✅✅✅Perhaps there was a Lyra.
A chill ran down her back, and mouse-shaped Pantalaimon shivered in her pocket. She shook herself; there were mysteries enough without imagining more.
The other way in which this Oxford differed from hers was in the vast numbers of people swarming8 on every sidewalk, in and out of every building; people of every sort, women dressed like men, Africans, even a group of Tartars meekly9 following their leader, all neatly10 dressed and hung about with little black cases. She glared at them fearfully at first, because they had no daemons, and in her world they would have been regarded as ghasts, or worse.✅