Caravaggio The Fortune TellerCaravaggio The Conversion on the Way to DamascusCaravaggio The Annunciation
far from being young.
"Your name is Will?" she said.
"Yes, but—"
"Why are the Specters afraid of you?"
"Because of the knife. Where's the nearest one? Tell me! I want to kill it!"
But Lyra "Now listen," she said. "There's a cave in these woods not far away. Head up the slope and then along the ridge to the left. The Specters won't follow—they don't see us while we're in the air, and they're afraid of you. We'll meet you there. It's a half-hour's walk."came running before the witch could answer."Serafina Pekkala!" she cried, and she threw her arms around the witch and hugged her so tightly that the witch laughed out loud, and kissed the top of her head. "Oh, Serafina, where did you come from like that? We were—those kids—they were kids, and they were going to kill us—did you see them? We thought we were going to die and—oh, I'm so glad you came! I thought I'd never see you again!"Serafina Pekkala looked over Lyra's head to where the Specters were obviously clustering a little way off, and then looked at Will.
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