout and wake herself up： not a sound。 the body slumbered on； and the self that observed was being borne away out of the canopy of leaves altogether and into the open sky。
and no matter how she struggled； she could make no headway。 the force that carried her out was as smooth and powerful as water pouring over a weir； the particles of dust were streaming along as if they； too； were pouring over some invisible edge。
and carrying her away from her body。
she flung a mental lifeline to that physical self； and tried to recall the feeling of being in it： all the sensations that made