John William Godward Dolce far niente

John William Godward Dolce far nienteRembrandt Belshazzar's FeastRaphael La Belle Jardiniere
Lord Roke pressed her hand to wake her up. She was profoundly exhausted, but she focused on him at once and sat up, rubbing her eyes.
He explained what had happened and gave her the envelope.
"You should destroy it at crouching by the door, listening, and then they heard it, too: heavy footsteps hurrying toward the room.
Mrs. Coulter thrust the envelope and the lock of hair at Lord Roke, who took it and leapt for the top of the wardrobe. Then she lay down next to her daemon as the key turned noisily in the once," he told her. "One single hair would be enough, the man said."She looked at the little curl of dark blond hair and shook her head."Too late for that," she said. "This is only half the lock I cut from Lyra. He must have kept back some of it."Lord Roke hissed with anger."When he looked around!" he said. "Ach… I moved to be out of his sight, he must have set it aside then...""And there's no way of knowing where he'll have put it," said Mrs. Coulter. "Still, if we can find the bomb...”"Shh!"That was the golden monkey. He was