Once lorek Byrnison was out of sight, Lyra felt a great weakness ing over her, and she turned blindly a for Pantalaimon, “Oh, Pan, dear, I t go on! Im shtened—and so tired—all this way, and Im scared to death! I wish it was someone else instead of me, I do holy!”
Her daemon nuzzled at her ne his cat form, warm and f.
“I just dont know what we got to do,” Lyra sobbed. “Its too much for us, Pan, we t...”
She g to him blindly, rog bad forth aing the sobs cry out wildly over the bare snow.
“And even if—if Mrs. Coulter got ter first, thered be no saving him, because shed take him back to Bolvangar, or worse, and theyd kill me out of vengeance....Why do they do these things to children, Pan? Do they all hate children so much, that they want to tear them apart like this? Why do they do it?”
But Pantalaimon had no answer; all he could do was hug her close. Little by little, as the storm of fear subsided, she came to a sense of herself again. She was ……（内容加载失败！）
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