George Bellows Stag at Sharkey's

George Bellows Stag at Sharkey'sGeorge Bellows Dempsey and FirpoCaravaggio The Sacrifice of Isaac
And a great and furious sob shook Lyra herself, for, after all, Mrs. Coulter was the only mother she would ever have, and Will saw a cascade of tears run down the girl's cheeks.
But he had to be ruthless. He pulled at Lyra's hand, and as the dragonfly rider darted close to his head, urging them to hurry, he led her at a crouching run down the path and away from the cave. In Will's left hand, bleeding again from the blow he'd landed on the monkey, was Mrs. Coulter's pistol.
"Make for the top of the cliff," said the dragonfly rider, "and give yourself up to the Africans. They're your best hope."
Mindful of those sharp spurs, Will said nothing, though he hadn't the least intention of obeying. There was only one place he enough to meet him.
But someone else came from nowhere to help them: Balthamos, in a blur of desperation, hurled himself between the children and the soldiers. The men fell back, amazed, as this apparition shimmered into being in front of them.
But they were trained warriors, and a moment later their daemons leapt at the angel, savage was making for, and that was the window behind the bush; so he kept his head low and ran fast, and Lyra and Ama ran behind him."Halt!"There was a man, three men, blocking the path ahead, uniformed, white men with crossbows and snarling wolf-dog daemons, the Swiss Guard."Iorek!" cried Will at once. "Iorek Byrnison!" He could hear the bear crashing and snarling not far away, and hear the screams and cries of the soldiers unlucky