Lee Scoresby arranged some furs over Lyra. She curled up close to Roger and they lay together asleep as the balloon swept on toward the Pole. The aeronaut checked his instruments from time to time, chewed on the cigar he would never light with the inflammable hydrogen so close, and huddled deeper into his own furs.

“This little girls pretty important, huh?” he said after several minutes.

“More than she will know,” Serafina Pekkala said.

“Does that mean theres gonna be much in the way of armed pursuit? You understand, Im speaking as a practical man with a living to earn. I cant afford to get busted up or shot to pieces without some kind of compensation agreed to in advance. I aint trying to lower the tone of this expedition, believe me, maam. But John Faa and the gyptians paid me a fee thats enough to cover my time and skill and the normal wear and tear on the balloon, and thats all. It didnt include acts-of-war insurance. And let me tell you, maam, when we land lorek Byrnison on Svalbard, that will count as an act of war.”

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