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TWENTY…ONE
LORD ASRIEL'S WELE
Lyra rode a strong young bear； and Roger rode another； while Iorek paced tirelessly ahead and a squad armed with a fire hurler followed guarding the rear。
The way was long and hard。 The interior of Svalbard was mountainous； with jumbled peaks and sharp ridges deeply cut by ravines and steep…sided valleys； and the cold was intense。 Lyra thought back to the smooth…running sledges of the gyp…tians on the way to Bolvangar； how swift and fortable that progress now seemed to have been！ The air here was more penetratingly chill than any she had experienced before； or it might have been that the bear she was riding wasn't as lightfooted as Iorek； or it might have been that she was tired to her very soul。 At all events； it was desperately hard going。
She knew little of where they were bound； or how far it was。 All she knew was what the older bear S0ren Eisarson had told her while they were preparing the fire hurler。 He had been involved in negotiating with Lord Asriel about the terms of his imprisonment； and he remembered it well。
At first； he'd said； the Svalbard bears regarded Lord Asriel as being no different from any of the other politicians； kings； or troublemakers who had been exiled to their bleak island。 The prisoners were important； or they would have been killed outright by their own people； they might be valuable to the bears one day； if their political fortunes changed and they returned to rule in their own countries； so it might pay the bears not to treat them with cruelty or disrespect。
So Lord Asriel had found conditions on Svalbard no better and no worse than hundreds of other exiles had done。 But certain things had made his jailers more wary of him than of other prisoners they'd had。 There was the air of mystery and spiritual peril surrounding anything that had to do with Dust； there was the clear panic on the part of those who'd brought him there； and there were Mrs。 Coulter's private munications with lofur Raknison。
Besides； the bears had never met anything quite like Lord Asriel's own haughty and imperious nature。 He dominated even lofur Raknison； arguing forcefully and eloquently； and persuaded the bear…king to let him choose his own dwelling place。
The first one he was allotted was too low down； he said。 He needed a high spot； above the smoke and stir of the fire mines and the smithies。 He gave the bears a design of the acmodation he wanted； and told them where it should be； and he bribed them with gold； and he flattered and bullied lofur Raknison； and with a bemused willingness the bears set to work。 Before long a house had arisen on a headland facing north： a wide and solid place with fireplaces that burned great blocks of coal mined and hauled by bears； and with large windows of real glass。 There he dwelt； a prisoner acting like a king。
And then he set about assembling the materials for a laboratory。
With furious concentration he sent for books； instruments； chemicals； all manner of tools and equipment。 And somehow it had e； from this source or that； some openly； some smuggled in by the visitors he insisted he was entitled to have。 By land； sea； and air； Lord Asriel assembled his materials； and within six months of his mittal； he had all the equipment he wanted。
And so he worked； thinking and planning and calculating； waiting for the one thing he needed to plete the task that so terrified the Oblation Board。 It was drawing closer every minute。
Lyra's first glimpse of her father's prison came when Iorek Byrnison stopped at the foot of a ridge for the children to move and stretch themselves； because they had been getting dangerously cold and stiff。
〃Look up there；〃 he said。
A wide broken slope of tumbled rocks and ice； where a track had been laboriously cleared； led up to a crag outlined against the sky。 There was no Aurora； but the stars were brilliant。 The crag stood black and gaunt； but at its summit was a spacious building from which light spilled lavishly in all directions： not the smoky inconstant gleam of blubber lamps； nor the harsh white of anbaric spotlights； but the warm creamy glow of naphtha。
The windows from which the light emerged also showed Lord Asriel's formidable power。 Glass was expensive； and large sheets of it were prodigal of heat in these fierce latitudes； so to see them here was evidence of wealth and influence far greater than lofur Raknison's vulgar palace。
Lyra and Roger mounted their bears for the last time； and Iorek led the way up the slope toward the house。 There was a courtyard that lay deep under snow； surrounded by a low wall； and as Iorek pushed open the gate they heard a bell ring somewhere in the building。
Lyra got down。 She could hardly stand。 She helped Roger down too； and； supporting each other； the children stumbled through the thigh…deep snow toward the steps up to the door。
Oh； the warmth there would be inside that house！ Oh； the peaceful rest！
She reached for the handle of the bell； but before she could reach it； the door opened。 There was a small dimly lit vestibule to keep the warm air in； and standing under the lamp was a figure she recognized： Lord Asriel's manservant Thorold； with his pinscher daemon Anfang。
Lyra wearily pushed back her hood。
〃Who 。 。 。 〃 Thorold began； and then saw who it was； and went on： 〃Not Lyra？ Little Lyra？ Am I dreaming？〃
He reached behind him to open the inner door。
A hall； with a coal fire blazing in a stone grate； warm naphtha light glowing on carpets； leather chairs； polished wood 。 。 。 It was like nothing Lyra had seen since leaving Jordan College； and it brought a choking gasp to her throat。
Lord Asriel's snow…leopard daemon growled。
Lyra's father stood there； his powerful dark…eyed face at first fierce； triumphant； and eager； and then the color faded from it； his eyes widened； in horror； as he recognized his daughter。
〃No！ No！〃
He staggered back and clutched at the mantelpiece。 Lyra couldn't move。
〃Get out！〃 Lord Asriel cried。 〃Turn around； get out； go！ I did not send for you！〃
She couldn't speak。 She opened her mouth twice； three times； and then managed to say：
〃No； no； I came because…〃
He seemed appalled； he kept shaking his head； he held up his hands as if to ward her off； she couldn't believe his distress。
She moved a step closer to reassure him； and Roger came to stand with her； anxious。 Their daemons fluttered out into the warmth； and after a moment Lord Asriel passed a hand across his brow and recovered slightly。 The color began to return to his cheeks as he looked down at the two。
〃Lyra；〃 he said。 〃That is Lyra？〃
〃Yes； Uncle Asriel；〃 she said； thinking that this wasn't the time to go into their true relationship。 〃I came to bring you the alethiometer from the Master of Jordan。〃
〃Yes； of course you did；〃 he said。 〃Who is this？〃
〃It's Roger Parslow；〃 she said。 〃He's the kitchen boy from Jordan College。 But…〃
〃How did you get here？〃
〃I was just going to say； there's Iorek Byrnison outside； he's brought us here。 He came with me all the way from Trollesund； and we tricked lofur…〃
〃Who's Iorek Byrnison？〃
〃An armored bear。 He brought us here。〃
〃Thorold；〃 he called； 〃run a hot bath for these children； and prepare them some food。 Then they will need to sleep。 Their clothes are filthy； find them something to wear。 Do it now； while I talk to this bear。〃
Lyra felt her head swim。 Perhaps it was the heat； or perhaps it was relief。 She watched the servant bow and leave the hall； and Lord Asriel go into the vestibule and close the door behind； and then she half…fell into the nearest chair。
Only a moment later； it seemed； Thorold was speaking to her。
〃Follow me； miss；〃 he was saying； and she hauled herself up and went with Roger to a warm bathroom； where soft towels hung on a heated rail； and where a tub of water steamed in the naphtha light。
〃You go first；〃 said Lyra。 〃I'll sit outside and we'll talk。〃
So Roger； wincing and gasping at the heat； got in and washed。 They had swum naked together often enough； frolicking in the Isis or the Cherwell with other children； but this was different。
〃I'm afraid of your uncle；〃 said Roger through the open door。 〃I mean your father。〃
〃Better keep calling him my uncle。 I'm afraid of him too； sometimes。〃
〃When we first e in； he never saw me at all。 He only saw you。 And he was horrified； till he saw me。 Then he calmed down all at once。〃
〃He was just shocked；〃 said Lyra。 〃Anyone would be； to see someone they didn't expect。 He last saw me after that time in the Retiring Room。 It's bound to be a shock。〃
〃No；〃 said Roger； 〃it's more than that。 He was looking at me like a wolf； or summing。〃
〃You're imagining it。〃
〃I en't。 I'm more scared of him than I was of Mrs。 Coulter； and that's the truth。〃
He splashed himself。 Lyra took out the alethiometer。
〃D'you want me to ask the symbol reader about it？〃 Lyra said。
〃Well； I dunno。 There's things I'd rather not know。 Seems to me everything I heard of since the Gobblers e to Oxford； everything's been bad。 There en't been nothing good more than about five minutes ahead。 Like I can see now； this bath's nice； and there's a nice warm towel there； about five minutes away。 And once I'm dry； maybe I'll think of summing nice to eat； but no further ahead than that。 And when I've eaten； maybe I'll look forward to a kip in a fortable bed。 But after that； I dunno； Lyra。 There's been terrible things we seen； en't there？ And more a ing； more'n likely。 So I think I'd rather not know what's in the future。 I'll stick to the present。〃
〃Yeah；〃 said Lyra wearily。 〃There's times I feel like that too。〃
So although she held the alethiometer in her hands for a little longer； it was only for fort； she didn't turn the wheels； and the swinging of the needle passed her by。 Pantalaimon watched it in silence。
After they'd both washed； and eaten some bread and cheese and drunk some wine and hot water； the servant Thorold said； 〃The boy is to go to bed。 I'll show him where to go。 His Lordship asks if you'd join him in the library； Miss Lyra。〃
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