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father did it? Lord Asriel? He played a trick on them…"
As they walked up the Banbury Road, she told him about the night she hid in the wardrobe and watched Lord Asriel show the , and the hornbeam trees. There was very little traffic now: a car every minute or so, no more than that. And there was the window. Will felt himself smiling. It was going to be all right.
"Wait till there's no cars coming," he said. "I'm going through now."
And a moment later he was on the grass under the palm trees, and a second Jordan Scholars the severed head of Stanislaus Grumman in the vacuum flask. And since Will was such a good audience, she went on and told him the rest of her story, from the time she escaped from Mrs. Coulter's flat to the horrible moment when she realized she'd led Roger to his death on the icy cliffs of Svalbard. Will listened without comment, but attentively, with sympathy. Her account of a voyage in a balloon, of armored bears and witches, of a vengeful arm of the Church, seemed all of a piece with his own fantastic dream of a beautiful city on the sea, empty and silent and safe: it couldn't be true, it was as simple as that.But eventually they reached the ring road
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