Lyra & Pan
3.03 THE INTENTION CRAFT
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"Well, suddenly finding I've got a whole life to live, but no…but no idea what to do with it, well, it's like having the alethiometer but no idea how to read it. […] I'm lost, really, now."
They looked at her: her eyes were glittering more than usual, her chin was held high with a look she'd learned from Will without knowing it. She looked defiant as well as lost, Dame Hannah thought, and admired her for it; and the Master saw something else—he saw how the child's unconscious grace had gone, and how she was awkward in her growing body. But he loved the girl dearly, and he felt half-proud and half in awe of the beautiful adult she would be, so soon.
He said, "You will never be lost while this college is standing, Lyra."
— The Amber Spyglass; Chapter 38
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She sat beside Will, and her eyes never left Pantalaimon, who stood trembling at the shore end of the jetty; but as the boatman let go of the iron ring and swung his oars out to pull the boat away, the little dog dæmon trotted helplessly out to the very end, his claws clicking softly on the soft planks, and stood watching, just watching, as the boat drew away and the jetty faded and vanished in the mist.
Then Lyra gave a cry so passionate that even in that muffled, mist-hung world it raised an echo, but of course it wasn’t an echo, it was the other part of her crying in turn from the land of the living as Lyra moved away into the land of the dead.
“My heart, Will …” she groaned, and clung to him, her wet face contorted with pain.
And thus the prophecy that the Master of Jordan College had made to the Librarian, that Lyra would make a great betrayal and it would hurt her terribly, was fulfilled.
The Amber Spyglass, Chapter 21: The Harpies
HIS DARK MATERIALS (2019—2022)
1.01 Lyra’s Jordan | 3.04 Lyra and Her Death
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