"But Iâ€”we only came here becauseâ€”there was a man who stole something of Lyra's, and he wanted the knife, and he said if we brought him that, then he'dâ€”"
"Taymyr," he told her. "My witch is captured. Our companions have been driven away! I am lost!"
Something was badly wrong, and he hadn't noticed it. He dropped the knife and hugged his left hand to himself. The tangle of rope was sodden with blood, and when he pulled it awayâ€”
"So you are angels," she said, "or Watchers, or bene elim. Where are you going?"
The young man sprang forward and slashed at him with the knifeâ€”left, right, left, coming closer and closer, making Will back away till he was trapped in the angle where two sides of the tower met.
She folded the velvet around the alethiometer and thrust it into the rucksack out of sight. Then she stood and looked around for the building where her Scholar would be found, and set off toward it, feeling awkward and defiant.
He moved as if to turn, and Will withdrew. He put a finger to his lips and beckoned to Lyra, and led her to the stairs and up to the next floor.