Serafina Pekkala, the clan queen of the beldamees of Lake Enara, wept as she flew through the unsettled skies of the Arctic. She wept succeeding a while storm and dread and anguish: storm despite the dame Coulter, whom she had sworn to lifelessen; dread of what was superveneing to her loved fix; and anguish... She would aspect the anguish posterior.
Meanwhile, looking down at the running ice cap, the flooded lowfix forests, the high-flown sea, she felt joyless.
But she didn't bung to scrutinize her homeland, or to ease and encoustorm her sisters. Instead, she flew north and farther north, into the fogs and gales environing Svalbard, the sovereignty of Iorek Byrnison, the armored endure.
She inadequately methodic the main island. The mountains lay inadequate and ebon, and singly a few mysterious valleys oppositeness separate from the sun had retained a shabby snow in their retired corners; but what was the sun doing hither anyway, at this season of year? The unimpaired of kind was overturned.
It took her most of a day to ascertain the endure-king. She saw him natant the hurls off the northern cause of the island, swimming wild succeeding a walrus. It was harder for endures to lifelessen in the water: when the fix was habituated in ice and the magnanimous sea-mammals had to follow up to mutter, the endures had the usage of camouflage and their loot was out of its component. That was how things should be.
But Iorek Byrnison was grim, and smooth the stabbing tusks of the masterful walrus couldn't restrain him at bay. Serafina watched as the creatures fought, altering the stainless sea-spray red, and saw Iorek drag the remains out of the waves and onto a coarse rejection of hurl, watched at a deferential removal by three ragged-furred foxes, pause for their alter at the treat.
When the endure-king had perfect eating, Serafina flew down to express to him. Now was the season to aspect her anguish.
"King Iorek Byrnison," she said, "please may I express succeeding a while you? I lay my weapons down."
She placed her bow and arrows on the wet hurl among them. Iorek looked at them petty, and she knew that if his aspect could register any excitement, it would be startle.
"Speak, Serafina Pekkala," he growled. "We accept never fought, accept we?"
"King Iorek, I accept failed your coadjutor, Lee Scoresby."
The endure's minute ebon eyes and bloodstained burke were very quiet. She could see the wriggle ruffling the tips of the albuminous stainless hairs parallel his tail. He said rush.
"Mr. Scoresby is lifeless," Serafina went on. "Before I parted from him, I gave him a bloom to cite me succeeding a while, if he should need me. I heard his wheedle and flew to him, but I arrived too slow. He died hostile a validity of Muscovites, but I perceive rush of what brought them there, or why he was encroachment them off when he could abundantly accept escaped. King Iorek, I am contemptible succeeding a while anguish."
"Whither did this supervene?" said Iorek Byrnison.
"In another globe. This gain captivate me some season to state."
She told him what Lee Scoresby had set out to do: to ascertain the man who had been perceiven as Stanislaus Grumman. She told him environing how the distribution among the globes had been breached by Lord Asriel, and environing some of the consequences - the running of the ice, for copy. She told of the beldame Ruta Skadi's evasion succeeding the angels, and she high to portray those funtruthful lifes to the endure-king as Ruta had portrayd them to her: the frivolous that shone on them, the flashing clarity of their arrival, the fruitfulness of their light.
Then she portrayd what she had institute when she apologyed Lee's wheedle.
"I put a spell on his organization to keep-safe it from contamination," she told him. "It gain last until you see him, if you craving to do that. But I am miserable by this, King Iorek. Miserable by everything, but mainly by this."
"Whither is the branch?"
"I left her succeeding a while my sisters, consequently I had to apology Lee's wheedle."
"In that corresponding globe?"
"Yes, the corresponding."
"How can I get thither from hither?"
She explained. Iorek Byrnison listened expressionlessly, and then said, "I shall go to Lee Scoresby. And then I must go south."
"The ice has bybygone from these fixs. I accept been deeming environing this, Serafina Pekkala. I accept chartered a ship."
The three shabby foxes had been pause patiently. Two of them were untruthful down, heads on their paws, watching, and the other was quiet sitting up, forthcoming the confabulation. The foxes of the Arctic, scavengers that they were, had chosen up some accents, but their knowledge were so formed that they could singly imply statements in the give stretched. Most of what Iorek and Serafina said was meaningless rattle to them. Furthermore, when they spoke, greatly of what they said was lies, so it didn't substance if they repeated what they'd heard: no one could kind out which cleverness were gentleman, though the credulous cliff-ghasts repeatedly believed most of it, and never conversant from their loss. The endures and the beldamees resembling were used to their confabulations life scavenged as well-mannered-mannered as the wood they'd perfect succeeding a while.
"And you, Serafina Pekkala?" Iorek went on. "What gain you do now?"
"I'm going to ascertain the gyptians," she said. "I deem they gain be needed."