Gustav Klimt Expectation (gold foil)

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"Lee!" said Iorek. "Lee, my comrade, I have never seen this before. You are dead, what am I speaking to?"
"Iorek, old feller, you don't know the half of it. We'll take over now, the Specters aren't afraid of bears. Lyra, Will, come this way, and hold up that knife...”
The blue hawk couldn't dig their fingers into his fur, they had to grip the armor between their knees, and his hack was so broad that both of them kept slipping.
"Look!" cried Lyra, pointing up as another shell burst nearby.
A dozen witches were making rest of the bears were engaging with the strange cavalry, helped by the Gallivespians, whose stings enraged the horses. The lady on the blue hawk skimmed low and called: "Straight ahead now! Among the trees in the valley!"
Iorek reached the top of