Valerius watched his apprentice, his gaze a mixture of pride and a deep, unyielding skepticism. ’You speak of stories, Lyra,’ he said, his voice a low rumble, ’but the universe does not spin tales. It follows laws. Laws we can discover, test, and understand.’
’And yet,’ Lyra countered, her voice soft but firm, ’do we not tell stories about those laws? Do we not weave narratives of discovery, of triumph, of the long, slow march towards understanding?’
Valerius fell silent, a thoughtful expression on his face. The seed of a new idea had been planted, a bridge between two worlds that had, until now, seemed impossibly far apart.