TheGoldenCompass《黄金罗盘》(HisDarkMaterials1)..doc

The Golden Compass《黄金罗盘》(His Dark Materials 1) PART ONE OXFORD ? ONE THE DECANTER OF TOKAY Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kitchen. The three great tables that ran the length of the hall were laid already, the silver and the glass catching what little light there was, and the long benches were pulled out ready for the guests. Portraits of former Masters hung high up in the gloom along the walls. Lyra reached the dais and looked back at the open kitchen door, and, seeing no one, stepped up beside the high table. The places here were laid with gold, not silver, and the fourteen seats were not oak benches but mahogany chairs with velvet cushions. Lyra stopped beside the Masters chair and flicked the biggest glass gently with a fingernail. The sound rang clearly through the hall. Youre not taking this seriously, whispered her daemon. Behave yourself. Her daemons name was Pantalaimon, and he was currently in the form of a moth, a dark brown one so as not to show up in the darkness of the hall. Theyre making too much noise to hear from the kitchen, Lyra whispered back. And the Steward doesnt come in till the first bell. Stop fussing. But she put her palm over the ringing crystal anyway, and Pantalaimon fluttered ahead and through the slightly open door of the Retiring Room at the other end of the dais. After a moment he appeared again. Theres no one there, he whispered. But we must be quick. Crouching behind the high table, Lyra darted along and through the door into the Retiring Room, where she stood up and looked around. The only light in here came from the fireplace, where a bright blaze of logs settled slightly as she looked, sending a fountain of sparks up into the chimney. She had lived most of her life in the college, but had never seen the Retiring Room before: only Scholars and their guests were allowed in here, and never females. Even the maidservants didnt clean in here. That was the B