"Greetings! Ruta and I were just... um..." stuttered Serifina.
"Yes...." Will said.
"Well, we were discussing what to do with you 2" admitted Serafina.
"What do you mean by 'what to do with us'?" Lyra asked.
"As you know, we are not native to Svalbard. Therefore, we're planning on moving back. Ruta, here, refuses to bring you back with us. She wants to toss you away like some rag doll. I keep telling her that you have nearly become one of us, a witch. I mean, you have the ability to be away from Pan and you know how close we've become," Serifina replied, trying to control her temper.
"That doesn't matter," Ruta argued. "You may be like us but you aren't! That's the point! You aren't!"
"That's it! You are no longer welcome here! Go!" Serifina shouted, further adding to her point by pointing out the door with her finger.
"This means war, Serifina! This means war! All the clans of the witches will be at war with you and you shall suffer a most terrible defeat! Defeat I tell you, Defeat!" Ruta Skadi thundered as she stormed out of the door.
"This is most distressing! Now we have not just 1 enemy, but all of the witch clans! We must enlist help! Flona! Come here," as she pointed at Flona. "Go and assemble the clan! We need to meet!" Flona hurried away.
As Serifina calmed down, Lyra asked about the church.
"What! You're worried about that! They are defeated already! We have more important needs at the moment! Once, no! If! If we get out of this alive, then we might consider it!" yelled Serifina. "Right now, our prime concern is enlisting some help! Flona should have everyone here now," she walked out.
"What's her problem?" Kirjava muttered indistinctly.
Pan answered her distressfully, "She's upset because all of the other witches are now their enemies. I can sympathize with her. If, for instance, Serifina, Iorek, Lyra and me, and Will were all to turn against you, wouldn't you be furious and hope to have some allies?"
"First of all, I would consider the health and would rather be killed or taken prisoner by you. Second of all, that wouldn't happen... would it?" Kirjava replied maliciously.
"KILL LYRA! KILL LYRA!" the people chanted. They were in a dark cave. There were a few torches to light the place.
"Order, please! Order, please!" some more orderly people were shouting.
"SILENCE!" somebody roared.
The cave instantaneously fell silent. All cries of killing Lyra and restoring order stopped.
"We all wish for the death of Lyra," he said lowering his voice and calming down, "however, that doesn't mean we go into an uproar!"
Everybody murmured at the truth of his statement.
"To go about the killing of this evil girl, we must formulate a plan. On her alethiometer, she can learn anything she wishes. In addition, she has been proved as sly as a fox and able to escape nearly any danger! Not to mention that pesky boy and the subtle knife." he said firmly. "Does anybody have a plan?
There were shouts from everyone. There were ideas about assassinations but those were dismissed right away, due to the fact that it failed before. Other ideas included luring her with a multitude of ways and waging war with Lyra and her allies.
After arguing and shouting the whole day until they, at last, decided upon an idea that they all liked.