        When an answer wasn’t forthcoming, Lyra tapped the drawing of the horse again.  Maybe Dale didn’t understand.  She had assumed that he would instantly make the connection, but perhaps she was giving him too much credit.  The drawing didn’t really resemble her—it certainly didn’t have a horn—and there was always the challenge of trying to extrapolate three-dimensional details from a flat drawing.  Had he not spent time trying to explain the giant anatomy tome to her, she probably would still have no grasp of its meaning.