Beyond 'The Golden Compass': The Magic of Philip Pullman Page #2

To discover the source of Dust,

I intend to travel to these worlds.

With a sufficient source

of energy and...

Well, a sufficient source of funds...

I can effect a crossing.

I humbly beg the College Council

to fund such a journey.

It wasn't my fault.

She wouldn't listen to me.

I will not have my niece

slithering round like an alley cat.

You're not very grateful, are you?

I've just saved your life.

Uncle, why did he try

to poison you?

- You wouldn't understand.

- Yes, I would.

Well, I don't see why.

Apparently you're

impossible to educate.

A miscreant and a liar.

What will the Magisterium

do to you now?

The Magisterium's days

are numbered.

What does that mean?

Trouble, with a bit of luck.

Did you get the money you needed?

Are you going North again?

The College Council

has defied the Magisterium.

I'm leaving immediately.

Can I come with you?

I want to see the ice bears

and glaciers...

and learn about Dust

and everything.

What do you know about Dust?

- Nothing.

- Good.

Keep it that way.

Now be a good girl

and do what you're told.

But you don't do what you're told.

You don't let anybody

tell you what to do.

Yes, and look at the welcome I got.

Hush, Pan.

I see your dmon

still changes shape.

Hasn't settled yet.

Yeah.

That's to do with Dust, isn't it?

Why kids'daemons

can change shape...

but grown-ups'daemons can't.

Lyra.

Dust is none of your business.

Now you try and behave.

My Uncle Asriel said he'd take me

to the North next time he goes. He swore it.

'Cause he needs my help, see.

What for?

Fightin', probably.

Or spying.

He uses me as a spy sometimes.

Like now, for instance.

I'm supposed to be keeping

an eye on them Gobblers...

Come on!

...'cause they took them

Gyptian kids up Banbury way.

Billy Costa told me.

I heard them Gobblers

take you down to hell.

Course they don't.

You're afraid of them, ain't you?

No, I ain't.

But the adults are,

because kids keep disappearin'.

They go after the poor kids, see.

The orphans

and the servant kids as well.

Roger, I promise...

if you was taken by the Gobblers...

I'd come and rescue you.

You'd come and get me too,

wouldn't you?

Course. But everybody would go

looking for you if you was Gobbled.

- You're a lady.

- Says who?

Cook. He says that's why your uncle

left you here, to make you a lady.

Nobody can make me a lady.

Not the master and scholars

and porters combined, right?

Take it back, or we ain't

best mates no more!

All right, all right,

you ain't a lady.

Lyra!

Lyra Belacqua,

get down off them roofs!

The Master wants you at high table!

It was really...

really quite surprising.

The state of your knees.

And your hair.

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