Caravaggio The Inspiration of Saint Matthew

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sandbags broken open, with the scattered sand already freezing hard.
"Ballast," Lyra said. "He must've slung 'em off to fly up again...."But she choked the word back unfinished, for it wasn't lorek Byrnison at all. It was a strange bear, clad in polished armor with the dew on it frozen into frost, and with a plume in his helmet.He stood still, about six feet away, and she thought she really was finished.The bear opened his mouth and roared. An echo came back from the cliffs and stirred more shrieking from far above. Out of the fog came another bear, and another. Lyra stood still, clenching her little human fists.The bears didn't move until the
She swallowed hard to subdue the lump in her throat, or the fear in her breast, or both.
"Oh, God, I'm frightened," she said. "I hope they're safe."
He came to her arms and then, mouse-formed, crept into her hood where he couldn't be seen. She heard a noise, something scraping on rock, and turned to see what it was.
"lorek!" first one said, "Your name?"
"Lyra."
"Where have you come from?"
"The sky."
"In a balloon?"