De eerste 200 regels.
"For many millennia, the Authority has ruled in the Kingdom of Heaven"
"with absolute control."
"He named himself the Creator, the Father, the Almighty."
"He is none of those but just an angel like ourselves."
"And he rules with a dark angel by his side."
"We, who fought for truth, were cast out of the Kingdom."
"Since then, we have lived between the worlds,"
"watching and waiting for vengeance."
"A spark of hope is alive among humankind."
"A bold leader is rallying warriors."
"He may be mortal, but his ambitions transcend his kind."
"A serpent has been summoned."
"A new Eve emerges."
"The time for a new rebellion..."
"is coming."
Lyra!
Lyra!
Lyra!
"I'm looking for a girl."
Medium height... dark hair, brown eyes.
Her name's Lyra. She has a daemon called Pan.
"She's missing."
Help me.
Tell me where she is.
Pan?
Pan?
"Lyra!"
Roger!
Is that you?
"I need you! Help me!"
Where are you?
Roger!
"Lyra."
Come on. Come on.
For goodness' sake.
The craft may not be ready for this.
Then that is on the pair of us, is it not?
Clear your mind.
We've lost the rear oscillator.
Brace!
Please...
let us go.
Here... drink this.
If you don't drink your medicine, how will you get better, darling?
Here.
Don't be afraid.
- How did you... - We're not going to hurt you.
- What are you? - Bene Elim.
Angels, in your language.
We come to you in human form.
Angels?
We just want to talk.
Stop following me.
Æsahættr...
It's real.
I think the craft is pretty much done for.
And how will we get back to the Republic?
We'll be able to figure something out.
See anything?
Looks like the path is clear.
Commander, let's go get our man.
- Follow my lead. - Hey! Hey!
There.
We secure?
- Clear! - Clear.
All clear.
Ogunwe.
Which one of you is Commander Ogunwe?
I am.
Who are you... and your little friends?
I am Lord Asriel Belacqua.
I intend to march upon the Kingdom of Heaven.
And I should very much like you to join me.
I've heard stories about you.
You have just made war with the Temple.
I'll let you fight that one.
Listen to what he has to say.
My friends and I, we are not from your world.
We have little interest in your Temple. We came here for you.
Join with me in my fight against the Authority.
Look, I know that we stand for the same thing.
I know the number you command.
I want your army, but I need your leadership.
Come with me.
Be a part of the final victory.
You can come with me.
Welcome to Geneva, Cardinal MacPhail.
Father President, please.
Father President.
Tell me of this arrest.
We recovered this material from the site.
It was recited before an audience, many inebriated...
and followed by feverish discussion and a grotesque exchange of ideas.
Poems.
Father Jerome.
What do you think should be done?
The author must be imprisoned for heresy.
Father Heyst.
There were dozens more like it hidden throughout the building.
All attendees imprisoned
as well as anyone found in possession of the author's work.
Mm-hmm.
- Father? - Gomez.
Father Gomez.
If you were in my position, what would you do?
Physical atonement,
in public.
For those charged with possession, I'd choose perhaps the whip.
For the author, something which leaves a little more...
lasting damage.
Fear is a gift. It allows people to learn.
They'll make examples of us.
Baruch, we do not have time.
We need that knife.
I told you to stop following me.
How can you cut through worlds?
We are made of Dust, and can pass through invisible spaces in the air.
Gateways into other worlds.
We can see them, but you cannot.
Balthamos and I have been searching for Æsahættr.
For you.
Because there is a great war coming.
All conscious beings are engaged in a battle already, though not all of us know it.
The enemy's power is growing stronger every minute
and you have the weapon that will enable us to win.
You must come with us to Lord Asriel.
- He's gathering an army with the purpose... - I know who he is.
Someone told me about him. About all of it.
The war, how I'm supposed to fight alongside Asriel...
with this.
I can't go with you. I'm sorry.
I'm looking for my friend, Lyra,
Asriel's daughter.
Not that he cares, but she's lost.
- She needs my help. - You don't understand.
That knife is more important than you can imagine.
No, you don't understand.
Lyra is the most important thing to me right now.
- I'm going to find her. - You will come with us now.
- Or what? - I'm sorry about your friend.
I can see she means a lot to you.
- Do you know what happened to her? - We were attacked.
- She was taken. - By who?
I don't know.
I went ahead without her. I thought she would be safe.
When I came back, she was gone.
Whatever Asriel wants, he can wait.
I'm sorry.
You do realize we're just going to keep following you
- until you change your mind. - Well, you can keep following me because...
you've managed to find me every time I've cut through.
- How? - The knife.
It attracts Dust.
We have senses that humans do not.
Help me find her.
If you can find me, you can find Lyra.
Take me to her.
Then, I will come with you to Asriel.
We do not have time.
It will not take them long, Baruch. They will find us.
So we will be quick.
Balthamos, we don't have a choice.
This was Lyra's.
She says it's powered the same way as the knife.
Maybe you can use it to find her.
It's powered by Dust.
Yes.
We will need a little time,
but we will find her...
whatever world she is in.
Lyra, I'm here!
Wait, I'm coming.
Roger, what is this place?
- I hate it! - Roger!
- Roger! - I'm scared!
Roger.
Roger.
Come on.
Machi!
Father!
God, I missed you. Oh, my sweetie.
Look at you.
You've grown 6 inches. You're almost as tall as me now.
Daddy has work to do.
I'll be right back.
You have a beautiful little girl.
How long since you last saw her?
Ten months and sixteen days.
I had no hope of leaving that cell until you and your cat came to recruit me.
What?
Trying to decide if you're a madman...
or a genius.
Well, I rather hoped the two could coexist.
So, Lord Asriel,
tell me who your war is really against, and what you want from me?
- My fight is with the Authority himself. - You said that before
but it's impossible.
Humankind cannot stand against its Creator.
Well, he forces us to kneel at his feet, but he is not the Creator.
It's all a lie.
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