Thursday, 15 January 2009

Rene Magritte Homesickness

Rene Magritte HomesicknessArthur Hughes The King's OrchardArthur Hughes Phyllis
Will and Lyra slept through the night and woke up when the sun struck their eyelids. They actually awoke within seconds of each other, with the same thought; but when they looked around, the Chevalier Tialys was calmly on guard close by.
"The force of the Consistorial Court has retreated," he told them. "Mrs. Coulter is in the hands of King Ogunwe, and on her way to Will took out his last few dried peaches and the stale flat loaf of rye bread, which was all he had left, and shared it among them, though of course the spies did not take much.
"As for water, there doesn't seem to be any around here on this world," Will said. "We'll have to wait till we go back through before we can have a drink."Lord Asriel.""How do you know?" said Will, sitting up stiffly. "Have you been back through the window?""No. We talk through the lodestone resonator. I reported our conversation," Tialys said to Lyra, "to my commander, Lord Roke, and he has agreed that we should go with you to the bear, and that once you have seen him, you will come with us. So we are allies, and we shall help you as much as we can.""Good," said Will. "Then let's eat together. Do you eat our food?""Thank you, yes," said the Lady.

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