"I thought of waking them to tell them myself. I thought of telling you and letting you have the
"We saw many other things. We met an angel," said Pantalaimon quickly. "And we saw the world where the little people come from, the Gallivespians. There are big people there, too, who try and kill them."
They moved closer over the grass and touched the sleepers softly with nose, paw, whiskers, bathing in the life-giving warmth they gave off, but being infinitely careful not to wake them.
"Those two have changed many things. We are all learning new ways, even witches. But one thing hasnt changed: you must help your humans, not hinder them. You must help them and guide them and encourage them toward wisdom. Thats what daemons are for."
"In leaving you both on the shores of the world of the dead, Lyra and Will did something, without knowing it, that witches have done since the first time there were witches. Theres a region of our north land, a desolate, abominable place, where a great catastrophe happened in the childhood of the world, and where nothing has lived since. No daemons can enter it. To become a witch, a girl must cross it alone and leave her daemon behind. You know the suffering they must undergo.
Mary caught her breath. "And Mrs. Coulter?" she said.
"Once in my world," she said, "I saw that woman torturing a witch, and I swore to myself that I would send that arrow into her throat. Now I shall never do that. She sacrificed herself with Lord Asriel to fight the angel and make the world safe for Lyra. They could not have done it alone, but together they did it."
"Serafina Pekkala!" he said joyfully. "Where have you been? Do you know whats happened?"
Instantly, in total silence, both daemons sprang around, becoming wolves: mad light eyes, bare white teeth, menace in every line.
Her branch of cloud-pine lay by the door of Marys house, and as she took it up, the two daemons changed into birds, a nightingale, an owl, and flew with her over the thatched roofs, over the grasslands, over the ridge, and toward the nearest wheel tree grove, as huge as a castle, its crown looking like curds of silver in the moonlight.
"Through many worlds," said Pantalaimon. "Everywhere we found a window, we went through. There are more windows than we thought."
"I have no name. I didnt know I was born until I was torn away from his heart."
"So that was how it was to happen!" said Serafina, marveling. "And now its safe, or it will be when the angels fill the great chasm in the underworld."
"Yes," said Mary, "I recognize that, too."
"I am. My name is Serafina Pekkala. What are you called?"
They sat on the bank over the silver-black water, and Serafina told her that she had spoken to the childrens daemons.
She flew down to the village once more and went silently into the womans house. She knew nothing about Mary except that she came from the same world as Will, and that her part in the events was crucial. Whether she was fierce or friendly, Serafina had no way of telling; but she had to wake Mary up without startling her, and there was a spell for that.
"And you saw...”
She withdrew, taking the dream-Mary with her, until she found herself in the house again, cross-legged on the earthen floor, with Marys eyes glittering as they looked at her.
The two birds sat close, and in a moment they had changed their forms, becoming two doves.
"Hush. Lets fly to a place where we can talk," she said, mindful of the sleeping villagers.
Pantalaimon cried aloud, a pure, cold owl cry, a sound never heard in that world before. In nests and burrows for a long way around, and wherever any small night creature was hunting or grazing or scavenging, a new and unforgettable fear came into being.
She told Mary about the abyss, and about how she herself had found out.
"And how can Will be a witch? I thought all witches were female."
"No," said Pantalaimon. "We are still one. But it was so painful, and we were so frightened..."
"Theyre in love."
The lizard dragged the priests body back to her nest, and her children feasted very well. As for the rifle, it lay in the grass where Father Gomez had laid it down, quietly turning to rust.
They told the witch more of what theyd seen, and they were trying to distract her, and she knew it; but she let them talk, because of the love each one had for the others voice.
"In a few moments," she said, "youll wake up. Dont be alarmed. Youll find me beside you. Im waking you like this so youll know its quite safe and theres nothing to hurt you. And then we can talk properly."
"There is a ship coming," Serafina said. "I left it to fly here and find you. I came with the gyptians, all the way from our world. They will be here in another day or so."
They were silent. Serafina turned to the nightingale and said, "What is your name?"
"Kirjava," said Pantalaimon, trying the sound. "What does it mean?"
"Theyve only just discovered it..."
"Soon you will see what it means. But now," Serafina went on, "you must listen carefully, because Im going to tell you what you should do."
Serafina was silent, because she agreed with them, and she felt sorrowful. She was the wisest one there, and she had to guide them to what was right; but she let their agitation subside before she went on.
There Serafina Pekkala settled on the highest comfortable branch, among the open flowers drinking in the Dust, and the two birds perched nearby.
"Something happened today, or yesterday if its after midnight," Mary said, trying to find the words to explain, and remembering her vision of the Dust flow as a great river like the Mississippi. "Something tiny but crucial... If you wanted to divert a mighty river into a different course, and all you had was a single pebble, you could do it, as long as you put the pebble in the right place to send the first trickle of water that way instead of this. Something like that happened yesterday. I dont know what it was. They saw each other differently, or something... Until then, they hadnt felt like that, but suddenly they did. And then the Dust was attracted to them, very powerfully, and it stopped flowing the other way."
"No," said Kirjava forcefully.
"An Alpine chough... How can you see him?"
"But what happened to Lord Asriel?" said Mary.
The two daemons moved through the silent village, in and out of the shadows, padding cat-formed across the moonlit gathering-floor, pausing outside the open door of Marys house.
"I was flying high," she explained, "looking for a landfall, and I met an angel: a female angel. She was very strange; she was old and young together," she went on, forgetting that that was how she herself appeared to Mary. "Her name was Xaphania. She told me many things... She said that all the history of human life has been a struggle between wisdom and stupidity. She and the rebel angels, the followers of wisdom, have always tried to open minds; the Authority and his churches have always tried to keep them closed. She gave me many examples from my world."
"They went looking for them today," Mary said, "but something else happened. Wills never seen his daemon. He didnt know for certain that he had one."
"Its too soon," said the nightingale. "Its much too soon."
"And the struggle isnt over now, though the forces of the Kingdom have met a setback. Theyll regroup under a new commander and come back strongly, and we must be ready to resist."
"Be patient."
"What will we be?" said Pantalaimon.
But having done it, they find that their daemons were not severed, as in Bolvangar; they are still one whole being; but now they can roam free, and go to far places and see strange things and bring back knowledge.
"No, Ive never seen it, and until the wars began, we had never heard of it."
"We dont want to hear it!" said Pantalaimon.
"Well, if you do return home, you shall have a sister in another world," said Serafina, "and so shall I. We shall see each other again in a day or so, when the ship arrives, and well talk more on the voyage home; and then well part forever. Embrace me now, sister."
"Well, he has. And so have you."
responsibility. But I saw their daemons, and I knew that would be best."
"Ill come," said Mary, sitting up and stretching. "Where are the others?"
They didnt speak. She took her branch of cloud-pine and lifted away from the towering treetops, circling high above, feeling on her skin the coolness of the breeze and the tingle of the starlight and the benevolent sifting of that Dust she had never seen.
"Come with me," she said.
Pantalaimons daemon heart leapt within him, but he said nothing until he could greet her away from the sleepers under the tree.
"Mary began, and found she hadnt considered that for a moment. "I suppose I belong in my own world. Though Ill be sorry to leave this one; Ive been very happy here. The happiest Ive ever been in my life, I think."
"If you could see him," Serafina went on, "you would see a black bird with red legs and a bright yellow beak, slightly curved. A bird of the mountains."
"And for most of that time, wisdom has had to work in secret, whispering her words, moving like a spy through the humble places of the world while the courts and palaces are occupied by her enemies."
"Well," said Serafina, "the two of them will not fly like witches, and they will not live as long as we do; but thanks to what they did, you and they are witch in all but that."
"Does that mean we shall be birds, like witches daemons?" said Pantalaimon.
"Can you see ahead and guess what theyll choose to do?" said Mary.
"Yes," said Kirjava, "we looked closely, and we saw what was happening."
"Wait until she asks," said Serafina. "And she might not. In any case, she has her symbol reader; that will tell her anything she wants to know."
As an answer the witch took an arrow from her quiver. She took her time selecting it: the best, the straightest, the most perfectly balanced.
"Asleep under the tree."
Mary, distressed, said, "How can we tell Lyra?"
"He fought the Regent of Heaven, the angel Metatron, and he wrestled him down into the abyss. Metatron is gone forever. So is Lord Asriel."
Serafina watched from close by, and felt nothing but compassion until she looked at Wills daemon, Kirjava the nightingale. She remembered talking to the witch Ruta Skadi, who had asked, after seeing Will only once, if Serafina had looked into his eyes; and Serafina had replied that she had not dared to. This little brown bird was radiating an implacable ferocity as palpable as heat, and Serafina was afraid of it.
Mary took the spyglass from her pocket and handed it to the witch. Serafina put it to her eye and gasped.
"You wont be birds for long," she said. "Very soon now your shapes will settle. Look around and take this sight into your memory."
They moved out of the house and past the tree with its curtain of all-concealing leaves, and walked down to the river.
Cautiously they looked inside and saw only the sleeping woman; so they withdrew and moved through the moonlight again, toward the shelter tree.
"Yes, you do," said the witch gently.
"With my eyes half-closed, I can see him. If we had time, I could teach you to see him, too, and to see the daemons of others in your world. Its strange for us to think you cant see them."
"You must be the witch," Mary whispered.
"Youll find out sooner than you think. Listen," said Serafina Pekkala, "and Ill tell you some witch-lore that none but witches know. The reason I can do that is that you are here with me, and your humans are down there, sleeping. Who are the only people for whom that is possible?"
After a minute or so Mary said, "Can you see Dust?"
"Witches," said Pantalaimon, "and shamans. So..."
And she broke it in two.
At about the same time, one of the large blue lizards came across the body of Father Gomez. Will and Lyra had returned to the village that afternoon by a different route and hadnt seen it; the priest lay undisturbed where Balthamos had laid him. The lizards were scavengers, but they were mild and harmless creatures, and by an ancient understanding with the mulefa, they were entitled to take any creature left dead after dark.
"You have been keeping away from Will and Lyra to punish them. I know why youre doing that; my Kaisa did just the same after I came through the desolate barrens. But he came to me eventually, because we loved each other still. And they will need you soon to help them do what has to be done next. Because you have to tell them what you know."
Serafina went on: "This may be the last time you fly. I can see a little ahead; I can see that you will both be able to climb this high as long as there are trees this size; but I think you will not be birds when your forms settle. Take in all that you can, and remember it well. I know that you and Lyra and Will are going to think hard and painfully, and I know you will make the best choice. But it is yours to make, and no one elses."
"Where did you go, in your wanderings?" she said.
Serafina said gently, "I can hear from your tone that you know what Im going to say."
Mary watched Serafina Pekkala with a mixture of wariness and admiration: she had never seen a human form so slender and graceful. She seemed younger than Mary herself, though Lyra had said she was hundreds of years old; the only hint of age came in her expression, which was full of a complicated sadness.
"And you are not severed, are you?"
"I can think of many from mine."
The two daemons considered the strangeness of this knowledge.
But eventually they ran out of things to tell her, and they fell silent. The only sound was the gentle, endless whisper of the leaves, until Serafina Pekkala said:
"Turn to look back at the shelter tree."
Its long branches trailed their fragrant corkscrew leaves almost down to the ground. Very slowly, very careful not to rustle a leaf or snap a fallen twig, the two shapes slipped in through the leaf curtain and saw what they were seeking: the boy and the girl,fast asleep in each others arms.
Mary tried to take in all the implications of what Serafina had told her, but it was too hard.
Gradually the ferocity left the gaze of the little brown bird, and Serafina could look at her again. She saw a desolate sadness in its place.
"Yes. We must talk together, and dream talk is hard to control, and harder to remember. Its better to talk awake. Do you prefer to stay inside, or will you walk with me in the moonlight?"
Serafina did and exclaimed again. "They did this?" she said.
Mary stared at her.
"Mary Malone. Ive never been woken so quietly. Am I awake?"
As they checked their people (gently cleaning Wills fast-healing wound, lifting the lock of hair off Lyras face), there was a soft sound behind them.
"And we have to tell them."
Mary did so, and Serafina Pekkala flew away on her cloud-pine branch over the reeds, over the marshes, over the mudflats and the beach, and over the sea, until Mary could see her no more.
A woman stood there, outlined by the moon. It was not Mary, and when she spoke, they heard her clearly, though her voice made no sound.
"I know."
She sat on the floor at the womans head and watched through half-closed eyes, breathing in and out in time with her. Presently her half-vision began to show her the pale forms that Mary was seeing in her dreams, and she adjusted her mind to resonate with them, as if she were tuning a string. Then with a further effort Serafina herself stepped in among them. Once she was there, she could speak to Mary, and she did so with the instant easy affection that we sometimes feel for people we meet in dreams.
"No, but if Lyra returns to her own world, then I will be her sister as long as she lives. What will you do?"
Finally Pantalaimons wild screaming died away, and Kirjava said:
"That is Dust... Its beautiful!"
"Then I shall name you Kirjava."
"And the daemons will have to tell them?" Mary said.
They sat in silence for a while, companionably, as the stars slowly wheeled in the sky.
Then she told Mary what she had said to the daemons, and what it meant.
A moment later they were talking together in a murmured rush of which Mary later remembered nothing, and walking through a silly landscape of reed beds and electrical transformers. It was time for Serafina to take charge.
