"My child! My daughter! Where is she? What have you done? My Lyra, youd do better to tear the fibers from my heart, she was safe with me, safe, and now where is she?"
Mrs. Coulters cry resouhrough the little chamber at the top of the adamant tower. She was bound to a chair, her hair disheveled, her clothing torn, her eyes wild; and her monkey daemon thrashed and struggled on the floor in the coils of a silver .
Lord Asriel sat nearby, scribbling on a piece of paper, taking no notice. An orderly stood beside him, glang nervously at the woman. When Lord Asriel handed him the paper, he saluted and hurried out, his terrier daemon close at his heels with her tail tucked low.
Lord Asriel turo Mrs. Coulter.
"Lyra? Frankly, I dont care," he said, his voice quiet and hoarse. "The wretched child should have stayed where she ut, and done what she was told. I t waste any more time or resources on her; if she refuses to be helped, let her deal with the sequences."
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