![]() Then he saw what he was looking for: a narrow gully leading back between jagged walls, and at the entrance, a large low boulder. He scored a line with a mighty claw along a strut less damaged than most, and feeling a flimsiness in the quality of the metal, turned away at once and scanned the mountain wall again. Iorek Byrnison looked at them as a smith as well as a warrior, but there was nothing in these fragments he could use. ![]() ![]() He cast around, his black eyes gazing up at the sun-shimmering rocks of a wall of limestone crags above him.Ä«etween the edge of the burnt forest and the mountains, a rocky slope of heavy boulders and scree was littered with scorched and twisted metal: girders and struts that had belonged to some complex machine. ![]() He noticed the change in the taste of the water and the temperature of the air, but the air was still good to breathe, and the water still held his body up, so he swam on, and now he had left the sea behind, and he was nearly at the place Serafina Pekkala had described. He had come a long way, and at one point in his journey, he had found himself swimming into that other world. ![]()
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