Lyra had to adjust to her new sense of her own story, and that couldnt be done in a day. To see Lord Asriel as her father was one thing, but to accept Mrs.

Coulter as her mother was nowhere near so easy. A couple of months ago she would have rejoiced, of course, and she knew that too, and felt confused.

But, being Lyra, she didnt fret about it for long, for there was the fen town to explore and many gyptian children to amaze. Before the three days were up she was an expert with a punt (in her eyes, at least) and shed gathered a gang of urchins about her with tales of her mighty father, so unjustly made captive.

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