pp.thegoldencompass-第59部分

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r's　face　was　a　mask　of　tears。　Lyra　could　see　them　glinting；　they　were　real。
　　Then　her　mother　turned；　shaking　with　silent　sobs；　and　moved　down　the　mountain　and　out　of　Lyra's　sight。
　　Lyra　watched　her　coldly；　and　then　looked　up　toward　the　sky。
　　Such　a　vault　of　wonders　she　had　never　seen。
　　The　city　hanging　there　so　empty　and　silent　looked　new…made；　waiting　to　be　occupied；　or　asleep；　waiting　to　be　woken。　The　sun　of　that　world　was　shining　into　this；　making　Lyra's　hands　golden；　melting　the　ice　on　Roger's　wolfskin　hood；　making　his　pale　cheeks　transparent；　glistening　in　his　open　sightless　eyes。
　　She　felt　wrenched　apart　with　unhappiness。　And　with　anger；　too；　she　could　have　killed　her　father；　if　she　could　have　torn　out　his　heart；　she　would　have　done　so　there　and　then；　for　what　he'd　done　to　Roger。　And　to　her：　tricking　her：　how　dare　he？
　　She　was　still　holding　Roger's　body。　Pantalaimon　was　saying　something；　but　her　mind　was　ablaze；　and　she　didn't　hear　until　he　pressed　his　wildcat　claws　into　the　back　of　her　hand　to　make　her。　She　blinked。
　　〃What？　What？〃
　　〃Dust！〃　he　said。
　　〃What　are　you　talking　about？〃
　　〃Dust。　He's　going　to　find　the　source　of　Dust　and　destroy　it；　isn't　he？〃
　　〃That's　what　he　said。〃
　　〃And　the　Oblation　Board　and　the　Church　and　Bolvangar　and　Mrs。　Coulter　and　all；　they　want　to　destroy　it　too；　don't　they？〃
　　〃Yeah　。　。　。　Or　stop　it　affecting　people　。　。　。　Why？〃
　　〃Because　if　they　all　think　Dust　is　bad；　it　must　be　good。〃
　　She　didn't　speak。　A　little　hiccup　of　excitement　leaped　in　her　chest。
　　Pantalaimon　went　on：
　　〃We've　heard　them　all　talk　about　Dust；　and　they're　so　afraid　of　it；　and　you　know　what？　We　believed　them；　even　though　we　could　see　that　what　they　were　doing　was　wicked　and　evil　and　wrong　。　。　。　。We　thought　Dust　must　be　bad　too；　because　they　were　grown　up　and　they　said　so。　But　what　if　it　isn't？　What　if　it's…〃
　　She　said　breathlessly；　〃Yeah！　What　if　it's　really　good　。　。　。　〃
　　She　looked　at　him　and　saw　his　green　wildcat　eyes　ablaze　with　her　own　excitement。　She　felt　dizzy；　as　if　the　whole　world　were　turning　beneath　her。
　　If　Dust　were　a　good　thing　。　。　。　If　it　were　to　be　sought　and　weled　and　cherished　。　。　。　
　　〃We　could　look　for　it　too；　Pan！〃　she　said。
　　That　was　what　he　wanted　to　hear。
　　〃We　could　get　to　　it　before　he　does；〃　　he　went　on；　〃and　。　。　。　。〃
　　The　enormousness　of　the　task　silenced　them。　Lyra　looked　up　at　the　blazing　sky。　She　was　aware　of　how　small　they　were；　she　and　her　daemon；　in　parison　with　the　majesty　and　vastness　of　the　universe；　and　of　how　little　they　knew；　in　parison　with　the　profound　mysteries　above　them。
　　〃We　could；〃　Pantalaimon　insisted。　〃We　came　all　this　way；　didn't　we？　We　could　do　it。〃
　　〃We　got　it　wrong；　though；　Pan。　We　got　it　all　wrong　about　Roger。　We　thought　we　were　helping　him　。　。　。　。〃　She　choked；　and　kissed　Roger's　still　face　clumsily；　several　times。　〃We　got　it　wrong；〃　she　said。
　　〃Next　time　we'll　check　everything　and　ask　all　the　questions　we　can　think　of；　then。　We'll　do　better　next　time。〃
　　〃And　we'd　be　alone。　Iorek　Byrnison　couldn't　follow　us　and　help。　Nor　could　Farder　Coram　or　Serafina　Pekkala；　or　Lee　Scoresby　or　no　one。〃
　　〃Just　us；　then。　Don't　matter。　We're　not　alone；　anyway；　not　like　。　。　。　。〃
　　She　knew　he　meant　not　like　Tony　Makarios；　not　like　those　poor　lost　daemons　at　Bolvangar；　we're　still　one　being；　both　of　us　are　one。
　　〃And　we've　got　the　alethiometer；〃　she　said。　〃Yeah。　I　reckon　we've　got　to　do　it；　Pan。　We'll　go　up　there　and　we'll　search　for　Dust；　and　when　we've　found　it　we'll　know　what　to　do。〃
　　Roger's　body　lay　still　in　her　arms。　She　let　him　down　gently。
　　〃And　we'll　do　it；〃　she　said。
　　She　turned　away。　Behind　them　lay　pain　and　death　and　fear；　ahead　of　them　lay　doubt；　and　danger；　and　fathomless　mysteries。　But　they　weren't　alone。
　　So　Lyra　and　her　dsmon　turned　away　from　the　world　they　were　born　in；　and　looked　toward　the　sun；　and　walked　into　the　sky。







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