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followed.
They felt as if they were Home again. The wide warm night, and the scent of flowers and the sea, and the silence, bathed them like soothing water.
Lyra stretched and yawned, and Will felt a great weight lift off his shoulders. He had been carrying it all day, and he hadn't and Lyra followed behind as he plunged down a narrow alley shadowed from the moonlight. After several twists and turns they came out into the square in front of the stone tower they'd seen that morning.
Twenty or so children were facing inward in a semicircle at the base of the tower, and some of them had sticks in their hands, and some were throwing stones at whatever they had trapped against the wall. At first Lyra thought it was another child, but coming from inside the semicircle was a horrible high wailing that wasn't human at all. And the children were screaming too, in fear noticed how it had nearly pressed him into the ground; but now he felt light and free and at peace.And then Lyra gripped his arm. In the same second he heard what had made her do it.Somewhere in the little streets beyond the café, something was screaming.Will set off at once toward the sound,