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I know you don't want to be here.
But without you and Baruch, I might never have found her.
So, thank you.
Nearly four hundred years with Baruch must have mellowed me.
Four hundred years? You know where he is now?
Of course.
Angels can connect to any mind, but between us, the bond is even stronger.
We feel as one, though we are two.
He's close to Asriel now.
You know what Asriel is going to ask of you?
My father told me about the war before he died.
He told me I have a duty.
There is a warrior in you, Will. You overpowered the King of the Bears.
And you'll find a way to protect the one you love.
"Lyra."
"Lyra."
Roger!
"You have to help me."
I will!
I promise I won't let you down.
"They're hurting me."
Who?
Just tell me where you are, and I'll find you.
"The Land of the Dead."
Roger!
Roger!
Roger!
Roger?
I was having that dream again.
We need to find him when we get out of here.
Where did you go?
I...
I couldn't follow you there.
The Land of the Dead.
- Ah, this is a decent set up. - Just the start, Commander. Just a start.
It's very impressive, Lord Asriel.
But your soldiers, well, now, they all need some structure.
That's why you're here. Ruta, welcome back.
Commander Ogunwe, Allow me to introduce you to queen Ruta Skadi
of the Lake Lubana witch clan and her daemon Sergi.
She's a vital member of my Council.
- Commander. - Your majesty.
Ruta, if you wouldn't mind.
You're well known to Ruta, Commander. She chose you.
- Chose me? - Mm-hmm.
I listen to whispers between worlds. I hear things others do not.
We're assembling an army.
You and your resistance soldiers are some of the best.
Glad you approve. We hope we can live up to our reputation.
We all hope that.
- How much more will we need? - Of what?
This. Soldiers. Witches.
It's the Authority's strength that lies in numbers.
Sheer wealth of people willing to defend his mysticism and dogma.
We just need enough to provoke him.
So, all this is just a provocation?
Come, you'll see.
Find me the latest plans for the Intention Craft.
Yes, Sir.
How do you know this one won't kill you?
It would take more than a little crash to put an end to the pair of us.
Commander, you asked how many soldiers we were going to need.
The truth is, I don't know.
But the key to provoking the Authority lies not in men,
it may well lie in Dust.
Asriel, you talk in riddles. I deal in strategy.
I'm not being clear. We have to force the Authority to show his face.
And then, then we're going to need all the fighters we can get our hands on.
- I didn't mean to scare you. - What do you want?
I don't mean you any harm. I'm looking for someone. A girl.
- Her name is Lyra. - Were you followed?
- I don't think so. - Temple soldiers are in the woods.
I haven't seen anyone.
Something happened here a few days ago and now they're everywhere.
Come with us.
It's moving away.
It's the salt. It burns the roots.
These to the southern garrison.
- And two-fifty to the western... - Lord Asriel.
- Roke. No people. - Sir.
- What is it? - A message.
From our Magisterium spy, Agent Salmakia.
She says, they're preparing to undertake a search mission.
- For what? - Your daughter, sir.
They think she's the most important child that's ever lived.
- Salmakia believes she's in danger. - When is Lyra not in danger?
- Anything else? - No, there's nothing else.
Very good.
You dismiss Lyra too easily.
You know what the Magisterium believe about her?
According to the Authority, Eve was the mother of creation.
Lyra is simply the creation of Marisa and I. She is not Eve. She's a little girl.
She must have some information they need or some skill we've overlooked.
Other than being able to read the alethiometer she has very little I'm afraid.
Other than a nose for trouble.
What? What would you like me to say?
The truth.
There are angels above the camp.
What are they doing?
They're fighting.
Clear the camp!
Not too close. Not too close.
Back away. Back away!
His chest is moving.
Let's say one of them fights for the Authority and one for us. Which is which?
I don't know, maybe neither.
Ruta?
This one's higher status. Could be an archangel.
This one, I don't know.
Shall we see if we can move him?
- You have him? - Yes, sir.
Get back.
Are you an agent of the Authority?
- Please. - Say again?
There is a message I must give to you.
We're going to assume that one's with the Authority and this one with us.
I'll take him inside. Sergeant?
Take him to the intercision field chamber.
All right, give me your message.
- We found the boy. The bearer. - What boy? What does he bear?
Aesahaettr. The God killer.
The only weapon that will destroy him.
Destroy who?
- The Authority. - What?
And his Regent. My brother, Enoch.
- The Authority has a Regent? - Baruch?
How? Who did this?
- An angel. - We've already incarcerated him.
He's leaving us.
Not yet. Tell me where I can find the boy?
He's on his way to Lyra.
Lyra?
Find him.
There is an angel waiting.
My Balthamos.
Find them.
Find the knife.
Balthamos.
Baruch!
- I don't understand. It doesn't make sense. - What doesn't make sense?
- What did they do to him? - What happened, Balthamos?
This is your fault.
You forced me to come here. I wanted us to stay together. I wanted to go with him.
They've killed him!
Messenger returns.
He did not resist. Didn't say a word. He just stared at me.
Yesterday I believed that angels were merely symbols
and witches were villains in children's stories.
Yet, here I am.
There you are.
- Our kind have been to your world before. - Many centuries ago.
The Temple would burn women they suspected of witchcraft.
I remember it.
Witches live for many hundreds of years. Angels for millennia.
It gives them a power and perspective far greater than either of our comprehension.
I imagine they regard us witches in a similar way as we see humans.
- And how is that? - Your lives are short
and easily extinguished.
So then why do you fight with us?
Hope.
I believe there is a chance we can win.
And so, do you trust Asriel?
I'd stake my life on it.
You're awake. That's good.
This chamber, I created it to experimenting on dust.
As such, it's lined with adamantine,
properties of which include prevent Dust from escaping.
Now, you, as well as my Daemon entirely made of Dust.
So, you might find yourself locked in here for eternity.
- I am eternal. I have no concept of time. - Good for you.
You'll be comfortable then. I'm going to begin now.
I'm going to ask you some questions and you will answer.
What's the Authority so afraid of that he sent one angel to attack another?
You don't want to talk?
Perhaps you're afraid of revealing that the Authority
no longer rules in the kingdom of heaven,
and that he has, for some reason, appointed a regent?
It's quite all right, I already know.
What's wrong with him that he won't rule? Or is it that he can't? If he...
Ah, now that's interesting.
Now we're getting somewhere.
Do you know what else is interesting?
Dust. Fascinating stuff.
Spent most of my adult life trying to understand it.
And I once killed an innocent young boy in order to harness it.
But no one, before this moment
has ever tried to weaponize it.
Enoch, brother of Baruch. How did he become Regent?
Do not dare use that name. He is Metatron.
Metatron? Good.
Asriel, stop.
What does he want?
The end of this!
Dust is not for you to understand.
Conscious beings have become dangerously independent.
He will lead a permanent inquisition into every world, on every being.
Until they understand complete obedience.
And with it, we will bring the end to the freedom of thought and will.
And control Dust once and for all.
How do I find him?
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