Philip Pullman - The Subtle Knife

«Do they speak of it in Siberia, then?» he said, and I told him yes, and on Svalbard, and in every region of the north — our north; and I told him of our pact, and how I'd left our world to seek him and find out.

«And he invited us to join him, sisters. To join his army against the Authority. I wished with all my heart I could pledge us there and then. He showed me that to rebel was right and just, when you considered what the agents of the Authority did in His name. . . . And I thought of the Bolvangar children, and the other terrible mutilations I have seen in our own southlands; and he told me of many more hideous cruelties dealt out in the Authority's name — of how they capture witches, in some worlds, and burn them alive, sisters. Yes, witches like ourselves …»

«He opened my eyes. He showed me things I had never seen, cruelties and horrors all committed in the name of the Authority, all designed to destroy the joys and the truthfulness of life.»

«Oh, sisters, I longed to throw myself and my whole clan into the cause! But I knew I must consult you first, and then fly back to our world and talk to leva Kasku and Reina Miti and the other witch queens.»

«So I left his chamber invisibly and found my cloud-pine and flew away. But before I'd flown far, a great wind came up and hurled me high into the mountains, and I had to take refuge on a clifftop. Knowing the sort of creatures who live on cliffs, I made myself invisible again, and in the darkness I heard voices.»

«It seemed that I'd stumbled on the nesting place of the oldest of all cliff-ghasts. He was blind, and they were bringing him food: some stinking carrion from far below. And they were asking him for guidance.

„Grandfather,“ they said, „how far back does your memory go?“

„Way, way back. Back long before humans,“ he said, and his voice was soft and cracked and frail.

„Is it true that the greatest battle ever known is coming soon, Grandfather?“

„Yes, children,“ he said. „A greater battle than the last one, even. Fine feasting for all of us. These will be days of pleasure and plenty for every ghast in every world.“

„And who's going to win, Grandfather? Is Lord Asriel going to defeat the Authority?“

„Lord Asriel's army numbers millions,“ the old cliff-ghast told them, „assembled from every world. It's a greater army than the one that fought the Authority before, and it's better led. As for the forces of the Authority, why, they number a hundred times as many. But the Authority is age-old, far older even than me, children, and His troops are frightened, and complacent where they're not frightened. It would be a close fight, but Lord Asriel would win, because he is passionate and daring and he believes his cause is just. Except for one thing, children. He hasn't got Aesahaettr. Without Aesahaettr, he and all his forces will go down to defeat. And then we shall feast for years, my children!“»

«And he laughed and gnawed the stinking old bone they'd brought to him, and the others all shrieked with glee.»

«Now, you can imagine how I listened hard to hear more about this Aesahaettr, but all I could hear over the howling of the wind was a young ghast asking, „If Lord Asriel needs Aesahasttr, why doesn't he call him?“»

«And the old ghast said, „Lord Asriel knows no more about Aesahaettr than you do, child! That is the joke! Laugh long and loud...“»

«But as I tried to get closer to the foul things to learn more, my power failed, sisters, I couldn't hold myself invisible any longer. The younger ones saw me and shrieked out, and I had to flee, back into this world through the invisible gateway in the air. A flock of them came after me, and those are the last of them, dead over there.»

«But it's clear that Lord Asriel needs us, sisters. Whoever this Aesahaettr is, Lord Asriel needs us! I wish I could go back to Lord Asriel now and say, „Don't be anxious — we're coming — we the witches of the north, and we shall help you win.“ … Let's agree now, Serafina Pekkala, and call a great council of all the witches, every single clan, and make war!»

Serafina Pekkala looked at Will, and it seemed to him that she was asking his permission for something. But he could give no guidance, and she looked back at Ruta Skadi.

«Not us,» she said. «Our task now is to help Lyra, and her task is to guide Will to his father. You should fly back, agreed, but we must stay with Lyra.»

Ruta Skadi tossed her head impatiently. «Well, if you must,» she said.

Will lay down, because his wound was hurting him — much more now than when it was fresh. His whole hand was swollen. Lyra too lay down, with Pantalaimon curled at her neck, and watched the fire through half-closed lids, and listened sleepily to the murmur of the witches.

Ruta Skadi walked a little way upstream, and Serafina Pekkala went with her.

«Ah, Serafina Pekkala, you should see Lord Asriel,» said the Latvian queen quietly. «He is the greatest commander there ever was. Every detail of his forces is clear in his mind, imagine the daring of it, to make war on the Creator! But who do you think this Aesahaettr can be? How have we not heard of him? And how can we urge him to join Lord Asriel?»

«Maybe it's not a him, sister. We know as little as the young cliff-ghast. Maybe the old grandfather was laughing at his ignorance. The word sounds as if it means 'god destroyer.' Did you know that?»

«Then it might mean us after all, Serafina Pekkala! And if it does, then how much stronger his forces will be when we join them. Ah, I long for my arrows to kill those fiends from Bolvangar, and every Bolvangar in every world! Sister, why do they do it? In every world, the agents of the Authority are sacrificing children to their cruel god! Why? Why?»

«They are afraid of Dust,» said Serafina Pekkala, «though what that is, I don't know.»

«And this boy you've found. Who is he? What world does he come from?»

Serafina Pekkala told her all she knew about Will. «I don't know why he's important,» she finished, «but we serve Lyra. And her instrument tells her that that is her task. And, sister, we tried to heal his wound, but we failed. We tried the holding spell, but it didn't work. Maybe the herbs in this world are less potent than ours. It's too hot here for bloodmoss to grow.»

«He's strange,» said Ruta Skadi. «He is the same kind as Lord Asriel. Have you looked into his eyes?»

«To tell the truth,» said Serafina Pekkala, «I haven't dared.»

The two queens sat quietly by the stream. Time went past; stars set, and other stars rose; a little cry came from the sleepers, but it was only Lyra dreaming. The witches heard the rumbling of a storm, and they saw the lightning play over the sea and the foothills, but it was a long way off.

Later Ruta Skadi said, «The girl Lyra. What of the part she was supposed to play? Is this it? She's important because she can lead the boy to his father? It was more than that, wasn't it?»

«That's what she has to do now. But as for later, yes, far more than that. What we witches have said about the child is that she would put an end to destiny. Well, we know the name that would make her meaningful to Mrs. Coulter, and we know that the woman doesn't know it. The witch she was torturing on the ship near Svalbard nearly gave it away, but Yambe-Akka came to her in time.»

«But I'm thinking now that Lyra might be what you heard those ghasts speak of — this Aesahaettr. Not the witches, not those angel-beings, but that sleeping child: the final weapon in the war against the Authority. Why else would Mrs. Coulter be so anxious to find her?»

«Mrs. Coulter was a lover of Lord Asriel's,» said Ruta Skadi. «Of course, and Lyra is their child…. Serafina Pekkala, if I had borne his child, what a witch she would be! A queen of queens!»