Henri Rousseau Woman Walking in an Exotic Forest

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Yes," he said, "me too. I fought and lost the same fingers, the badge of the bearer. And I did not know either, in advance."
Lyra sat down, wide-eyed. Will held on to the dusty table with his good hand. He struggled to find words.
"But I—we . As he looked at it more closely, he saw that the rosewood was inlaid with golden wires, forming a design he didn't recognize till he turned the knife around and saw an angel, with wings folded. On the other side was a different angel, with wings upraionly came here because—there was a man who stole something of Lyra's, and he wanted the knife, and he said if we brought him that, then he'd—""I know that man. He is a liar, a cheat. He won't give you anything, make no mistake. He wants the knife, and once he has it, he will betray you. He will never be the bearer. The knife is yours by right."With a heavy reluctance, Will turned to the knife itself. He pulled it toward him. It was an ordinary-looking dagger, with a double-sided blade of dull metal about eight inches long, a short crosspiece of the same metal, and a handle of rosewoodsed. The wires stood out a little from the surface, giving a firm grip