But something had happened to her sight. A terrible
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her eyes, the power to see the most tiny details, and they were focused on the
one detail in the universe that mattered: stuck to one of the pads of the clasp
in the resonating chamber, there was a single dark gold hair.
She cried
a great wail of anguish, and shook and shook the cage, trying to loosen the hair
with the little strength she had left. The President
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rain. His mouth moved as though he were speaking, but she couldn't hear a word.
She tore at the mesh, helpless, and then hurled her whole weight against the
machine as he brought two wires together with a spark. In utter silence the
brilliant silver blade shot down.
Something exploded, somewhere, but
Mrs. Coulter was beyond feeling it.
There were hands lifting
her
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Asriel's hands. There was nothing to be surprised at anymore; the intention
craft stood behind him, poised on the slope and perfectly level. He lifted her
in his arms and carried her to the craft, ignoring the gunfire, the billowing
smoke, the cries of alarm and confusion.
"Is he dead? Did it go off?"
she managed to say.
Lord Asriel climbed in beside her, and the snow
leopard leapt in, too, the
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monkey in her mouth. Lord Asriel took the controls and the craft sprang at once
into the air. Through pain-dazed eyes Mrs. Coulter looked down at the mountain
slope. Men were running here and there like ants; some lay dead, while others
crawled brokenly over the rocks; the great cable from the generating station
snaked down through the chaos, the only purposeful thing in sight, making its
way to the glittering
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the President's body lay crumpled inside the cage.
"Lord Roke?" said
Lord Asriel.
"Dead," she whispered.
He pressed a button, and a
lance of flame jetted toward the tossing, swaying zeppelin. An instant later the
whole airship bloomed into a rose of white fire, engulfing the intention craft,
which hung motionless and unharmed in the middle of it. Lord Asriel moved the
craft unhurriedly away, and they watched as the blazing zeppelin fell
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soldiers, and all, and everything began to tumble in a welter of smoke and
flames down the mountainside, gathering speed and incinerating the resinous
trees as it went, until it plunged into the white waters of the cataract, which
whirled it all away into the dark.