Costa laughed

"No, 'cause girls en't allowed at the High Table. But I seen his body afterwards when they laid him out. His skin was all withered like an elderly apple, & his eyes were beginning from his head. In fact, they had to push 'em back in the sockets...."
& so on.
Meanwhile, around the edges of the fen country, the police were knocking at doors, searching attics & outhouses, inspecting papers & interrogating everyone who claimed to have seen a blond tiny girl; & in Oxford the search was even fiercer. Jordan College was scoured from the dustiest boxroom to the darkest cellar, & so were Gabriel & St. Michael's, till the heads of all the colleges issued a joint protest asserting their ancient rights. The only notion Lyra had of the search for her was the continual drone of the gas engines of airships crisscrossing the skies. They weren't visible, because the clouds were low & by statute airships had to keep a definite height above fen country, but who knew what crafty spy devices they might carryover? Best to keep under cover when they heard them, or wear the oilskin sou'wester over her bright distinctive hair.GHD red
& they questioned Ma Costa about every detail of the story of her birth. They wove the details in to a mental tapestry even clearer & sharper than the tales they made up, & lived over & over again the flight from the cottage, the concealment in the closet, the harsh-voiced challenge, the clash of swords-
By the finish of the fourth repetition of the story Lyra was perfectly satisfied they did keep in mind it, & even volunteered details of the color of Mr. Coulter's coat & the cloaks & furs hanging in the closet. Ma Costa laughed.GHD Precious Gift Set
"Swords? Great God, girl, you dreaming?" Ma Costa said. "Mr. Coulter had a gun, & Lord Asriel knocked it out his hand & struck him down with one blow. Then there was five shots. I wonder you don't remember; you ought to, tiny as you were. The first shot was Edward Coulter, who reached his gun & fired, & the second was Lord Asriel, who tore it out his grasp a second time & turned it on him. Shot him right between the eyes & dashed his brains out. Then they says chilled as paint, 'Come out, Mrs. Costa, & bring the infant,' because you were setting up such a howl, you & that daemon both; & they took you up & dandled you & sat you on his shoulders, jogging up & down in high nice humor with the dead man at his feet, & called for wine & bade me swab the floor."GHD Precious

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