When Pantalaimon was a cat, he was lean and ragged and harsh, but Sophonax, for that was her name, was golden-eyed and elegant beyond measure, fully twice as large as a real cat and richly furred. She could hardly take her eyes off Farder Coram's daemon, who was the most beautiful daemon she'd ever seen. Over the next few days, Lyra concocted a dozen plans and dismissed them impatiently for they all boiled down to stowing away, and how could you stow away on a narrowboat? To be sure, the real voyage would involve a proper ship, and she knew enough stories to expect all kinds of hiding places on a full-sized vessel: the lifeboats, the hold, the bilges, whatever they were but she'd have to get to the ship first, and leaving the fens meant traveling the gyptian way. It would be a fine thing to hide in a lifeboat and wake up on the way to High Brazil. de Ruyter's messages."Īnd even if she got to the coast on her own, she might stow away on the wrong ship. Probably you'll need me to help you understand Mr. I think it'd be best if I helped you, Farder Coram, she said, "because I probably know more about the Gobblers than anyone else, being as I was nearly one of them.
What's that little old thing on top of it? There's often a clue there if you look more close.
Pantalaimon sat up in her arms, his wildcat eyes blazing green. She was inside the room now, and all the men and their daemons were watching her, some with amusement and some with irritation, but she had eyes only for John Faa.
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