Caravaggio The Supper at Emmaus

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they set off across the floor of that great desolate plain, and the harpies wheeled higher and higher overhead, screaming and screaming. But they kept their distance, and the Gallivespians flew above, keeping watch.
As they walked along, the ghosts talked to them.
"Excuse me," said one "Yes," said the ghost, "his name was Sandling... oh, I loved him..."
"And had he settled?" said Lyra.
"No, not yet. He used to think he'd be a bird, and I hoped he wouldn't, because I liked him all furry in bed at night. But he was a bird more and more. What's your daemon called?"
Lyra told her, and the ghosts pressed forward eagerly again. They all wanted to talk about their daemons, every one.ghost girl, "but where's your daemons? Excuse me for asking. But..."Lyra was conscious every single second of her dear, abandoned Pantalaimon. She couldn't speak easily, so Will answered instead."We left our daemons outside," he said, "where it's safe for them. We'll collect them later. Did you have a daemon?"