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ads of the ghosts； who looked up and followed them with wonder； but the silence was immense and oppressive； and the gray light filled him with fear； and lyras warm presence beside him was the only thing that felt like life。
behind them； outside the wall； the screams of the harpies were still echoing up and down the shore。 some of the ghost people were looking up apprehensively； but more of them were staring at will and lyra； and then they began to crowd forward。 lyra shrank back； she didnt have the strength just yet to face them as she would have liked to do； and it was will who had to speak first。
〃do you speak our language？〃 he said。 〃can you speak at all？〃
shivering and frightened and full of pain as he and lyra were； they had more authority than the whole mass of the dead put together。 these poor ghosts had little power of their own； and hearing wills voice； the first clear voice that had sounded there in all the memory of the dead； many of them came forward； eager to respond。
but they could only whisper。 a faint； pale sound； no more than a soft breath； was all they could utter。 and as they thrust forward； jostling and desperate； the gallivespians flew down and darted to and from in front of them； to prevent them from crowding too close。 the ghost children looked up with a passionate longing； and lyra knew at once why： they thought the dragonflies were daemons； they were wishing with all their hearts that they could hold their own daemons again。
〃oh； they ent daemons；〃 lyra burst out passionately； 〃and if my own daemon was here； you could all stroke him and touch him； i promise。。。”
and she held out her hands to the children。 the adult ghosts hung back； listless or fearful； but the children all came thronging forward。 they had as much substance as fog； poor things； and lyras hands passed through and through them； as did wills。 they crammed forward； light and lifeless； to warm themselves at the flowing blood and the strong…beating hearts of the two travelers； and both will and lyra felt a succession of cold； delicate brushing sensations as the ghosts passed through their bodies； warming themselves on the way。 the two living children felt that little by little they were being dead； too； they hadnt got an infinite amount of life and warmth to give； and they were so cold already； and the endless crowds pressing forward looked as if they were never going to stop。
finally lyra had to plead with them to hold back。
she held up her hands and said； 〃please； we wish we could touch you all； but we came down here to look for someone； and i need you to tell me where he is and how to find him。 oh； will；〃 she said； leaning her head to his； 〃i wish i knew what to do！〃
the ghosts were fascinated by the blood on lyras forehead。 it glowed as brightly as a holly berry in the dimness； and several of them had brushed through it； longing for the contact with something so vibrantly alive。 one ghost girl； who when she was alive must have been about nine or ten； reached up shyly to try and touch it； and then shrank back in fear； but lyra said； 〃dont be afraid； we ent e here to hurt you； speak to us； if you can！〃
the ghost girl spoke； but in her thin； pale voice； it was only a whisper。
〃did the harpies do that？ did they try and hurt you？〃
〃yeah；〃 said lyra； 〃but if thats all they can do； i ent worried about them。〃
〃oh； it isnt； oh； they do worse。。。”
〃what？ what do they do？〃
but they were reluctant to tell her。 they shook their heads and kept silent； until one boy said； 〃it ent so bad for them thats been here hundreds of years； because you get tired after all that time； they cant fraid you up so much。。。”
〃its the new ones that they like talking to most；〃 said the first girl。 〃its just。。 。oh； its just hateful。 they。。。 i cant tell you。〃
their voices were no louder than dry leaves falling。 and it was only the children who spoke； the adults all seemed sunk in a lethargy so ancient that they might never move or speak again。
〃listen；〃 said lyra； 〃please listen。 we came here； me and my friends； because we got to find a boy called roger。 he ent been here long； just a few weeks； so he wont know very many people； but if you know where he is。。。〃
but even as she spoke； she knew that they could stay here till they grew old； searching everywhere and looking at every face； and still they might never see more than a tiny fraction of the dead。 she felt despair sit on her shoulders； as heavy as if the harpy herself were perching there。
however； she clenched her teeth and tried to hold her chin high。 we got here； she thought； thats part of it anyway。
the first ghost girl was saying something in that lost little whisper。
〃why do we want to find him？〃 said will。 〃well； lyra wants to speak to him。 but theres someone i want to find as well。 i want to find my father； john parry。 hes here； too； somewhere； and i want to speak to him before i go back to the world。 so please ask； if you can； ask for roger and for john parry to e and speak to lyra and to will。 ask them。。。”
but suddenly the ghosts all turned and fled； even the grownups； like dry leaves scattered by a sudden gust of wind。 in a moment the space around the children was empty； and then they heard why。 screams； cries； shrieks came from the air above； and then the harpies were on them； with gusts of rotten stink； battering wings； and those raucous screams； jeering； mocking； cackling； deriding。
lyra shrank to the ground at once； covering her ears； and will； knife in hand； crouched over her。 he could see tialys and salmakia skimming toward them； but they were some way off yet； and he had a moment or two to watch the harpies as they wheeled and dived。 he saw their human faces snap at the air； as if they were eating insects； and he heard the words they were shouting； scoffing words； filthy words； all about his mother； words that shook his heart； but part of his mind was quite cold and separate； thinking； calculating； observing。 none of them wanted to e anywhere near the knife。
to see what would happen； he stood up。 one of them； it might have been no…name herself； had to swerve heavily out of the way； because shed been diving low； intending to skim just over his head。 her
heavy wings beat clumsily； and she only just made the turn。 he could have reached out and slashed off her head with the knife。
by this time the gallivespians had arrived； and the two of them were about to attack； but will called： 〃tialys！ e here！ salmakia； e to my hand！〃
they landed on his shoulders； and he said； 〃watch。 see what they do。 they only e and scream。 i think it was a mistake when she hit lyra。 i dont think they want to touch us at all。 we can ignore them。〃
lyra looked up； wide…eyed。 the creatures flew around wills head； sometimes only a foot or so away； but they always swerved aside or upward at the last moment。 he could sense the two spies eager for battle； and the dragonflies wings were quivering with desire to dart through the air with their deadly riders； but they held themselves back： they could see he was right。
and it had an effect on the ghosts； too： seeing will standing unafraid and unharmed； they began to drift back toward the travelers。 they watch