most deadly English dragons, to be compared only with Regal Coppers, and without them the aerial defences of England would be hideously vulnerable.
With this object of curiosity to occupy his thoughts, and Rankin’s civil conversation as well, his first dinner passed more pleasantly than he had to some extent expected, and he rose from the table encouraged, even though Captain Harcourt and Berkley had been silent and uncommunicative throughout. As they stood, Rankin turned to him and said, ‘If you are not otherwise engaged, may I invite you to join me in the officers’ club for some chess? I rarely have the chance of a game, and I confess that since you mentioned that you play, I have been eager to seize upon the opportunity.’
‘I thank you for the invitation; it would give me great pleasure as well,’ Laurence said. ‘For the moment I must beg to be excused, however; I must see to Temeraire, and then I have promised to read to him.’
‘Read to him?’ Rankin said, with an expression of amusement that did not hide his surprise at the idea. ‘Your dedication is admirable, and all that is natural in a new handler. However, allow me if I may to assure you that for the most part dragons are quite capable of managing on their own. I know several of our fellow captains are in the habit of spending all their free time with their beasts, and I would not wish you based on their example to think it a necessity, or a duty to which you must sacrifice the pleasure of human company.’
‘I thank you kindly for your concern, but I assure you it is misplaced in my case,’ Laurence said. ‘For my own part, I could desire no better society than Temeraire’s, and it is as much for my own sake as for his that we are engaged. But I would be very happy to join you later this evening, unless you keep early hours.’
‘I am very happy to hear it, on both counts,’ Rankin said. ‘As for my hours, not at all; I am not in training, of course, only here on courier duty, so I need not keep to a student’s schedule. I am ashamed to admit that on most days I am not to be found downstairs until shortly before noon, but on the other hand that grants me the pleasure of expecting to see you this evening.’
With this they parted, and Laurence set out to go find Temeraire. He was amused to find three of the cadets lurking just outside the dining hall door: the sandy-haired boy and two others, each clutching a fistful of clean white rags. ‘Oh, sir,’ the boy said, jumping up as he saw Laurence coming out. ‘Would you need any more linens, for Temeraire?’ he asked eagerly. ‘We thought you might, so we brought some, when we saw him eating.’
‘Here now, Roland, what d’you think you’re about, there?’ Tolly, carrying a load of dishes from the dining hall, stopped on seeing the cadets accost Laurence. ‘You know better’n to pester a captain.’
‘I’m not, am I?’ the boy said, looking hopefully at Laurence. ‘I only thought, perhaps we could help a little. He is very big, after all, and Morgan and Dyer and I all have our carabiners; we can lock on without any trouble at all,’ he said earnestly, displaying an odd harness that Laurence had not even noticed before: it was a thick leather belt laced tightly around his waist, with an attached pair of straps ending in what looked at first glance like a large chain link made of steel. On closer examination, Laurence saw that this had a piece that could be folded in, and thus open the link to be hooked on to something else.
Straightening, Laurence said, ‘As Temeraire does not yet have a proper harness, I do not think you can lock on to the straps with these. However,’ he added, hiding a smile at their downcast looks, ‘come along, and we shall see what can be done. Thank you, Tolly,’ he said, nodding to the servant. ‘I can manage them.’
Tolly was not bothering to hide his grin at this exchange. ‘Right you are,’ he said, carrying on with his duties.
‘Roland, is it?’ Laurence asked the boy, as he walked on to the courtyard with the three children trotting to keep up.
‘Yes, sir, Cadet Emily Roland, at your service.’ Turning to her companions, and thus remaining blithely unconscious of Laurence’s startled expression, she added, ‘And these are Andrew Morgan and Peter Dyer; we are all in our third year here.’
‘Yes, indeed, we would all like to help,’ Morgan said, and Dyer, smaller than the other two and with round eyes, only nodded.
‘Very good,’ Laurence managed, looking surreptitiously down at the girl. Her hair was cut bowl-fashion, just like the two boys’, and she had a sturdy, stocky build; her voice was scarcely pitched higher than theirs: his mistake had not been unnatural. Now that he gave a moment’s thought to the matter, it made perfect sense; the Corps would naturally train up a few girls, in anticipation of needing them as Longwings hatched, and likely Captain Harcourt was herself the product of such training. But he could not help wondering what sort of parent would hand over a girl of tender years to the rigor of the service.
They came out into the courtyard and were met by a scene of raucous activity: a great confusion of wings and dragon voices filling the air. Most if not all of the dragons had just come from feeding and were now being attended by members of their crews, who were busy cleaning the harnesses. Despite Rankin’s words, Laurence scarcely saw a dragon whose captain was not standing by its head and petting or talking to it; this evidently was a common interlude during the day when dragons and their handlers were at liberty.
He did not immediately see Temeraire; after searching the busy courtyard for a few moments, he realized that Temeraire had settled outside the exterior walls, likely to avoid the bustle and noise. Before going out to him, Laurence took the cadets over to Levitas: the little dragon was curled up alone just inside the courtyard walls, watching the other dragons with their officers. Levitas was still in his harness, but it looked much better than it had on the previous day: the leather looked as though it had been worked over and rubbed with oil to make it more supple, and the metal rings joining the straps were brightly polished.
Laurence now guessed that the rings were intended to provide a place for the carabiners to latch on; though Levitas was small compared to Temeraire, he was still a large creature, and Laurence thought he could easily sustain the weight of the three cadets for the short journey. The dragon was eager and happy for the attention, his eyes brightening as Laurence made the suggestion.
‘Oh yes, I can carry you all easily,’ he said, looking at the three cadets, who looked back at him with no less eagerness. They all scrambled up as nimbly as squirrels, and each of them locked on to two separate rings in an obviously well-practiced motion.
Laurence tugged on each strap; they seemed secure enough. ‘Very well, Levitas; take them down to the shore, and Temeraire and I will meet you there shortly,’ he said, patting the dragon’s side.
Having seen them off, Laurence wove through the other dragons and made his way out of the gate. He stopped short on his first clear look at Temeraire; the dragon looked strangely downcast, a marked difference from his happy attitude at the conclusion of the morning’s work, and Laurence hurried to his side. ‘Are you not feeling well?’ Laurence asked, inspecting his jaws, but Temeraire was bloodstained and messy from his meal, and looked to have eaten well. ‘Did something you ate disagree with you?’
‘No, I am perfectly well,’ Temeraire said. ‘It is only— Laurence, I am a proper dragon, am I not?’
Laurence stared; the note of uncertainty in Temeraire’s voice was wholly new. ‘As proper a dragon as there is in the world; what on earth would make you ask such a question? Has anyone said anything unkind to you?’ A quick surge of temper was rising in him already at the mere possibility; the aviators might look at him askance and say what they liked, but he was not going to tolerate anyone making remarks to Temeraire.
‘Oh, no,’ Temeraire said, but
