Little John said, very curiously and carefully and with a look at the arrow: "Archer. Huh."
Lyra had to admit was weird— another weird thing for the list of weird things— the whole Archer/arrow thing. One of those coincidences that would have given her a neat little shiver once upon a time: the universe was up to something! Now it was more like a squirm in her stomach: the universe was up to something. "Archer Goldenhawk," she added to the end of Rosario's story. "The third. Or. Maybe not the third after all."
Another thing she was both thinking and trying very hard not to think: if it did turn out that all Archers were one and the same, then she'd slept with Rosario's dad, and that was another stomach-twisting uugh.
"Certainly sounds like an alias," Little John acknowledged. "Certainly sounds like the behaviour of someone who isn't aging, either, though he doesn't sound subtle." Lyra snorted loudly in agreement there, and Little John's mouth twitched up in amusement.