Lyra let out a deep sigh and began recounting how she'd spent her day. Noble Voice raised an eyebrow when she mentioned returning to Dale's camp and sharing lunch, but he didn't say a word. The whole court leaned forward attentively as she told the story, which had lost none of its fascination in the second telling.  Dozens of quills were scratching across paper, accompanied by staccato bursts from the court reporter's typewriter. Even Luna was watching Lyra with rapt attention. Finally, she reached the end of her story, and Noble Voice nodded pleasantly.