Eventually she is through with her circle and puts the sugar bag down on its side so it will stop leaking.

She steps over her runes carefully and kneels in the middle of the circle. (Path remains outside, facing her.)

She inhales, and closes her eyes, and recites an apparently memorized poem:

"Sugar circle, seek and bring
The compass that can, silent, sing.
Find it, bring it, take it here,
From its place to somewhere near,
And in my hands place honesty
And give Alethia to me."

There is a sudden wind and the sugar goes everywhere. The lights flicker. And Isabella is holding a slightly dented alethiometer, which she instantly hugs.