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there was lord roke； lying in the open on a patch of moss。 how could they not have seen him？ but something had happened； for he wasnt moving。
〃go and bring him back；〃 she said； and the monkey； crouching low； darted from one rock to another； making for the little patch of green among the rocks。 his golden fur was soon darkened by the rain and plastered close to his body； making him smaller and less easy to see； but all the same he was horribly conspicuous。
father macphail； meanwhile； had turned to the bomb again。 the engineers from the generating station had brought their cable right down to it； and the technicians were busy securing the clamps and making ready the terminals。
mrs。 coulter wondered what he intended to do； now that his victim had escaped。 then the president turned to look over his shoulder； and she saw his expression。 it was so fixed and intense that he looked more like a mask than a man。 his lips were moving in prayer； his eyes were turned up wide open as the rain beat into them； and altogether he looked like some gloomy spanish painting of a saint in the ecstasy of martyrdom。 mrs。 coulter felt a sudden bolt of fear； because she knew exactly what he intended： he was going to sacrifice himself。 the bomb would work whether or not she was part of it。
darting from rock to rock； the golden monkey reached lord roke。
〃my left leg is broken；〃 said the gallivespian calmly。 〃the last man stepped on me。 listen carefully。。。”
as the monkey lifted him away from the lights； lord roke explained exactly where the resonating chamber was and how to open it。 they were practically under the eyes of the soldiers； but step by step； from shadow to shadow； the daemon crept with his little burden。
mrs。 coulter； watching and biting her lip； heard a rush of air and felt a heavy knock； not to her body； but to the tree。 an arrow stuck there quivering less than a hands breadth from her left arm。 at once she rolled away； before the witch could shoot another； and tumbled down the slope toward the monkey。
and then everything was happening at once； too quickly： there was a burst of gunfire； and a cloud of acrid smoke billowed across the slope； though she saw no flames。 the golden monkey； seeing mrs。 coulter attacked； set lord roke down and sprang to her defense； just as the witch flew down； knife at the ready。 lord roke pushed himself back against the nearest rock； and mrs。 coulter grappled directly with the witch。
they wrestled furiously among the rocks； while the golden monkey set about tearing all the needles from the witchs cloud…pine branch。
meanwhile； the president was thrusting his lizard daemon into the smaller of the silver mesh cages。 she writhed and screamed and kicked and bit； but he struck her off his hand and slammed the door shut quickly。 the technicians were making the final adjustments； checking their meters and gauges。
out of nowhere a seagull flew down with a wild cry and seized the gallivespian in his claw。 it was the witchs daemon。 lord roke fought hard； but the bird had him too tightly； and then the witch tore herself from mrs。 coulters grasp； snatched the tattered pine branch； and leapt into the air to join her daemon。
mrs。 coulter hurled herself toward the bomb； feeling the smoke attack her nose and throat like claws： tear gas。 the soldiers； most of them； had fallen or stumbled away choking （and where had the gas e from？ she wondered）； but now； as the wind dispersed it； they were beginning to gather themselves again。 the great ribbed belly of the zeppelin bulked over the bomb； straining at its cables in the wind； its silver sides running with moisture。
but then a sound from high above made mrs。 coulters ears ring： a scream so high and horrified that even the golden monkey clutched her in fear。 and a second later； pitching down in a swirl of white limbs； black silk； and green twigs； the witch fell right at the feet of father macphail； her bones crunching audibly on the rock。
mrs。 coulter darted forward to see if lord roke had survived the fall。 but the gallivespian was dead。 his right spur was deep in the witchs neck。
the witch herself was still just alive； and her mouth moved shudderingly； saying； 〃something ing； something else… ing…〃
it made no sense。 the president was already stepping over her body to reach the larger cage。 his daemon was running up and down the sides of the other； her little claws making the silver mesh ring； her voice crying for pity。
the golden monkey leapt for father macphail； but not to attack： he scrambled up and over the mans shoulders to reach the plex heart of the wires and the pipe work； the resonating chamber。 the president tried to grab him； but mrs。 coulter seized the mans arm and tried to pull him back。 she couldnt see： the rain was driving into her eyes； and there was still gas in the air。
and all around there was gunfire。 what was happening？
the floodlights swung in the wind； so that nothing seemed steady； not even the black rocks of the mountainside。 the president and mrs。 coulter fought hand to hand； scratching； punching； tearing； pulling； biting； and she was tired and he was strong； but she was desperate； too； and she might have pulled him away； but part of her was watching her daemon as he manipulated the handles； his fierce black paws snapping the mechanism this way； that way； pulling； twisting； reaching in。。。
then came a blow to her temple。 she fell stunned； and the president broke free and hauled himself bleeding into the cage； dragging the door shut after him。
and the monkey had the chamber open； a glass door on heavy hinges； and he was reaching inside； and there was the lock of hair： held between rubber pads in a metal clasp！ still more to undo； and mrs。 coulter was hauling herself up with shaking hands。 she shook the silvery mesh with all her might； looking up at the blade； the sparking terminals； the man inside。 the monkey was unscrewing the clasp； and the president； his face a mask of grim exultation； was twisting wires together。
there was a flash of intense white； a lashing crack； and the monkeys form was flung high in the air。 with him came a little cloud of gold： was it lyras hair？ was it his own fur？ whatever it was； it blew away at once in the dark。 mrs。 coulters right hand had convulsed so tightly that it clung to the mesh； leaving her half…lying； half…hanging； while her head rang and her heart pounded。
but something had happened to her sight。 a terrible clarity had e over her eyes； the power to see the most tiny details； and they were focused on the one detail in the universe that mattered： stuck to one of
the pads of the clasp in the resonating chamber； there was a single dark gold hair。
she cried a great wail of anguish； and shook and shook the cage； trying to loosen the hair with the little strength she had left。 the president passed his hands over his face； wiping it clear of the rain。 his mouth moved as though he were speaking； but she couldnt hear a word。 she tore at the mesh； helpless； and then hurled her whole weight against the machine as he brought two wires together with a spark。 in utter silence the brilliant silver blade shot down。
something exploded； somewhere； but mrs。 coulter was beyond feeling it。
there were hands lifting her up： lord asriels hands。 there was nothing to be surprised at anymore； the intention craft stood behind him； poised on the slope and perfectly level。 he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the craft； ignoring the gunfire； the billowing smoke； the cries of alarm and confusion。
〃is he dead？ did it go off？〃 she managed to say。
lord asriel climbed in beside her； and the snow leopard leapt in； too； the half…stunned monkey in her mouth。 lord asriel took the controls and the craft sprang at once into the air。 through pain…dazed eyes mrs。 coulter looked down at the mountain slope。 men were running here and there like ants； some lay dead； while others crawled brokenly over the rocks； the great cable from the generating station snaked down through the chaos； the only purposeful thing in sight； making its way to the glittering bomb； where the presidents body lay crumpled inside the cage。
〃lord roke？〃 said lord asriel。
〃dead；〃 she whispered。
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