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Lyra could see the pair of them bristling, but Tialys was looking at Will's hand, which was on the sheath at his belt, and she knew he was thinking that while Will had the knife, he was stronger than they were. At all costs they mustn't know it was broken, then.
"Very well," said ," said Salmakia. "We saw him fight. We'll help you do that. But then you must come with us to Lord Asriel."
"Yes," said Lyra, lying earnestly, "oh yes, we'll do that then all right."
Pantalaimon was calmer now, and curious, so she let him climb to her shoulder and change. He became a dragonfly, as big as the two that were skimming through the air as they spoke, and darted up to join them.
"That poison," Lyra said, turning back to the Gallivespians, "in your spurs, I mean, is it deadly? Because you stung my mother, Mrs. Coulter, didn't you? Will she die?"
"It was only a light sting," said Tialys. "A full dose would have killed her, yesthe Chevalier. "We shall help you, because that's the task we've been given. But you must let us know what you intend to do.""That's fair," said Will. "I'll tell you. We're going back into Lyra's world as soon as we've rested, and we're going to find a friend of ours, a bear. He's not far away.""The bear with the armor? Very well