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screams, for scream she did, and lustily:
"lorek! lorek Byrnison! Help me!"
But could he hear? She couldn't tell; she was hurled this way and that, crushed onto a hard surface which then began to lurch and bump like a sledge. The sounds that reached her were wild and confused. She might have heard "I saw him fall. But he should have been ready for this sort of attack. We know that."
"But we should have helped him! We should have been watching the alethiometer!"
"Hush. Pretend to be unconscious."lorek Byrnison's roar, but it was a long way off, and then she was jolting over rough ground, arms twisted, mouth stifled, sobbing with rage and fear. And strange voices spoke around her."Pan...""I'm here, shh, I'll help you breathe. Keep still..."His mouse paws tugged at the hood until her mouth was freer, and she gulped at the frozen air."Who are they?" she whispered."They look like Tartars. I think they hit John Faa.""No-"