#Chapter 22: Duma School

The next morning, Lyra and I are the first ones up. It’s a brisk winter morning and I can see frost on the ground outside Lyra’s room in the pyramid. I scoop her up and get her changed into her clothes for the day before feeding her. I make her some applesauce. It’s usually her favorite. Today, she’s oddly tentative with it. Then, she sticks her whole fist in it and shoves it to her face, squealin