Beyond 'The Golden Compass': The Magic of Philip Pullman Page #3

Well...

It's not surprising.

Roger and me's

been huntin' Gobblers.

It's dirty work.

'Ere, don't you make jokes

about them Gobblers.

Ain't nothin' to play about

when children go missing.

Lyra, my dear...

the tutor of metaphysics tells me

that you've missed your lesson again.

Now, I know you do not always

understand our need to educate you...

but sometimes you must do

what others think... best.

But I disagree, Master.

Mrs. Coulter.

When I was a young woman...

I knew that no one could ever

really truly understand me...

except, of course, my dmon...

and that it would be best

if we were free to do as we pleased.

Sit down, gentlemen.

- Who's she?

- Don't know.

But she shut up the Master, all right.

Mrs. Coulter? This is our Lyra,

Lyra Belacqua, Lord Asriel's niece.

Lyra, this is Mrs. Coulter...

a friend of the college.

Lovely to meet you.

Lovely to meet you too.

Do you know I've met Lord Asriel?

It was at the Royal Arctic Institute.

We discussed

the political structure...

of the ice bears of Svalbard.

You've seen an ice bear?

As a matter of fact...

I have had an audience

with the bear king himself...

Ragnar Sturlusson.

And I'll tell you something

I probably shouldn't...

King Ragnar is desperate

to have a dmon of his own.

Bears don't have them, you see,

and Ragnar...

he likes to think of himself

as a person...

and he will stop at nothing to get one.

But you mustn't repeat that.

Oh, I'd never.

You know, I feel I can trust you.

I have to go back

to the North very soon.

I'm going to need an assistant.

Me?

- Go to the North?

- North?

It's cold up there.

We'd better get

the Master's permission.

Master, I was wondering...

if I might borrow dear Lyra.

Only for a while, of course.

I'm not sure

that would be consistent with...

Lord Asriel's wishes

for her education.

Let me deal with Asriel.

You mustn't deny me

this little thing, you really mustn't.

Very well.

Yeah...

Yeah...

A bet's a bet...

and Lyra was supposed

to show up with the gown.

I told you they wouldn't

let her out of the college.

Which one's her room?

What are you gonna do?

Give her a fright, that's all.

We get caught,

I'll be skinned alive.

Night porter's bound

to be doin' his rounds.

Ratter, check if the coast is clear.

It's all clear.

Billy! Billy!

The scholars still refuse

to hand over the last alethiometer...

and now they've given Asriel

all the funds he needs.

If he succeeds in proving

the existence of these other worlds...

it will contradict

centuries of teaching.

There will always be

freethinkers and heretics...

unless we deal

with the root of the problem.

That is why Mrs. Coulter's work

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