Balthamos felt the death of Baruch the moment it happened. He cried aloud and soared into the night air over the tundra, flailing his wings and sobbing his anguish into the clouds; and it was some time before he could compose himself and go back to Will, who was wide awake, knife in hand, peering up into the damp and chilly murk. They were back in Lyras world.

"What is it?" said Will as the angel appeared trembling beside him. "Is it danger? Get behind me...”

"Baruch is dead," cried Balthamos, "my dear Baruch is dead...”

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