"No," said the old servant, "that wouldnt stop my master. Now this might sound strange to you, Serafina Pekkala, but I know the man better than any wife could know him, better than a mother.

Before she could speak, he went on:

"Maam, Im very glad to see you," he said. "Any news of the little girl?"

"Im going to make sure the child is safe," she said. "It might be that I have to pass this way again, Thorold. Im glad to know that you will still be here."

"Where is the child?" he said.

He gently rubbed the head of his serpent daemon with his thumb.

"That is what I have to say."

"Yes, thats true."

"She was always a willful child," he said when they were seated at the oaken table in the glow of a naphtha lamp. "Id see her every year or so when his lordship visited his college. I was fond of her, mind—you couldnt help it. But what her place was in the wider scheme of things, I dont know."

"And what do you hear of the Church?"

They say that the Magisterium is assembling the greatest army ever known, and this is an advance party. And there are unpleasant rumors about some of the soldiers, Serafina Pekkala. Ive heard about Bolvangar, and what they were doing there—cutting childrens daemons away, the most evil work Ive ever heard of. Well, it seems there is a regiment of warriors who have been treated in the same way. Do you know the word zombi? They fear nothing, because theyre mindless. There are some in this town now. The authorities keep them hidden, but word gets out, and the townspeople are terrified of them."

Serafina sat quiet for a few moments, absorbing what Thorold had said.

She glanced with hatred at the elder witch, who returned her look with compassion: she knew about love.

Lanselius: she is the child we have always expected, and now she has vanished.

"What I propose is that our clans join together and go north to explore this new world, and see what we can discover there. If the child is not to be found in our world, its because she will have gone after Lord Asriel already. And Lord Asriel is the key to this, believe me. He was my lover once, and I would willingly join forces with him, because he hates the Church and all it does.

"So... what is he doing?"

She said farewell to the consul and flew up through the gathering dark to join Kaisa in the clouds.

"So Im going to Nova Zembla, where I last heard of him alive, and Im going to search for him. I caint see the future, but I can see the present clear enough. And Im with you in this war, for what my bullets are worth. But thats the task Im going to take on, maam," he concluded, turning back to Serafina Pekkala. "Im going to seek out Stanislaus Grumman and find out what he knows, and if I can find that object he knows of, Ill take it to Lyra."

"Beings of pure spirit, the Church says. The Church teaches that some of the angels rebelled before the world was created, and got flung out of heaven and into hell. They failed, you see, thats the point. They couldnt do it. And they had the power of angels. Lord Asriel is just a man, with human power, no more than that. But his ambition is limitless. He dares to do what men and women dont even dare to think. And look what hes done already: hes torn open the sky, hes opened the way to another world. Who else has ever done that? Who else could think of it? So with one part of me, Serafina Pekkala, I say hes mad, wicked, deranged. Yet with another part I think, hes Lord Asriel, hes not like other men. Maybe ... if it was ever going to be possible, itd be done by him and by no one else."

"Well, Lord Asriel has never found hisself at ease with the doctrines of the Church, so to speak.

"Angels? What are angels?"

"What was Lord Asriel planning to do?"

"Why, thank you, maam," he said, surprised. He took the little flower and tucked it carefully into his breast pocket.

"And we shall call up a wind to help you to Nova Zembla," Serafina Pekkala told him. "Now, sisters, who would like to speak?"

Serafinas journey to the north was made harder by the confusion in the world around her. All the Arctic peoples had been thrown into panic, and so had the animals, not only by the fog and the magnetic variations but by unseasonal crackings of ice and stirrings in the soil. It was as if the earth itself, the permafrost, were slowly awakening from a long dream of being frozen.

She had arrived only an hour before, to Serafinas surprise. Serafina had thought Mrs. Coulter beautiful, for a short-life; but Ruta Skadi was as lovely as Mrs. Coulter, with an extra dimension of the mysterious, the uncanny. She had trafficked with spirits, and it snowed. She was vivid and passionate, with large black eyes; it was said that Lord Asriel himself had been her lover. She wore heavy gold earrings and a crown on her black curly hair ringed with the fangs of snow tigers.

Serafina flew down to the courtyard and alighted on the trampled, blood-sprinkled snow. The man pushed back his hood, still holding his rifle warily, because a witch was an enemy sometimes, and she saw an elderly man, long-jawed and grizzled and steady-eyed.

And now I might ask you the same question, maam."

"A rebellion against the Church?"

The formalities exchanged, they went indoors. Kaisa glided through the skies above, keeping watch, while Thorold brewed some coffee and Serafina told him of her involvement with Lyra.

"Now, the child was so sure of what shed seen that I didnt like to question her too much. But what she said made a kind of memory come to my mind, except that I couldnt reach it clearly. I knew something about this Dr. Grumman. And it was only on the flight here from Svalbard that I remembered what it was. It was an old hunter from Tungusk who told me. It seems that Grumman knew the whereabouts of some kind of object that gives protection to whoever holds it. I dont want to belittle the magic that you witches can command, but this thing, whatever it is, has a kind of power that outclasses anything Ive ever heard of.

"Sisters," she began, "let me tell you what is happening, and who it is that we must fight. For there is a war coming. I dont know who will join with us, but I know whom we must fight. It is the Magisterium, the Church. For all its history— and thats not long by our lives, but its many, many of theirs—its tried to suppress and control every natural impulse. And when it cant control them, it cuts them out. Some of you have seen what they did at Bolvangar. And that was horrible, but it is not the only such place, not the only such practice. Sisters, you know only the north; I have traveled in the south lands. There are churches there, believe me, that cut their children too, as the people of Bolvangar did—not in the same way, but just as horribly. They cut their sexual organs, yes, both boys and girls; they cut them with knives so that they shant feel. That is what the Church does, and every church is the same: control, destroy, obliterate every good feeling. So if a war comes, and the Church is on one side of it, we must be on the other, no matter what strange all九九藏书ies we find ourselves bound to.

Take this with you," she said, "and whenever you need my help, hold it in your hand and call to me. I shall hear you, wherever you are."

In all this turmoil, where sudden shafts of uncanny brilliance lanced down through rents in towers of fog and then vanished as quickly, where herds of muskox were seized by the urge to gallop south and then wheeled immediately to the west or the north again, where tight-knit skeins of geese disintegrated into a honking chaos as the magnetic fields they flew by wavered and snapped this way and that, Serafina Pekkala sat on her cloud-pine and flew north, to the house on the headland in the wastes of Svalbard.

And they sped through the roiling banks of fog toward Lake Enara and home.

"Yes, Queen," said the young witch humbly.

All through that day the witches came, like flakes of black snow on the wings of a storm, filling the skies with the darting flutter of their silk and the swish of air through the needles of their cloud-pine branches. Men who hunted in the dripping forests or fished among melting ice floes heard the skywide whisper through the fog, and if the sky was clear, they would look up to see the witches flying, like scraps of darkness drifting on a secret tide.

"When I was traveling north to Bolvangar with the gyptians, the child Lyra told me about something that happened in the college she used to live in, back in Oxford. Lord Asriel had shown the other scholars the severed head of a man called Stanislaus Grumman, and that kinda persuaded them to give him some money to come north and find out what had happened.

The young witch Juta Kamainen—young by witch standards, that is; she was only just over a hundred years old—was stubborn and embarrassed, and her robin daemon was agitated, flying from her shoulder to her hand and circling high above her before settling again briefly on her shoulder. The witchs cheeks were plump and red; she had a vivid and passionate nature. Serafina didnt know her well.

A minute or so later she joined her goose daemon again, and the daemon kept silence with her as they soared and wheeled above the foggy mountains. She was deeply troubled, and there was no need to explain: every strand of moss, every icy puddle, every midge in her homeland thrilled against her nerves and called her back. She felt fear for them, but fear of herself, too, for she was having to change. These were human affairs she was inquiring into, this was a human matter; Lord Asriels god was not hers. Was she becoming human? Was she losing her witchhood?

"Home now," she said. "We must talk to our sisters, Kaisa. These events are too big for us alone."

Ruta Skadi stood. Her white arms gleamed in the firelight; her eyes glittered so brightly that even the farthest witch could see the play of expression on her vivid face.

No, its my belief he turned away from a rebellion against the Church not because the Church was too strong, but because it was too weak to be worth the fighting."

"Is that possible?" said Serafina.

Lanselius?"

Serafina was not sure why she had come, but made the queen welcome, and etiquette demanded that Ruta Skadi should sit on Serafinas right. When they were all assembled, Serafina began to speak.

"I am a friend of Lyras," she said. "I hope we can talk. Look: I lay my bow down."

"Ill stay here and wait. Ill guard this house till he comes back and tells me different, or till I die.

Ruta Skadi spoke passionately, and Serafina admired her power and her beauty. When the Latvian queen sat down, Serafina turned to Lee Scoresby.

The Texan got to his feet, whiplash-lean and courteous. He looked as if he were not conscious of the strangeness of the occasion, but he was. His hare daemon, Hester, crouched beside him, her ears flat along her back, her golden eyes half closed.

"Course, anyone setting out to do a grand thing like that would be the target of the Churchs anger. Goes without saying. Itd be the most gigantic blasphemy, thats what theyd say. Theyd have him before the Consistorial Court and sentenced to death before you could blink. Ive never spoke of it before and I shant again; Id be afraid to speak it aloud to you if you werent a witch and beyond the power of the Church; but that makes sense, and nothing else does. Hes a-going to find the Authority and kill Him."

"Mr. Scoresby is a friend of the childs, and thus a friend of ours," she said. "Would you tell us your thoughts, sir?"

Thorold was an elderly man, but he was healthy and vigorous, and he felt flattered by the attention of this young witch and her beauty, as any man would. He was shrewd, though, too, and he knew the attention was not really on him but on what he knew; and he was honest, so he did not draw out his telling for much longer than he needed.

"What of you, Queen Ruta Skadi?" Serafina said finally. "What are your plans?"

She didnt know the man, but a cliff-ghast was an enemy always. She swung around above and loosed a dozen arrows into the melee. With shrieks and gibberings, the gang—too loosely organized to be called a troop—circled, saw their new opponent, and fled in confusion. A minute later the skies were bare again, and their dismayed yowk-yowk-yowk echoed distantly off the mountains before dwindling into silence.

"Maam," he said, "I have to thank you all first for the kindness youve shown to me, and the help you extended to an aeronaut battered by winds that came from another world. I wont trespass long on your patience.

"He is a scholar," he said after a moment, "but scholarship is not his ruling passion. Nor is statesmanship. I met him once, and I thought he had an ardent and powerful nature, but not a despotic one. I dont think he wants to rule.... I dont know, Serafina Pekkala. I suppose his servant might be able to tell you. He is a man called Thorold, and he was imprisoned with Lord Asriel in the house on Svalbard. It might be worth a visit there to see if he can tell you anything; but, of course, he might have gone into the other world with his master."

"I wont budge," he told her.

"Well," said Serafina, "if he is still alive, hell have to stay alive until Mr. Scoresby finds him. You had better come with us into the new world, and then therell be no danger of your killing him first. Forget him, Juta Kamainen. Love makes us suffer. But this task of ours is greater than revenge. Remember that."

"Queen," said the young witch, unable to stay silent under Serafinas gaze, "I know the man Stanislaus Grumman. I used to love him. But I hate him now with such a fervor that if I see him, I shall kill him. I would have said nothing, but my sister made me tell you."

"I cant tell you precisely what hes doing," he said, "because all the philosophical details are beyond my grasp. But I can tell you what drives his lordship, though he doesnt know I know. Ive seen this in a hundred little signs. Correct me if Im wrong, but the witch people have different gods from ours, ent that right?"

"Then tell me the thing or two youve learned by accident," she insisted.

"And I thought I might postpone my retirement to Texas because of my concern for that child, and search for Dr. Grumman. You see, I dont think hes dead. I think Lord Asriel was fooling those scholars.

"In another world. Im concerned for her safety. And I need to know what Lord Asriel is doing."

Serafinas daemon, Kaisa, had learned from Ruta Skadis daemon that she had killed the tigers herself in order to punish the Tartar tribe who worshiped them, because the tribesmen had failed to do her honor when she had visited their territory. Without their tiger gods, the tribe declined into fear and melancholy and begged her to allow them to worship her instead, only to be rejected with contempt; for what good would their worship do her? she asked. It had done nothing for the tigers. Such was Ruta Skadi: beautiful, proud, and pitiless.

Ruta Skadi agreed with that, and Serafina sent out messengers at once. As for what they should do immediately, Serafina picked out twenty of her finest fighters and ordered them to prepare to fly north with her, into the new world that Lord Asriel had opened, and search for Lyra.

"Sisters! You know why we have come together: we must decide what to do about these new events. The universe is broken wide, and Lord Asriel has opened the way from this world to another. Should we concern ourselves with it, or live our lives as we have done until now, looking after our own affairs? Then there is the matter of the child Lyra Belacqua, now called Lyra Silvertongue by King lorek Byrnison. She chose the right cloud-pine spray at the house of Dr.

"No, maam, I have no child, though I would have liked to be a father. But I understand your question, and youre right: that little girl has had bad luck with her true parents, and maybe I can f make it up to her. Someone has to do it, and Im willing."

"You may, and welcome," said Serafina, who was glad to have her company. So they agreed.

If she were, she could not do it alone.

"Why? Was the Church too strong?"

"Nor do I," she said, "and I cant imagine what it might be. What do you think hes intending, Dr.

The council proper began. The witches were democratic, up to a point; every witch, even the youngest, had the right to speak, but only their queen had the power to decide. The talk lasted all night, with many passionate voices for open war at once, and some others urging caution, and a few, though those were the wisest, suggesting a mission to all the other witch clans to urge them to join together for the first time.

"Id be greatly honored," he said. "I may have a suggestion or two of my own."

* * * In the forested caves beside the lake they found the others of their clan, and Lee Scoresby, too.

Hes been my master and my study for nigh on forty years. I cant follow him to the height of his thought any more than I can fly, but I can see where hes a-heading even if I cant go after him.

"Thank you, Mr. Scoresby," she said.

The aeronaut had struggled to keep his balloon aloft after the crash at Svalbard, and the witches had guided him to their homeland, where he had begun to repair the damage to his basket and the gasbag.

The Texan blinked with surprise, for no man had ever been known to join a witch council.

She saw the movement before she came close enough to see what was happening. There was a swirl of lunging leathery wings, and a malevolent yowk-yowk-yowk resounding in the snowy courtyard. A single figure swathed in furs fired a rifle into the midst of them with a gaunt dog daemon snarling and snapping beside him whenever one of the filthy things flew low enou九-九-藏-书-网gh.

"Thank you. Thats a good idea.... Ill do it. And Ill go at once."

"You dont think he told me, do you, Serafina Pekkala? Im his manservant, thats all. I clean his clothes and cook his meals and keep his house tidy. I may have learned a thing or two in the years I been with his lordship, but only by picking em up accidental. He wouldnt confide in me any more than in his shaving mug."

She refused Thorolds offer of food, and said good-bye.

He lowered the rifle and said, "Step inside, then. Look: I lay my rifle down."

"Partly, aye. There was a time when he thought of making it an issue of force, but he turned away from that."

Ive seen a spasm of disgust cross his face when they talk of the sacraments, and atonement, and redemption, and suchlike. Its death among our people, Serafina Pekkala, to challenge the Church, but Lord Asriels been nursing a rebellion in his heart for as long as Ive served him, thats one thing I do know."

"We have two guests, who will tell us their thoughts. First we shall hear Queen Ruta Skadi."

"But you know about our God? The God of the Church, the one they call the Authority?"

"I think hes a-waging a higher war than that. I think hes aiming a rebellion against the highest power of all. Hes gone a-searching for the dwelling place of the Authority Himself, and hes agoing to destroy Him. Thats what I think. It shakes my heart to voice it, maam. I hardly dare think of it. But I cant put together any other story that makes sense of what hes doing."

"Most have gone back to their homelands. All the witches are waiting, Serafina Pekkala, with fear in their hearts, for what will happen next."

And she took off her crown, and plucked from it one of the little scarlet flowers that, while she wore them, remained as fresh as if they had just been picked.

There she found Lord Asriels servant, Thorold, fighting off a group of cliff-ghasts.

Serafina said, "Have you been married, Mr. Scoresby? Have you any children?"

And Serafina Pekkala and her twenty-one companions and Queen Ruta Skadi of Latvia prepared to fly into the new world, where no witch had ever flown before.

"Lord Asriels life has been filled with things that were impossible. I wouldnt like to say there was anything he couldnt do. But on the face of it, Serafina Pekkala, yes, hes stark mad. If angels couldnt do it, how can a man dare to think about it?"

"What of the other witch clans?" said Serafina Pekkala. "What news do you have of them?"

"And what will you do, Thorold?"

"Theyre in complete confusion. You see, they dont know what Lord Asriel intends to do."

But soon after the council had broken up, an elderly witch came to Serafina Pekkala and said, "You had better listen to what Juta Kamainen has to say, Queen. Shes headstrong, but it might be important."

"I shall search for Lord Asriel, and learn what hes doing from his own lips. And it seems that the way hes gone is northward too. May I come the first part of the journey with you, sister?"

"None, Mr. Scoresby. Will you join our council tonight and help us discuss what to do?"

By evening the pines around the lake were lit from below by a hundred fires, and the greatest fire of all was built in front of the gathering cave. There, once they had eaten, the witches assembled. Serafina Pekkala sat in the center, the crown of little scarlet flowers nestling among her fair hair. On her left sat Lee Scoresby, and on her right, a visitor: the queen of the Latvian witches, whose name was Ruta Skadi.

"Yes, I do."