Lord Asriel didnt a first. Lyra heard the snap of metal clips and a hiss as air rushed into a vessel, and then there was a silence. But the silence didnt last long. After a moment or two Lyra heard a fused babble break out:
cries of horror, loud protests, voices raised in anger and fear.
“But what—”
“—hardly human—”
“—its been—”
“—whats happeo it?”
The Masters voice cut through them all.
“Lord Asriel, what in Gods name have you got there?”
“This is the head of Stanislaus Grumman,” said Lord Asriels voice.
Over the jumble of voices Lyra heard someoumble to the door and out, making i sounds of distress. She wished she could see what they were seeing.
Lord Asriel said, “I found his body preserved in the ice off Svalbard. The head was treated in this way by his killers. Youll notice the characteristic scalping pattern. I think you might be familiar with it, Sub-Rector.”
The old mans voice was steady as he said, “I have seeartars do this……（内容加载失败！）
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