He sat down, and the two angels, their forms clearer in the moonlight than he had ever seen them before, sat with him.
Will stood up, meaning to say "Hold him tight," but even as the words came to his mind, the angel sagged against the ground, dissolving and spreading out like mist, and then he was gone. Will looked around, feeling foolish and sick.
"But as for what we discovered in the Clouded Mountain, we cant tell you the heart of it. We swore to each other that the first to hear should be Lord Asriel himself."
"Following the woman south."
Will scooped up some earth with his good hand and doused the flames. At once the cold struck into his bones, and he began to shiver. He pulled the cloak around himself and looked up again.
"Too bad," said Will. "Whenever we see people in this world, you become a bird. Theres no point in fussing or arguing. Just do it."
And at the same moment the attacker tore himself free of Baruchs hands, and cried:
"Lord Regent! I have them! Lord Regent!"
"What did you find there?"
Baruch sat down beside his companion, and Will stirred the fire, so that a cloud of smoke drifted past the two of them. It had the effect of outlining their bodies so that he could see them both clearly for the first time. Balthamos was slender; his narrow wings were folded elegantly behind his shoulders, and his face bore an expression that mingled haughty disdain with a tender, ardent sympathy, as if he would love all things if only his nature could let him forget their defects. But he saw no defects in Baruch, that was clear. Baruch seemed younger, as Balthamos had said he was, and was more powerfully built, his wings snow-white and massive. He had a simpler nature; he looked up to Balthamos as to the fount of all knowledge and joy. Will found himself intrigued and moved by their love for each other.
Will broke off a square and held it out. Balthamos inclined his head and sniffed. Then he picked it up,
"Did you find out where Lyra is?" he said, impatient for news.
Will folded the maps carefully away. He had set the tin cup on the stones at the edge of the fire to heat some water, and now he trickled some powdered coffee into it, stirring it with a stick, and wrapped his hand in a handkerchief before picking it up to drink.
"Then we shall go that way, too, in the morning."
And in the moment it took the angel to check his flight and turn upright and pull back his arm to fling the weapon, Will followed Baruch and Balthamos through and closed the window behind him. As his fingers pressed the last inch together, he felt a shock of air, but it was gone, he was safe: it was the spear that would have passed through him in that other world.
"Hes coming to me," she said, "and me and Will, oh, I dont know how, Roger, but I swear well help. And dont forget theres others on our side. Theres Serafina and theres Iorek, andSerafina Pekkala, the clan queen of the witches of Lake Enara, wept as she flew through the turbid skies of the Arctic. She wept with rage and fear and remorse: rage against the woman Coulter, whom she had sworn to kill; fear of what was happening to her beloved land; and remorse... She would face the remorse later.
Baruch said, "I think we should tell you our information. Will, this is why we two have been seeking you, and why we must take you to Lord Asriel. We discovered a secret of the Kingdom, of the Authoritys world, and we must share it with him. Are we safe here?" he added, looking around. "There is no way through?"
"Left," said Balthamos, an arms length away. "A stream and a dead tree for firewood. This way..."
—
"Where are you going to camp?" said Balthamos.
Balthamos cried, "Will, come away and cut through, before he comes...”
The form of the angel seemed to condense and swirl into a little vortex in midair, and then a blackbird swooped down onto the grass at Wills feet.
"Shall we sleep here, or should we move on?" he said finally, turning to Will.
"Slow progress," said Balthamos sourly.
"I shall never lose Balthamos," said Baruch, and stepped hack.
"Without a doubt, and so have the countless millions who died before him."
The attacker was still shouting in that ear-splitting voice: "Lord Regent! To me, to me!"
Will managed to glance upward and saw the clouds stirring and swirling, and that gleam, something immense, growing more powerful, as if the clouds themselves were becoming luminous with energy, like plasma.
He sat and nibbled quietly. Will found that if he looked at the fire, with the angel just at the edge of his vision, he had a much stronger impression of him.
"Do it now, then. Let me see."
The two angels embraced. Then Baruch folded his arms around Will and kissed him on both cheeks. The kiss was light and cool, like the hands of Balthamos.
get us out of here, Roger, I promise. And Wills coming, Im sure he is!"
"And what happens in the world of the dead?" Will went on.
"Yes," said Baruch. "There is a Himalayan valley, very high up, near a glacier where the light is turned into rainbows by the ice. I shall draw you a map in the soil so you dont mistake it. The girl is captive in a cave among the trees, kept asleep by the woman."
Meanwhile, looking down at the melting ice cap, the flooded lowland forests, the swollen sea, she felt heartsick.
"Oh, how tedious."
"That was the first living thing Ive seen today," Will said.
"No. Just asleep, and dreaming. Let me show you where they are."
"Fly to my shoulder," said Will.
Will said, "So youre not going to tell me this secret of yours? All right. Tell me this, instead: what happens when we die?"
Then he leapt into the air, soared swiftly into the sky, and vanished among the scattered stars. Balthamos was looking after him with desperate longing.
The bird did so, and then spoke in the angels familiar acid tone:
"Theres another reason," said Baruch, "We knew that Metatron would be pursuing us, and we wanted to make sure the knife didnt fall into his hands. If we could persuade you to come to Lord Asriel first, then at least...”
The angel was occasionally visible now in the long shadows of the trees. What Will could see of his expression was petulant.
"We must tell him," said Baruch to his companion. "You should have done so already."
Will found his imagination trembling.
you wouldnt need an excuse to see Lord Asriel."
"Where is Baruch?" he said. "Can he communicate with you?"
So Will lay down on the warm sand, and somewhere nearby, he thought, the angel was keeping watch; but that was little comfort.
And what was more, he had a spear, he was raising it to hurl...
Baruch said, "We are sorry. I shall go on my own to Lord Asriel and give him our information, and ask him to send you help to find his daughter. It will be two days flying time, if I navigate truly."
Will was too angry to speak. He got up and walked twenty steps away through the soft, deep sand, and then stopped, for the heat and humidity were stunning.
"Will, you must," said Baruch urgently.
"You had to," said Baruch. "But now...”
"What is that..." said the angel fastidiously, indicating the Kendal Mint Cake.
"Mostly sugar, I think, and peppermint. Here."
Once the fire was going, Will ate two oatmeal biscuits, some dried meat, and some Kendal Mint Cake, washing it down with gulps of cold water. Balthamos sat nearby, silent, and finally Will said:
"Im waiting for Baruch. He will come back soon, and then I shall ignore you, if you like."
With his pale finger, Baruch traced a map in the bare soil beside the fire. Will took his notebook and copied it exactly. It showed a glacier with a curious serpentine shape, flowing down between three almost identical mountain peaks.
He drew another map, and Will copied that; and then a third, getting closer in each time, so that Will felt he could find his way there without difficulty, provided that hed crossed the four or five thousand miles between thetundra and the mountains. The knife was good for cutting between worlds, but it couldnt abolish distance within them.
"We found our way into the Clouded Mountain," said Baruch, and at once went on: "Im sorry; we use these terms too easily. Its sometimes called the Chariot. Its not fixed, you see; it moves from place to place. Wherever it goes, there is the heart of the Kingdom, his citadel, his palace. When the Authority was young, it wasnt surrounded by clouds, but as time passed, he gathered them around him more and more thickly. No one has seen the summit for thousands of years. So his citadel is known now as the Clouded Mountain."
"No!" cried Balthamos again. "No! No!"
"Tell me, then," said Will. "Tell me about Metatron, and what this secret is. Why did that angel call him Regent? And what is the Authority? Is he God?"
The clouds were parting, and through the dark gap a figure was speeding down: small at first, but as it
"Will!" cried Balthamos. "The knife … cut a way out …"
"Who was that?" said Will, trembling, facing the two angels.
"Asleep? And the womans alone? No soldiers with her?"
about itself, and Dust is formed. The first angels condensed out of Dust, and the Authority was the first of all. He told those who came after him that he had created them, but it was a lie. One of those who came later was wiser than he was, and she found out the truth, so he banished her. We serve her still. And the Authority still reigns in the Kingdom, and Metatron is his Regent.
"And Lyras not harmed?"
"Do they," said Will. "And shes hiding... Thats what I dont understand. Hiding from the Church?"
"I feel that he is close. Hell be here very soon. When he returns, we shall talk. Talking is best."
"My father has just died, thats why. He would have told me all he knew, if he hadnt been killed. You say its a world, do you mean a world like this one, another universe?"
None of them expected that. The attacker threw up his wings, Balthamos flung his arm across his eyes, and only Baruch had the presence of mind to hold on. But Will could see what it was, this enemy: another angel, much bigger and stronger than they were, and Baruchs hand was clamped over his mouth.
his fingers light and cool against Wills palm.
Will felt in the air with the tip of the knife: any world, out of this one. He cut swiftly, and looked up: that otherangel from the sky was only seconds away, and his expression was terrifying. Even from that distance, and even in that urgent second or so, Will felt himself searched and scoured from one end of his being to the other by some vast, brutal, and merciless intellect.
"I hate this," said Will passionately, "truly, truly, I hate this killing! When will it stop?"
"That was Metatron," said Balthamos. "You should have...”
They were on a sandy beach under a brilliant moon. Giant fernlike trees grew some way inland; low dunes extended for miles along the shore. It was hot and humid.
"He has delegated much of his power," Balthamos interrupted, "to Metatron. Youve seen what hes like. We escaped from him before, and now hes seen us again, and what is more, hes seen you, and hes seen the knife. I did say...”
"Where is your companion now?" he said.
He hurled himself at Will, shaking his arm, his shoulder, his hands, and the attacker was trying to shout again, but Baruchs hand was over his mouth. From above came a deep tremor, like a mighty dynamo, almost too low to hear, though it shook the very atoms of the air and jolted the marrow in Wills bones.
"Then sleep, and Ill watch out for danger. Will, I have been short with you, and it was wrong of me. You have the greatest burden, and I should help you, not chide you. I shall try to be kinder from now on."
"Well," said Will, "thank you."
"It seems so."
Next day Will walked for hours and saw no one. The country consisted for the most part of low hills covered in short dry grass, and whenever he found himself on any sort of high point, he looked all around for signs of human habitation, but found none. The only variation in the dusty brown-green emptiness was a distant smudge of darker green, which he made for because Balthamos said it was a forest and there was a river there, which led south. When the sun was at its height, he tried and failed to sleep among some low bushes; and as the evening approached, he was footsore and weary.
"And I shall stay with you, Will," said Balthamos.
"Oh, no, thats not going to happen," said Will. "Youre making it harder for me to reach Lyra, not easier. Shes the most important thing, and youre forgetting her completely. Well, Im not. Why dont you just go to Lord Asriel and leave me alone? Make him listen. You could fly to him much more quickly than I can walk, and Im going to find Lyra first, come what may. just do that, just go, just leave me."
Before he let himself rest, he set about collecting wood, and soon came across a circle of charred stones in the grass, where someone else had made a fire long before. He gathered a pile of twigs and heavier branches and with the knife cut them to a useful length before trying to get them lit. He didnt know the best way to go about it, and wasted several matches before he managed to coax the flames into life.
"We must go," said Balthamos faintly. "Quickly Will, quickly, please...”
"And why didnt you go directly to Lord Asriel with your great secret, whatever it is," he said, "instead of looking for me?"
"I cant help that," said Will. "If you cant say anything useful, dont speak at all."
Balthamos moved slightly: he was tempted.
"Metatron? Whos he? Why did he attack? And dont lie to me."
Will followed the angels voice and soon found the spot he described. A stream splashed swiftly between mossy rocks, and disappeared over a lip into a narrow little chasm dark under the overarching trees. Beside the stream, a grassy bank extended a little way back to bushes and undergrowth.
"Hes coming...” Balthamos said, almost sobbing, and now Will did catch some of his fear. "Please, please, Will...”
But the angel was struggling hard, and now he had one wing free and he was forcing himself up from the ground, and Will had to hang on or lose him entirely. Baruch sprang to help him, and forced the attackers head back and back.
"But you need me," said Balthamos stiffly, "because I can pretend to be your daemon, and in Lyras world youd stand out otherwise."
"I shall only do this when its absolutely necessary. Its unspeakably humiliating."
"Its impossible to say," said Baruch. "Everything about it is secret. Even the churches dont know; they tell their believers that theyll live in Heaven, but thats a lie. If people really knew..."
They were both mortally afraid.
He couldnt use the knife: they were all moving too quickly. Instead, he took the electric torch from the rucksack and switched it on.
"If we keep moving toward Lyra," Will said, "will you find us?”
"Balthamos," said Baruch gently, "dont chide Will. We need his help, and he cant be blamed for not knowing what it took us so long to find out."
Baruch said, "Well, there is a world of the dead. Where it is, and what happens there, no one knows. My ghost, thanks to Balthamos, never went there; I am what was once the ghost of Baruch. The world of the dead is just dark to us."
"This is a different world. A different universe."
"Then tell me what you can. Dont keep me in the dark."
"It is a prison camp," said Balthamos. "The Authority established it in the early ages. Why do you want to know? You will see it in time."
"What is it?" Will whispered.
And now there was something to see: above the clouds a shape was glowing, and it was not the moon.
something or someone invisible come into the room and walk across. That had made his hair stand up, and so did this.
By the time he reached the edge of the forest, the sun was low and the air heavy with pollen, so much so that he sneezed several times, startling a bird that flew up shrieking from somewhere nearby.
"I mean, I dont know if you eat at all," Will said, "but if youd like something, youre welcome."
Suddenly, for no reason Will could see, both angels looked up and in the same direction. He followed their gaze, but saw nothing. He had seen his cat do this once: look up alert from her half-sleep and watch
Balthamos looked at Baruch, who shrugged.
"Alone, yes. In hiding."
"Can you, though?"
"Sleep here," said Will.
The sand they stood on was soft, and the slope of the dune nearby was inviting. They could see for miles in the moonlight; they were utterly alone.
He didnt understand. He spread his pale hands and shook his head.
And barely ten minutes later the soft sound of wingbeats came to their ears, and Balthamos stood up eagerly. The next moment, the two angels were embracing, and Will, gazing into the flames, saw their mutual affection. More than affection: they loved each other with a passion.
came closer second by second, the form became bigger and more imposing. He was making straight for them, with unmistakable malevolence.
"Tell me now, then," said Will. "And remember, its no good telling me what I should do, none of it matters to me, none. Only Lyra matters, and my mother. And that," he added to Balthamos, "is the point of all this metaphysical speculation, as you called it."
"The Authority himself dwells in a chamber at the heart of the Mountain. We couldnt get close, although we saw him. His power...”
"Are you going to watch me all the time? Im not going anywhere."
"Would you like some food?"
He turned around to see the two angels talking closely together, and then they came up to him, humble and awkward, but proud, too.
"I think this will nourish me," he said. "One piece is quite enough, thank you."
"Put out the fire," Balthamos whispered.
"Did I kill him?" he said shakily.
A burning stick settled in the fire; a night bird called.
Before he could finish, something hurtled out of the sky and crashed into Balthamos, In a fraction of a second Baruch had leapt on it, and Balthamos was twisting to free his wings. The three beings fought this way and that in the dimness, like great wasps caught in a mighty spiders web, making no sound: all Will could hear was the breaking twigs and the brushing leaves as they struggled together.
His voice made Wills head ring; he had never heard such a cry. And a moment later the angel would have sprung into the air, but Will dropped his torch and leapt forward. He had killed a cliff-ghast, but using the knife on a being shaped like himself was much harder. Nevertheless, he gathered the great beating wings into his arms and slashed again and again at the feathers until the air was filled with whirling flakes of white, remembering even in the sweep of violent sensations the words of Balthamos: You have true flesh, we have not. Human beings were stronger than angels, stronger even than great powers like this one, and it was true: he was bearing the angel down to the ground.
"Yes, I should have," Balthamos agreed, "but I was cross with him, and anxious for you."
He heard Baruch murmur, "The Chariot? Could it be?"
The angel watched with a kind of weary patience.
"And my fathers ghost has gone there."
Balthamos said quietly, "The Authority, God, the Creator, the Lord, Yahweh, El, Adonai, the King, the Father, the Almighty, those were all names he gave himself. He was never the creator. He was an angel like ourselves, the first angel, true, the most powerful, but he was formed of Dust as we are, and Dust is only a name for what happens when matter begins to understand itself. Matter loves matter. It seeks to know more
"We were not sure," said Balthamos, "that he would believe us unless we brought him proof of our good intentions. Two angels of low rank, among all the powers he is dealing with, why should he take us seriously? But if we could bring him the knife and its bearer, he might listen. The knife is a potent weapon, and Lord Asriel would be glad to have you on his side."
The blackbird flew off his shoulder and vanished in midair, and there was the angel again, sulking in the half-light. Before they went back through, Will looked all around, sniffing the air, taking the measure of the world where Lyra was captive.
"Now," said the angel, "we go closer. The valley with the cave runs down from the left side of the glacier, and a river of meltwater runs through it. The head of the valley is here..."
Baruch leaned close and whispered back, "They know were here. Theyve found us. Will, take your knife and...”
Will said, "Ill have to stop here somewhere. You could help look for a good spot. I can hear a stream, see if you can find it."
The angel disappeared. Will trudged on, through the low clumps of heather and bog myrtle, wishing there was such a thing as a path for his feet to follow, and eyeing the light with apprehension: he must choose where to stop soon, or the dark would force him to stop without a choice.
"There is a shrine near the glacier," Baruch ended by saying, "with red silk banners half-torn by the winds. And a young girl brings food to the cave. They think the woman is a saint who will bless them if they look after her needs."
Balthamos looked away.
"I could..."
"I dunno who that is, and he wont come here," he said, "and if he does, he wont know me."
"Well, Im sorry," said Will, "but that sounds feeble to me. If you had any confidence in your secret,
Balthamos looked back, in surprise.
Will looked up.
