Gustav Klimt Portrait of Adele Bloch (gold foil)

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The Tartars ran to stand in a line across the entrance to the avenue of lights, their daemons beside them as disciplined and drilled as they were. In another minute there'd be a second line, because more were coming, and more behind , but in deadly earnest now, she scooped a handful together and hurled it at the nearest soldier.
"Get 'em in the eyes!" she yelled, and threw another.
Other children joined in, and then someone's daemon had the notion of flying as a swift beside the snowball and nudging it directly at the eye slits of the target-and then them. Lyra thought with despair: children can't fight soldiers. It wasn't like the battles in the Oxford claybeds, hurling lumps of mud at the brickburners' children.Or perhaps it was! She remembered hurling a handful of clay in the broad face of a brickburner boy bearing down on her. He'd stopped to claw the stuff out of his eyes, and then the townies leaped on him.She'd been standing in the mud. She was standing in the snow.Just as she'd done that afternoon