Gustav Klimt Danae (detail)

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Not who?"
"Not him."
He extended a yellow-gray ringer, pointing directly at Pantalaimon, whose red-brown stoat form immediately became ermine white.
"But he is me!" Lyra said.
"If you come, he must stay."
"But we can't! We'd die!"
looked all around, at the lake, at the jetty, at the rough path, the stagnant puddles, the dead and sodden bushes... Her Pan, alone here: how could he live without her? He was shaking inside her shirt, against her bare flesh, his fur needing her warmth. Impossible! Never!
"He must stay here if you are to come," the boatman said again.
The Lady Salmakia flicked the rein, and her dragonfly skimmed away from "Isn't that what you want?"And then for the first time Lyra truly realized what she was doing. This was the real consequence. She stood aghast, trembling, and clutched her dear daemon so tightly that he whimpered in pain."They..." said Lyra helplessly, then stopped: it wasn't fair to point out that the other three didn't have to give anything up.Will was watching her anxiously. She