Juan Gris Teacups

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Pantalaimon held it firmly down with a needle-filled paw and looked up at the darkening sky, where the black wing flaps of the cormorant were circling higher as she cast around for the other.
Then the cormorant glided swiftly back and croaked something to the tillerman, who said, "It's gone. Don't let that other one escape. Here-" and he flung the dregs out of the tin mug he'd been drinking from, and tossed it to Lyra."What is it, Farder Coram?" she said shakily.
"Let's go below and have a look. Take it careful, Lyra. Hold that tight."
She looked at the tillerman's daemon as she passed, intending to thank her, but her old eyes were closed. She thanked the tillerman instead.She clapped it over the creature at once. It buzzed and snarled like a little machine."Hold it still," said Farder Coram from behind her, and then he was kneeling to slip a piece of card under the mug.