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CONTENTS

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Into this wild abyss,

The womb of nature and perhaps her grave,

Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire,

But all these in their pregnant causes mixed

Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight,

Unless the almighty maker them ordain

His dark materials to create more worlds,

Into this wild abyss the wary fiend

Stood on the brink of hell and looked a while,

Pondering his voyage...

John Milton, Paradise Lost, Book II

The Golden Compass forms the first part of a story in three volumes. The first volume is set in a universe like ours, but different in many ways. The second volume is set in the universe we know. The third volume will move between the universes.

THE GOLDEN

COMPASS

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PART ONE

OXFORD

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ONE

THE DECANTER OF TOKAY

Lyra and her dmon moved through the darkening hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kitchen. The three great tables that ran the length of the hall were laid already, the silver and the glass catching what little light there was, and the long benches were pulled out ready for the guests. Portraits of former Masters hung high up in the gloom along the walls. Lyra reached the dais and looked back at the open kitchen door, and, seeing no one, stepped up beside the high table. The places here were laid with gold, not silver, and the fourteen seats were not oak benches but mahogany chairs with velvet cushions.

Lyra stopped beside the Masters chair and flicked the biggest glass gently with a fingernail. The sound rang clearly through the hall.

Youre not taking this seriously, whispered her dmon. Behave yourself.

Her dmons name was Pantalaimon, and he was currently in the form of a moth, a dark brown one so as not to show up in the darkness of the hall.

Theyre making too much noise to hear from the kitchen, Lyra whispered back. And the Steward doesnt come in till the first bell. Stop fussing.

But she put her palm over the ringing crystal anyway, and Pantalaimon fluttered ahead and through the slightly open door of the Retiring Room at the other end of the dais. After a moment he appeared again.

Theres no one there, he whispered. But we must be quick.

Crouching behind the high table, Lyra darted along and through the door into the Retiring Room, where she stood up and looked around. The only light in here came from the fireplace, where a bright blaze of logs settled slightly as she looked, sending a fountain of sparks up into the chimney. She had lived most of her life in the College, but had never seen the Retiring Room before: only Scholars and their guests were allowed in here, and never females. Even the maid-servants didnt clean in here. That was the Butlers job alone.

Pantalaimon settled on her shoulder.

Happy now? Can we go? he whispered.

Dont be silly! I want to look around!

It was a large room, with an oval table of polished rosewood on which stood various decanters and glasses, and a silver smoking stand with a rack of pipes. On a sideboard nearby there was a little chafing dish and a basket of poppy heads.

They do themselves well, dont they, Pan? she said under her breath.

She sat in one of the green leather armchairs. It was so deep she found herself nearly lying down, but she sat up again and tucked her legs under her to look at the portraits on the walls. More old Scholars, probably; robed, bearded, and gloomy, they stared out of their frames in solemn disapproval.

What dyou think they talk about? Lyra said, or began to say, because before shed finished the question she heard voices outside the door.

Behind the chairquick! whispered Pantalaimon, and in a flash Lyra was out of the armchair and crouching behind it. It wasnt the best one for hiding behind: shed chosen one in the very center of the room, and unless she kept very quiet...

The door opened, and the light changed in the room; one of the incomers was carrying a lamp, which he put down on the sideboard. Lyra could see his legs, in their dark green trousers and shiny black shoes. It was a servant.

Then a deep voice said, Has Lord Asriel arrived yet?

It was the Master. As Lyra held her breath, she saw the servants dmon (a dog, like all servants dmons) trot in and sit quietly at his feet, and then the Masters feet became visible too, in the shabby black shoes he always wore.

No, Master, said the Butler. No word from the aerodock, either.

I expect hell be hungry when he arrives. Show him straight into Hall, will you?

Very good, Master.

And youve decanted some of the special Tokay for him?

Yes, Master. The 1898, as you ordered. His Lordship is very partial to that, I remember.

Good. Now leave me, please.

Do you need the lamp, Master?

Yes, leave that too. Look in during dinner to trim it, will you?

The Butler bowed slightly and turned to leave, his dmon trotting obediently after him. From her not-much-of-a-hiding place Lyra watched as the Master went to a large oak wardrobe in the corner of the room, took his gown from a hanger, and pulled it laboriously on. The Master had been a powerful man, but he was well over seventy now, and his movements were stiff and slow. The Masters dmon had the form of a raven, and as soon as his robe was on, she jumped down from the wardrobe and settled in her accustomed place on his right shoulder.

Lyra could feel Pantalaimon bristling with anxiety, though he made no sound. For herself, she was pleasantly excited. The visitor mentioned by the Master, Lord Asriel, was her uncle, a man whom she admired and feared greatly. He was said to be involved in high politics, in secret exploration, in distant warfare, and she never knew when he was going to appear. He was fierce: if he caught her in here shed be severely punished, but she could put up with that.

What she saw next, however, changed things completely.

The Master took from his pocket a folded paper and laid it on the table beside the wine. He took the stopper out of the mouth of a decanter containing a rich golden wine, unfolded the paper, and poured a thin stream of white powder into the decanter before crumpling the paper and throwing it into the fire. Then he took a pencil from his pocket, stirred the wine until the powder had dissolved, and replaced the stopper.

His dmon gave a soft brief squawk. The Master replied in an undertone, and looked around with his hooded, clouded eyes before leaving through the door hed come in by.

Lyra whispered, Did you see that, Pan?

Of course I did! Now hurry out, before the Steward comes!

But as he spoke, there came the sound of a bell ringing once from the far end of the hall.

Thats the Stewards bell! said Lyra. I thought we had more time than that.

Pantalaimon fluttered swiftly to the hall door, and swiftly back.

The Stewards there already, he said. And you cant get out of the other door...

The other door, the one the Master had entered and left by, opened onto the busy corridor between the library and the Scholars common room. At this time of day it was thronged with men pulling on their gowns for dinner, or hurrying to leave papers or briefcases in the common room before moving into the hall. Lyra had planned to leave the way shed come, banking on another few minutes before the Stewards bell rang.

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