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, though she didn't understand.
When they reached the byanplats it was evening, and the sun was about to set in a splash of bloody sky. The low island and the Zaal were humped blackly against the light, like the clustered buildings around; threads of smoke rose this very night. And they're a saying in the town-what d'you think of this?- they're saying that the missing child's on a gyptian boat, and she's a going to appear tonight at the Roping!"
He laughed loudly and ruffled Lyra's hair. Ever since they'd entered the into the still air, and from the press of boats all around came the smells of frying fish, of smokeleaf, of jenniver spirit.They tied up close to the Zaal itself, at a mooring Tony said had been used by their family for generations. Presently Ma Costa had the frying pan going, with a couple of fat eels hissing and sputtering and the kettle on for potato powder. Tony and Kerim oiled their hair, put on their finest leather jackets and blue spotted neckerchiefs, loaded their fingers with silver rings, and went to greet some old friends in the neighboring boats and drink a glass or two in the nearest bar. They came back with important news."We got here just in time. The Roping's