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up. I flew high enough to see that the river goes a long way directly south and north. If you could get a passage, then you could move much more quickly."
"Good," said Will fervently. "And does this path go to the town?"
"It goes through a village, with a church and farms and orchards, and then on to the town."
"I wonder what language they speak. I hope they don't lock me up if I can't speak theirs."
"As your daemon," said there had obviously been a recent flood: walls were marked with mud to halfway up the doors, and broken beams of wood and loose-hanging sheets of corrugated iron showed where sheds and verandas and outbuildings had been swept away.
But that was not the most curious feature of the place. At first he thought he was losing his balance, it even made him stumble once or twice, for the buildings were Balthamos, "I shall translate for you. I have learned many human languages; I can certainly understand the one they speak in this country."Will walked on. The toil was dull and mechanical, but at least he was moving, and at least every step took him closer to Lyra.The village was a shabby place: a huddle of wooden buildings, with paddocks containing reindeer, and dogs that barked as he approached. Smoke crept out of the tin chimneys and hung low over the shingled roofs. The ground was heavy and dragged at his feet, and
Wednesday, 14 January 2009
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