Balthamos felt the death of Baruch the moment it happened. He cried aloud and soared into the night air over the tundra, flailing his wings and sobbing his anguish into the clouds; and it was some time before he could pose himself and go back to Will, ide awake, knife in hand, peering up into the damp and chilly murk. They were ba Lyras world.
"What is it?" said Will as the angel appeared trembling beside him. "Is it danger? Get behind me...”
"Baruch is dead," cried Balthamos, "my dear Baruch is dead...”
"When? Where?"
But Balthamos couldnt tell; he only khat half his heart had beeinguished. He couldnt keep still: he flew up again, sc the sky as if to seek out Baru this cloud or that, calling, g, calling; and then hed be overe with guilt, and fly down te Will to hide and keep quiet, and promise to watch over him tirelessly; and then the pressure of his grief would crush him to the ground, and hed remember every instance of kindness and ce that Baruch ……（内容加载失败！）
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