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Lyra's Oxford


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From "Lyra and the Birds" in Lyra's Oxford by Philip Pullman

Lyra didn't often climb out of her bedroom window these days. She had a better way on to the roof of Jordan College: the Porter had given her a key that let her on to the roof of the Lodge Tower. He'd let her have it because he was too old to climb the steps and check the stonework and the lead, as was his duty four times a year; so she made a full report to him, and he passed it to the Bursar, and in exchange she was able to get out on to the roof whenever she wanted.

When she lay down on the lead, she was invisible from everywhere except the sky. A little parapet ran all the way around the square roof, and Pantalaimon often draped his pine-marten form over the mock-battlements on the corner facing south and dozed while Lyra sat below with her back against the sun-drenched stone, studying the books shed brought up with her. Sometimes they'd stop and watch the storks that nested on St Michael's tower, just across Turl Street. Lyra had a plan to tempt them over to Jordan, and she'd even dragged several planks of wood up to the roof and laboriously nailed them together to make a platform, just as they'd done at St Michael's; but it hadn't worked. The storks were loyal to St Michael's, and that was that.

"They wouldn't stay for long if we kept on coming here, anyway," said Pantalaimon.

"We could tame them. I bet we could. What do they eat?"

"Fish," he guessed. "Frogs."

He was lying on top of the stone parapet, lazily grooming his red-gold fur. Lyra stood up to lean on the stone beside him, her limbs full of warmth, and gazed out towards the southeast, where a dusty dark green line of trees rose above the spires and rooftops in the early evening air.

She was waiting for the starlings. That year an extraordinary number of them had come to roost in the Botanic Garden, and every evening they would rise out of the trees like smoke and swirl and swoop and dart through the skies above the city in their thousands.

"Millions," Pan said.

"Maybe, easily. I don't know who could ever count them...There they are!"

They didn't seem like individual birds, or even individual dots of black against the blue; it was the flock itself that was the individual. It was like a single piece of cloth, cut in a very complicated way that let it swing through itself and double over and stretch and fold in three dimensions without ever tangling, turning itself inside out and elegantly waving and crossing through and falling and rising and falling again.

"If it was saying something..." said Lyra.

"Like signalling."

"No one would know, though. No one could ever understand what it meant."

"Maybe it means nothing. It just is."

"Everything means something," Lyra said severely. "We just have to find out how to read it."

Pantalaimon leapt across a gap in the parapet to the stone in the corner, and stood on his hind legs, balancing with his tail and gazing more intently at the vast swirling flock over the far side of the city.

"What does that mean, then?" he said.

She knew exactly what he was referring to. She was watching it too. Something was jarring or snagging at the smoke-like, flag-like, ceaseless motion of the starlings, as if that miraculous multi-dimensional cloth had found itself unable to get rid of a knot.

"They?re attacking something," Lyra said, shading her eyes.

And coming closer. Lyra could hear them now, too: a high-pitched angry mindless shriek. The bird at the centre of the swirling anger was darting to right and left, now speeding upwards, now dropping almost to the rooftops, and when it was no closer than the spire of the University Church, and before they could even see what kind of bird it was, Lyra and Pan found themselves shaking with surprise.

For it wasn't a bird, although it was bird-shaped; it was a dæmon. A witch's dæmon.

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Pullman, Philip
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Pullman, Philip
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Pullman, Philip
Pullman, Philip
Philip Pullman, read by the author and a full cast
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Listening Library (Audio)
New York
Science Fiction, Fantasy, & Magic
Oxford (england)
Talking book collection.
Belacqua, Lyra
Fantasy & Magic
General Juvenile Fiction
Children s-Science Fiction and Fantasy
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from 5
1 sound disc (ca. 45 min.
6.06x5.42x.45 in. .24 lbs.
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Product details 1 sound disc (ca. 45 min. pages Listening Library - English 9780807219966 Reviews:
"Synopsis" by , Lyra's Oxford is a short story depicting the fate of Lyra Belacqua after her adventures in the His Dark Materials trilogy.
"Synopsis" by , An exciting new tale set in the world of Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials saga. This collectible hardcover volume includes a short story by Mr. Pullman, plus a fold-out map of Oxford and various "souvenirs" from the past. The book is illustrated throughout with woodcut illustrations by John Lawrence.

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