Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kit. The three great tables that ran the length of the hall were laid already, the silver and the glass catg what little light there was, and the long benches were pulled out ready for the guests. Portraits of former Masters hung high up in the gloom along the walls. Lyra reached the dais and looked back at the open kit door, and, seeing no oepped up beside the high table. The places here were laid with gold, not silver, and the fourtees were not oak benches but mahogany chairs with velvet cushions.
Lyra stopped beside the Masters chair and flicked the biggest glass gently with a fingernail. The sound rang clearly through the hall.
“Youre not taking this seriously,” whispered her daemon. “Behave yourself.”
Her daemons name antalaimon, and he was currently in the form of a moth, a dark brown one so as not to show up in the darkness of the hall.
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