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"You don't know," said Lyra rudely. "You don't know him any more than you know me."
"I know impertinence when I hear it," said the Lady calmly. "Do as I tell you now and rest. Save your energy for the walking."
Lyra felt mutinous, but the Lady's glittering spurs were very clear in the sunlight, so she said nothing.
The Lady's companionstopped to drink deeply of the ice-cold water.
"I hope that little girl's all right," said Will. "We'd never have got you away if she hadn't woken you up. She went to a holy man to get that powder specially."
"She is all right," saidthere are," said Will. "No one would ever have time to find out."
He swung his rucksack up and led the way along the forest path. The dragonflies relished the fresh, moist air and darted like needles through the shafts of sunlight. The movement of the trees above was less violent, and the leave.
The window looked strange in the dazzling air of the desert, giving onto the deep-shaded bush, a square of thick green