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need to talk to Lyra in private," said Will. "We're just going to move away for a minute."
"With that knife," said the Chevalier, "you can cut through from one world to another, isn't that so?"
"Don't you trust me?"
"No."She was watching Pantalaimon as he skimmed and darted through the air, snapping up tiny moths like the other dragonflies. He couldn't go as far as they could, but he was just as fast, and even more brightly patterned. She raised her hand and he settled on it, his long, transparent wings vibrating.
"Do you think we can trust them while we sleep?" Will said.
"Yes. They're fierce, but I think they're honest.""All right, I'll leave it here, then. If I haven't got it, I can't use it."He unbuckled the sheath and laid it on the rock, and then he and Lyra walked away and sat where they could see the Gallivespians. Tialys was looking closely at the knife handle, but he wasn't touching it,"We'll just have to put up with them," Will said. "As soon as the knife's mended, we'll escape.""They're so quick, Will," she said. "And they wouldn't care, they'd kill you.""I just hope Iorek can mend it. I hadn't realized how much we need it.""He will," she said confidently.