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And so it might have been, if a certain cliff-ghast, busy feasting on a half-dead warrior, had not looked up just as a random searchlight caught the side of the crystal litter.
Something stirred in the cliff-ghast's memory. He paused, one hand on the warm liver, and as his brother knocked him aside, the it, and now Lord Asriel was climbing down into a series of caverns and tunnels extending a long way below the fortress.
It wasn't totally dark, as he'd thought. There was a faint source of illumination, like a stream of billions of tiny particles, faintly glowing. They flowed steadily down the tunnel like a river of light.
"Dust," he said to his daemon.
He had never seen it with the naked eye, but then he had never recollection of a babbling Arctic fox came to his mind.At once he spread his leathery wings and bounded upward, and a moment later the rest of the troop followed.Xaphania and her angels had searched diligently all the night and some of the morning, and finally they had found a minute crack in the mountainside to the south of the fortress, which had not been there the day before. They had explored it and enlarged