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Before he could finish his sentence, there was an urgent knock at the door, and a young gyptian man came in.
"Beg pardon, Farder Coram, there's Jacob Huismans just come back, and he's sore wounded."
"He was with Benjamin de Ruyter," said Farder Coram. "What's happened?"
"He won't speak," said the young man. "You better come, Farder Coram, 'cause he won't last long, he's a bleeding inside."
Farder Coram and Lyra exchanged a look of alarm and wonderment, but only for a second, and then Farder Coram was hobbling out on his sticks as fast as he could manage, with his daemon padding ahead of him. Lyra came too, hopping with impatience.
The young man led them to a boat tied up at the sugar-beet jetty, where a woman in a red flannel apron held open the door for them. Seeing her suspicious glance at Lyra, Farder Coram said, "It's important the girl hears what Jacob's got to say, mistress."
So the woman let them in and stood back, with her squirrel daemon perched silent on the wooden clock. On a bunk under a patchwork coverlet lay a man whose white face was damp with sweat and whose eyes were glazed.
"I've sent for the physician, Farder Coram," said the woman shakily. "Please don't agitate him. He's in an agony of pain. He come in off Peter Hawker's boat just a few minutes ago."
"Where's Peter now?"
"He's a tying up. It was him said I had to send for you."
"Quite right. Now, Jacob, can ye hear me?"
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Lyra looked at his daemon. She was a ferret, and she lay very still beside his head, curled up but not asleep, for her eyes were open and glazed like his.
"What happened?" said Farder Coram.
"Benjamin's dead," came the answer. "He's dead, and Gerard's captured."
His voice was hoarse and his brea
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