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Well, the old man finished, spreading his hands, all I can do is hand the knife on to you and show you how to use it, which I have done, and tell you what the rules of the Guild used to be, before it decayed. First, never open without closing. Second, never let anyone else use the knife. It is yours prada handbags alone. Third, never use it for a base purpose. Fourth, keep it prada sale secret. If there are other rules, I have forgotten them, and if I've forgotten them it is because they don't matter. You have the knife. You are the bearer. You should not be a child. But our world is crumbling, and the mark of the bearer is unmistakable. I don't even know your name. Now go. I shall die very soon, because I know where there are poisonous drugs, and I don't intend to wait for the Specters to come in, as they will once the knife has left. Go.
But, Mr. Paradisi Lyra began. But he shook his head and went on: There is no time. You have come here for a purpose, and maybe you don't know what that purpose is, but the angels do who brought you here. Go. You are brave, and your friend is clever. And you have the knife. Go. You en't really mens prada shoes going to poison yourself? said Lyra, distressed. Come on, said Will. And what did you mean about angels? she went on. Will tugged her arm. Come on, he said again. We got to go. Thank you, Mr. Paradisi. He held out his bloodstained, dusty right hand, and the old man shook it gently. He shook Lyra's hand, too, and nodded to Pantalaimon, who lowered his ermine head in acknowledgment. Clutching the knife in its leather sheath, Will prada uk