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〃you dont have to do anything now but sleep；〃 she said。
the afternoon air was warm and still； and the shade of the tree was drowsy and murmurous with crickets。 less than five minutes after theyd swallowed the last of the drink； both will and lyra were fast asleep。
they are of two sexes？ said atal； surprised。 but how can you tell？
its easy； said mary。 their bodies are different shapes。 they move differently。
they are not much smaller than you。 but they have less sraf。 when will that e to them？
i dont know； mary said。 i suppose sometime soon。 i dont know when it happens to us。
no wheels； said atal sympathetically。
they were weeding the vegetable garden。 mary had made a hoe to save having to bend down； atal used her trunk； so their conversation was intermittent。
but you knew they were ing； said atal。
yes。
was it the sticks that told you？
no； said mary； blushing。 she was a scientist； it was bad enough to have to admit to consulting the i ching； but this was even more embarrassing。 it was a night picture； she confessed。
the mulefa had no single word for dream。 they dreamed vividly； though； and took their dreams very seriously。
you dont like night pictures； atal said。
yes； i do。 but i didnt believe them until now。 i saw the boy and the girl so clearly； and a voice told me to prepare for them。
what sort of voice？ how did it speak if you couldnt see it？
it was hard for atal to imagine speech without the trunk movements that clarified and defined it。 shed stopped in the middle of a row of beans and faced mary with fascinated curiosity。
well； i did see it； said mary。 it was a woman； or a female wise one； like us； like my people。 but very old and yet not old at all。
wise one was what the mulefa called their leaders。 she saw that atal was looking intensely interested。
how could she be old and also not old？ said atal。
it is a make…like； said mary。
atal swung her trunk； reassured。
mary went on as best she could： she told me that i should expect the children； and when they would appear； and where。 but not why。 i must just look after them。
they are hurt and tired； said atal。 will they stop the sraf leaving？
mary looked up uneasily。 she knew without having to check through the spyglass that the shadow particles were streaming away faster than ever。
i hope so； she said。 but i dont know how。
in the early evening； when the cooking fires were lit and the first stars were ing out； a group of strangers arrived。 mary was washing； she heard the thunder of their wheels and the agitated murmur of their talk； and hurried out of her house； drying herself。
will and lyra had been asleep all afternoon； and they were just stirring now； hearing the noise。 lyra sat up groggily to see mary talking to five or six of the mulefa； who were surrounding her； clearly excited； but whether they were angry or joyful； she couldnt tell。
mary saw her and broke away。
〃lyra；〃 she said； 〃somethings happened； theyve found something they cant explain and its。。。 i dont know what it is。。。 ive got to go and look。 its an hour or so away。 ill e back as soon as i can。 help yourself to anything you need from my house； i cant stop； theyre too anxious。。。”
〃all right；〃 said lyra； still dazed from her long sleep。
mary looked under the tree。 will was rubbing his eyes。
〃i really wont be too long；〃 she said。 〃atal will stay with you。〃
the leader was impatient。 mary swiftly threw her bridle and stirrups over his back； excusing herself for being clumsy； and mounted at once。 they wheeled and turned and drove away into the dusk。
they set off in a new direction； along the ridge above the coast to the north。 mary had never ridden in the dark before； and she found the speed even more alarming than by day。 as they climbed； she could see the glitter of the moon on the sea far off to the left； and its silver…sepia light seemed to envelop her in a cool； skeptical wonder。 the wonder was in her； and the skepticism was in the world； and the coolness was in both。
she looked up from time to time and touched the spyglass in her pocket； but she couldnt use it till theyd stopped moving。 and these mulefa were moving urgently； with the air of not wanting to stop for anything。 after an hours hard riding they swung inland； leaving the stone road and moving slowly along a
trail of beaten earth that ran between knee…high grass past a stand of wheel trees and up toward a ridge。 the landscape glowed under the moon： wide； bare hills with occasional little gullies； where streams trickled down among the trees that clustered there。
it was toward one of these gullies that they led her。 she had dismounted when they left the road； and she walked steadily at their pace over the brow of the hill and down into the gully。
she heard the trickling of the spring； and the night wind in the grass。 she heard the quiet sound of the wheels crunching over the hard…packed earth； and she heard the mulefa ahead of her murmuring to one another； and then they stopped。
in the side of the hill； just a few yards away； was one of those openings made by the subtle knife。 it was like the mouth of a cave； because the moonlight shone into it a little way； just as if inside the opening there were the inside of the hill； but it wasnt。 and out of it was ing a procession of ghosts。
mary felt as if the ground had given way beneath her mind。 she caught herself with a start； seizing the nearest branch for reassurance that there still was a physical world； and she was still part of it。
she moved closer。 old men and women； children； babes in arms； humans and other beings； too； more and more thickly they came out of the dark into the world of solid moonlight； and vanished。
that was the strangest thing。 they took a few steps in the world of grass and air and silver light； and looked around； their faces transformed with joy； mary had never seen such joy； and held out their arms as if they were embracing the whole universe； and then； as if they were made of mist or smoke； they simply drifted away； being part of the earth and the dew and the night breeze。
some of them came toward mary as if they wanted to tell her something； and reached out their hands； and she felt their touch like little shocks of cold。 one of the ghosts； an old woman； beckoned； urging her to e close。
then she spoke； and mary heard her say：
〃tell them stories。 they need the truth。 you must tell them true stories； and everything will be well； just tell them stories。〃
that was all； and then she was gone。 it was one of those moments when we suddenly recall a dream that weve unaccountably forgotten； and back in a flood es all the emotion we felt in our sleep。 it was the dream shed tried to describe to atal； the night picture； but as mary tried to find it again； it dissolved and drifted apart； just as these presences did in the open air。 the dream was gone。
all that was left was the sweetness of that feeling； and the injunction to tell them stories。
she looked into the darkness。 as far as she could see into that endless silence； more of these ghosts were ing； thousands upon thousands； like refugees returning to their homeland。
〃tell them stories；〃 she said to herself。
％％。
THIRTY…THREE – MARZIPAN
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next morning lyra woke up from a dream in which pantalaimon had e back to her and revealed his final shape； and she had loved it； but now she had no idea what it was。
the sun hadnt long risen； and the air had a fresh bloom。 she could see the sunlight through the open door of the little thatched hut she slept in； marys house。 she lay for a while listening。 there were birds outside； and some kind of cricket； and mary was breathing quietly in her sleep nearby。
lyra sat up and found herself naked。 she was indignant for a moment； and then she saw some clean clothes folded beside her on the floor： a shirt of marys； a length of soft； light patterned cloth that she could tie into a skirt。 she put them on； feeling swamped in the shirt； but at least decent。
she left the hut。 pantalaimon was nearby； she was sure of it。 she could almost hear him talking and laughing。 it must mean that he was safe； and they were still connected somehow。 and when he forgave h