Andy Warhol Knives black and white

her, or a bird? Or was he somewhere else entirely with the other daemon, and with Lyra not on his mind at all? "'"'
The sun was warm now, and she was soon dry. She dressed in ,c Mary's loose shirt again and, seeing some flat stones by the bank, , and sat up, reaching for the knife.
"Safe," she said, looking away. "And they washed our clothes, too, or Dr. Malone did. I'll get yours. They're nearly dry..."
She passed them in through the curtain of leaves and sat with her back to him till he was dressed.went to fetch her own clothes to wash them. But she found that someone had already done that: hers and Will's, too, were laid over the springy twigs of a fragrant bush, nearly dry.Will was stirring. She sat nearby and called him softly."Will! Wake up!""Where are we?" he said at once