To the armory," Lord Asriel said shortly, and turned away to talk quietly with the angel. They shifted on the branches, muttering and raising their wings. But a moment later Salmakia leapt up to join the Chevalier, and called out: She had the golden instrument out in a moment and moved into the moonlight so she could see the dial clearly. Looping back the hair behind her ears, just as Will had seen her mother do, she began to turn the wheels in the old familiar way, and Pantalaimon, mouse-formed now, sat on her knee. He and Lyra stayed with the wolves for a while, and then moved to Oxford to work in the kitchens of Jordan College. There they met Roger, and when Jordan was attacked by the brickburners who lived in the clay beds, they had to escape in a hurry; so she and Will and Roger captured a gyptian narrow boat and sailed it all the way down the Thames, nearly getting caught at Abingdon Lock, and then they'd been sunk by the Wapping pirates and had to swim for safety to a three-masted clipper just setting off for Hang Chow in Cathay to trade for tea. "Where are we now?" said Will to the captain, whose English was limited. "Yeah, because I was tired, I think. Well, we'll see. Just follow the knife?" Lyra was following this closely, and seeing Iorek still unwilling, she said: THIRTY-SIX - THE BROKEN ARROW "Asriel," she called innocently, "may I see how the machine works?" Will had the girl pressed against his chest, with his shoulder curved over to protect her, and he felt her shaking and sobbing against him; but then he thrust the knife into the rotten wood of the door and cut out the lock with a quick slash of the blade. "Good. Thank you, King; your force did well. My Lord Roke, what have you heard?" "But how do people become angels?" "Doesn't it scare you, having your death close by all the time?" said Lyra. Surely it couldn't be her tree? "Are all his people with you, or are they divided as humans are?" "I stole a gyropter. It ran out of fuel and I had to abandon it in the countryside not far from here. The rest of the way I walked." "I can think of many from mine." "Yes," said Lyra, lying earnestly, "oh yes, we'll do that then all right." She looked wildly around and met Lord Roke's eyes for a fraction of a second, glittering in the darkness near the ceiling. He caught her expression at once and understood exactly what she meant him to do. "What is your plan?" The death stood very close, smiling kindly, his face exactly like those of all the others she'd seen; but this was hers, her very own death, and Pantalaimon at her breast howled and shivered, and his ermine shape flowed up around her neck and tried to push her away from the death. But by doing that, he only pushed himself closer, and realizing it, he shrank back toward her again, to her warm throat and the strong pulse of her heart. "Mr. Basilides, good evening to you," said Lord Asriel. "This is our problem, and I would like you to put everything else aside while you deal with it. Tialys? Salmakia?" said Will shakily. "I have no knife," said Father Gomez. "But I have a sacred task. Maybe that is protecting me against these, Specters." "What world do you come from?" said Lyra. "I never seen people like you before.Look," he said, "over there.