These words didn't surprise Lyra at all. Witches were very strong and clever.

"Come on child, it has been a rough morning for you. Now, lets find out who this fellow is." But when she took a look at the man on the floor, her face turned white.

"Oh no." "What is it?"

She broke into sobs, and Lyra felt guilty for every tear shed. And it was then that the mans body disappeared, floating away in delicate clouds of vapor, then out the door.

"What's the matter? Who was he? Did I do wrong?" "No! No! Child, it was not you. This is the man we came to see, he must have been working for Eleanore. Traitor, he was a traitor, he used me for all I had." "What do you mean he used you?" "Child, sit down, I have much to explain."

She was still sobbing, her face scarlet and gleaming from the tears that were still flowing. Lyra sat down, willing to do anything to calm her.

"Child, this man was a Yumarilien. It is a type person, you might say, that look how they feel. He looked like an old, ill-minded man, because that's how he felt. He was a double agent. He used me."

"Used you?"

"We." But the words wouldn't come out, she fell on the ground trembling from her overcoming emotions. When she had settled down a little, she sat down again.

"W-we, we had a child together." Lyra was shocked.

"You what?" But Naramalnia was on the ground again, unable to control herself. Amazingly, Kremanhalay was still sleeping. Lyra walked over to wake her up, but Naramalnia grabbed her leg.

"Please, no, don't wake her. She has already heard enough from me about this." Lyra obeyed, reluctantly.

"I know what you're thinking, and I am so sorry. I shouldn't have told you this."

"Its fine, it seems like I can handle anything now a days."

But it was at that moment that someone, or something, burst through the door and grabbed Lyra, dragged her into the hallway, and tied her up in a hurried manner. Lyra could hear screaming all around her, and she struggled and kicked and shouted and punched, but nothing helped. Everything was spinning, she was being thrown around so much. When she was let down on to the ground, she saw men in black suits, clown masks covering their faces.

They took out a can, and sprayed all around Lyra. She tried holding her breath, but she could very well do it forever.

Finally, she took in a deep breath desperately, and the world around her began to spin. Then, everything and everyone went black.