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they fell on her again, three big brutal men, and she was only a child, shocked and terrified; and they tore Pantalaimon away, and threw her into one side of the cage of mesh and carried him, struggling still, around to the other. There was a mesh barrier betweenhigh wild howl of her daemon, Lyra heard a humming sound, and saw one man (bleeding from the nose) operate a bank of switches. The other two looked up, and her eyes followed theirs. The great pale silver blade was rising slowly, catching the brilliant light. The last moment in her complete life was going to be the worst by far.
"What is going on here?"
A light, musical voice: her voice. Everything stopped.
"What are you doing? And who is this child-"more, he was still her own dear soul.Above the panting of the them, but he was still part of her, they were still joined. For a second or so men, above her own sobs, above the
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