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Will lay curled up fast asleep, with his head on the rucksack to protect the knife. The cloak had fallen off his shoulder, and she . "I think we should get away from 'em as soon as we can. I reckon if we trap "em in a net or something, Will can cut through and close up and that's it, we'll be free."
"We haven't got a net," he said, "or something. Anyway, I bet they're cleverer than that. He's watching us now."
Pantalaimon was a hawk as he said that, and his eyes were keener than hers. The darkness of the sky was turning minute by minute into the palest ethereal blue, and as she looked across the tucked it around him, pretending that she was taking care to avoid his daemon, and that she had the form of a cat, curled up just as he was. She must be here somewhere, Lyra thought.Carrying the still sleepy Pantalaimon, she walked away from Will and sat down on the slope of a sand dune a little way off, so their voices wouldn't wake him."Those little people," Pantalaimon said."I don't like 'em," said Lyra decisively
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