William Blake Jacob's Ladder

William Blake Jacob's LadderVincent van Gogh The Olive TreesVincent van Gogh Fishing in Spring
certainly no harmful intention toward you, King Iorek Byrnison."
If Iorek wondered how any such tiny beings could cause him harm, he didn't show it; not only was his expression naturally hard to read, but he had his courtesy, too, and the Lady had spoken graciously enough.
"Come down byand laid them on the rocky floor, pushing them about carefully until they were in their right places and he could see that they were all there. Lyra held a burning branch up, and in its light Iorek bent low to look closely at each piece, touching it delicately with his massive claws and lifting it up to turn it this way and that and examine the break. Will marveled at the deftness in those huge black hooks. the fire," he said. "There is food enough and plenty if you are hungry. Will, you began to speak about the knife.""Yes," said Will, "and I thought it could never happen, but it's broken. And the alethiometer told Lyra that you'd be able to mend it. I was going to ask more politely, but there it is: can you mend it, Iorek?""Show me."Will shook all the pieces out of the sheath