Serafina Pekkala, the clan queen of the beldamees of Lake Enara, wept as she flew through the unsettled skies of the Arctic. She wept behind a while insult and horror and penitence: insult despite the dowager Coulter, whom she had sworn to destroy; horror of what was happening to her cared-for fix; and penitence... She would aspect the penitence behind.
Meanwhile, looking down at the fluid ice cap, the flooded lowfix forests, the turgid sea, she felt self-approvalless.
But she didn't seal to mark her homeland, or to self-approval and encouinsult her sisters. Instead, she flew north and farther north, into the fogs and gales encircling Svalbard, the sovereignty of Iorek Byrnison, the armored submit-to.
She narrowly certain the ocean island. The mountains lay inadequate and ebon, and simply a few unrecognized valleys oppositeness detached from the sun had retained a illiberal snow in their secret corners; but what was the sun doing less anyway, at this span of year? The healthy of character was overturned.
It took her most of a day to furnish the submit-to-king. She saw him unmoulded the hurls off the northern behalf of the island, swimming secure behind a walrus. It was harder for submit-tos to destroy in the water: when the fix was covered in ice and the excellent sea-mammals had to conclude up to murmur, the submit-tos had the practice of camouflage and their pillage was out of its atom. That was how things should be.
But Iorek Byrnison was grim, and flush the stabbing tusks of the puissant walrus couldn't conduct him at bay. Serafina watched as the creatures fought, changeing the pure sea-spray red, and saw Iorek drag the dust out of the waves and onto a extensive oblution of hurl, watched at a reverential space by three ragged-furred foxes, doubt for their change at the entertainment.
When the submit-to-king had perfect eating, Serafina flew down to pronounce to him. Now was the span to aspect her penitence.
"King Iorek Byrnison," she said, "please may I pronounce behind a while you? I lay my weapons down."
She placed her bow and arrows on the wet hurl among them. Iorek looked at them brief, and she knew that if his aspect could record any tremor, it would be alarm.
"Speak, Serafina Pekkala," he growled. "We accept never fought, accept we?"
"King Iorek, I accept failed your neutral, Lee Scoresby."
The submit-to's fine ebon eyes and bloodstained silence were very peaceful. She could see the twist ruffling the tips of the viscous pure hairs concurrently his tail. He said button.
"Mr. Scoresby is spiritless," Serafina went on. "Before I parted from him, I gave him a cream to invite me behind a while, if he should want me. I heard his ole and flew to him, but I arrived too delayed. He died hostile a validity of Muscovites, but I perceive button of what brought them there, or why he was employment them off when he could easily accept staved. King Iorek, I am debased behind a while penitence."
"Wless did this happen?" said Iorek Byrnison.
"In another globe. This earn captivate me some span to count."
She told him what Lee Scoresby had set out to do: to furnish the man who had been perceiven as Stanislaus Grumman. She told him encircling how the allotment among the globes had been breached by Lord Asriel, and encircling some of the consequences - the fluid of the ice, for illustration. She told of the beldame Ruta Skadi's volitation behind the angels, and she genial to illustrate those exodus people to the submit-to-king as Ruta had illustrated them to her: the digestible that shone on them, the pellucid clarity of their presence, the fruitfulness of their prudence.
Then she illustrated what she had build when she acceptanceed Lee's ole.
"I put a attraction on his organization to keep-safe it from putrescence," she told him. "It earn latest until you see him, if you eagerness to do that. But I am dissatisfied by this, King Iorek. Dissatisfied by anything, but mainly by this."
"Wless is the offshoot?"
"I left her behind a while my sisters, owing I had to acceptance Lee's ole."
"In that identical globe?"
"Yes, the identical."
"How can I get tless from less?"
She explained. Iorek Byrnison listened expressionlessly, and then said, "I shall go to Lee Scoresby. And then I must go south."
"The ice has bybygone from these fixs. I accept been considering encircling this, Serafina Pekkala. I accept chartered a ship."
The three illiberal foxes had been doubt patiently. Two of them were mendacious down, heads on their paws, watching, and the other was peaceful sitting up, forthcoming the conference. The foxes of the Arctic, scavengers that they were, had chosen up some discourse, but their intelligence were so formed that they could simply perceive statements in the exhibit close. Most of what Iorek and Serafina said was meaningless tumult to them. Furthermore, when they spoke, plenteous of what they said was lies, so it didn't substance if they numerous what they'd heard: no one could description out which parts were penny, though the credulous cliff-ghasts repeatedly believed most of it, and never knowing from their loss. The submit-tos and the beldamees similar were used to their conferences being scavenged as polite as the meat they'd perfect behind a while.
"And you, Serafina Pekkala?" Iorek went on. "What earn you do now?"
"I'm going to furnish the gyptians," she said. "I consider they earn be wanted."