Lord Roke hadn't told her everything that he'd learned from Lord Asriel. The allies had been tracking the flight of all kinds of beings in the air above the frontiers of the Republic, and had noticed a concentration of what might have been angels, and might have been something else entirely, in the west. They had sent patrols out to investigate, but so far they had learned nothing: whatever it was that hung there had wrapped itself in impenetrable fog.
"Is it much farther, No-Name?" said Lyra quietly. "Because this poor dragonfly's dying, and then his light'll go out."
Time passed. Light faded and the moon rose, and the woman and her daemon fell asleep.
Then he made a mistake: trying to look behind him, he slipped and put a foot into the water.
And in the faint gleam, he could see it: just above her left temple, there was a little patch of hair that was shorter than the rest.
"What's going on?" said Lee. "They're leaving the field, but why?"
Ama was doing the same, and her owl-eyed daemon was peering this way and that; but Lyra was not at this end of the cave. There was no doubt about it.