Black Powder War (21 page)

Chapter 9

THERE WAS SCARCELY an opportunity to think, to do anything but stare; the Kazilik dragons had moved to flank Temeraire, and Mustafa was already beckoning them closer to the throne. Laurence numbly stepped forward and made his formal bow with less than his customary grace. The Sultan looked at him without much expression. His face was very broad, his neck disappearing between his clothing and his square brown beard, and rather delicate-featured, with a contemplative look in his handsome dark eyes; he carried within himself an air of repose and of dignity, which seemed rather natural than assumed.

All the prepared speech had gone entirely from Laurence's head, and his rehearsed phrases; he looked up at the Sultan squarely and said in the plainest French,

"Your Majesty, you know my errand, and the agreement between our nations. All her obligations under that agreement Britain has fulfilled, and the payment has been delivered. Will you give us the eggs for which we have come?"

The Sultan received this blunt speech calmly and with no sign of anger; he spoke himself in fluent and easy

French and said mildly, "Peace be upon your country, and your King; let us pray that friendship will never fail between us." He said a little more in this vein, and spoke of deliberations among his ministers, and promised another audience, and the pursuit of many inquiries. Still laboring under the violent and unhappy shock of finding Lien in the midst of the Sultan's court and his inner councils, Laurence had difficulty in following all he said, but none at all in understanding the meaning underneath: more delay, more refusal, and no intention at all of providing satisfaction. There was indeed little effort made to conceal that meaning: the Sultan made no denials, no explanations, counterfeited no wrath or dismay. Almost he spoke with a touch of pity in his look, though not in the least a softening, and when he had finished, he dismissed them at once, without granting Laurence another opportunity to speak.

Temeraire's attention throughout had never wavered: he had not so much as glanced at the Sultan he had been so eager to see, despite all the glittering display, but rather kept his eyes fixed upon Lien; his shoulders were bunched from moment to moment, and his foreleg crept up by small degrees until it was nearly bumping against Laurence's back, waiting to snatch him away.

The Kaziliks had to nudge him to set him into motion, away along the path, and he went sideways, crab-stepping awkwardly, so as not to face away from her; she for her part never stirred, but as serene as a snake let her eyes follow them back around the curve of the palace and out of the inner courtyard again, until the wall hid her from view.

"Bezaid says she has been here three weeks," Temeraire said; his ruff was spread full and trembling, and had not lowered since the moment they had laid eyes upon Lien. He had made a great protest when Laurence had tried to go into the kiosque, refusing to let him out of his sight; even in the garden he had nudged Laurence insistently to climb upon his foreleg, and his officers had been forced to come out to hear his report.

"Long enough to have knocked us to flinders," Granby said grimly. "If she's of a like mind with Yongxing, she wouldn't have scrupled to toss poor Yarmouth into the Med, any more than he would have minded having you knocked on the head; and as for Arbuthnot's accident, it's no great trouble for a dragon to spook a horse."

"She might have done all this and more besides," Laurence said, "and made no headway against us, if the Turks had not been full willing to profit by it."

"They have fallen in with Bonaparte for certain, and make no mistake," Lieutenant Ferris agreed, smoldering, "and I wish they may have joy of it, when they are dancing to his tune; they'll soon enough be sorry for it."

"We will be sorrier, sooner," Laurence said.

The shadow overhead silenced them all, but for Temeraire's savage and rumbling growl; and the two Kaziliks sat up hissing anxiously as Lien circled down and landed gracefully in the clearing. Temeraire bared his teeth at her and snarled.

"You sound like a dog," she said to him, cool and disdainful, in fluent French, "and your manners are not much different. Will you bark at me next?"

"I do not care if you think I am rude," Temeraire said, tail lashing militantly, with much danger to the surrounding trees, walls, statuary. "If you want to fight, I am ready, and I will not let you hurt Laurence or my crew, ever."

"Why should I wish to fight you?" Lien said; she settled herself back upon her haunches, sitting erect like a cat, with her tail coiled neatly around herself, and unblinking stared at them.

Temeraire paused. "Because-because-but do you not hate me? I would hate you, if Laurence had been killed, and it were at all your fault," he said candidly.

"And like a barbarian, you would fling yourself at me and try to claw me to death, I am sure," Lien said.

Temeraire's tail faded slowly to the ground, only the very tip still twitching, and he gazed at her nonplussed; that would certainly have been his very reaction. "Well, I am not afraid of you."

"No," she said calmly. "Not yet."

Temeraire stared at her, and she added, "Would your death repay one tenth part of what you have taken from me? Do you think I would count your captain's blood equal to that of my dear companion, a great and honorable prince, as far above yours as pure jade is to the offal that lies in the streets?"

"Oh!" Temeraire said, with indignation, ruffing up even further. "He was not honorable, at all, or else he would not have tried to have Laurence killed; Laurence is worth a hundred of him or any other prince, and anyway, Laurence is a prince now himself," he added.

"Such a prince you may keep," she said, contemptuous. "For my companion, I will have a truer revenge."

"Well," Temeraire said, snorting, "if you do not want to fight, and you do not mean to hurt Laurence, I do not know why you have come; and you can go away again now, because I do not trust you in the least," he finished defiantly.

"I came," she said, "to be certain that you understood. You are very young and stupid, and you have been badly educated; I would pity you, if I had any pity left.

"You have overthrown the whole of my life, torn me from family and friends and home; you have ruined all my lord's hopes for China, and I must live knowing that all for which he fought and labored was for naught. His spirit will live unquiet, and his grave go untended.

"No, I will not kill you, or your captain, who binds you to his country." She shook out her ruff and leaning forward said softly, "I will see you bereft of all that you have, of home and happiness and beautiful things. I will see your nation cast down and your allies drawn away. I will see you as alone and friendless and wretched as am I; and then you may live as long as you like, in some dark and lonely corner of the earth, and I will call myself content."

Temeraire was wide-eyed and transfixed by the low monotone finality of her words, his own ruff wilting slowly down to lie flat against his neck, and by the time she had finished he was huddled small away from her, clutching Laurence still closer with both his forelegs shielding him like a cage.

She half-unfurled her wings, gathering herself together. "I am leaving now for France, and the service of this barbarian emperor," she said. "It is certain that the miseries of my exile will be many, but I will bear them better now, having spoken to you. We will not meet again perhaps for a long while; I hope you will remember me, and know what joys you have are numbered."

She leapt aloft, and with three quick wing-strokes was away and swiftly diminishing.

"For God's sake," Laurence said strongly, when they had stood all together utterly silent and dismayed awhile, in her wake, "we are not children, to be frightened witless by threats; and that she meant us all the ill in the world we already knew."

"Yes, but I did not know quite so well," Temeraire said, in a small voice, and did not seem inclined to let Laurence move away.

"My dear, pray do not let her distress you," Laurence said, laying his hand on Temeraire's soft muzzle. "You would only be giving her what she desires, your unhappiness, and cheap at the cost of a few words. They are hollow: even she, powerful as she is, alone cannot make so great a difference to the war; and Napoleon would exert himself to the fullest towards our destruction regardless of her assistance."

"But she has already done us a great deal of harm, herself," Temeraire said unhappily. "Now they will not let us have the eggs that we need so badly, and have done so much for."

"Laurence," Granby said abruptly, "by God, these villains have bloody well stolen half-a-million pounds, and like as not used the funds to build themselves those fortifications so they could thumb their noses at the Navy. We cannot let it stand; we must do something. Temeraire could bring half this palace down on their heads with one proper roar-"

"We will not murder and ruin to revenge ourselves, as she does; such a satisfaction we ought and do disdain," Laurence said. "No," he continued, raising a hand when Granby would have protested. "Do you go and send the men to their supper, and then to take some rest, as much sleep as they can manage, while the light lasts.

"We leave tonight," he continued, very cold and calm, "and we take the eggs with us."

"Sherazde says her egg is being kept inside the harem," Temeraire said, after some inquiry, "near the baths, where it is warm."

"Temeraire, they will not give us away?" Laurence asked with anxiety, looking at the Kaziliks.

"I have not told them why I am asking," Temeraire admitted, with a guilty look. "It does not feel quite proper; but after all," he added, "we will take good care of the eggs, so they will not mind; and the people have no right to object, since they took the gold. But I cannot ask them very much more, or they will wonder why I want to know."

"We will have the devil of a time stumbling about looking for them," Granby said. "I suppose the place must be littered with guards, and if the women see us they will surely send up a howl; this mission will be no joke."

"I think we must only a few of us go," Laurence said, low. "I will take a few volunteers-"

"Oh, the devil you will!" Granby exclaimed furiously. "No, this time I damned well put my foot down, Laurence. Send you off to go scrambling about in that warren with no notion where you are going, and nothing more likely than running into a dozen guards round every corner; I should like to see myself do it. I am not going back to England to tell them I sat about twiddling my thumbs whilst you got yourself cut to pieces. Temeraire, you are not to let him go, do you hear me? He is sure to be killed; I give you my word."

"If the party are sure to be killed, I am not going to let anyone go!" Temeraire said, in high alarm, and sat up sharp, quite prepared to physically hold anyone back who made an attempt to leave.

"Temeraire, this is plain exaggeration," Laurence said. "Mr. Granby, you overstate the case, and you overstep your bounds."

"Well, I don't," Granby said defiantly. "I have bit my tongue a dozen times over, because I know it is wretched hard to sit about watching and you haven't been trained up to it, but you are a captain, and you must be more careful of your neck. It isn't only your own but the Corps' affair if you snuff it, and mine too."

"If I may," Tharkay said quietly, interrupting when Laurence would have remonstrated further with Granby, "I will go; alone I am reasonably sure I can find a way to the eggs, without rousing any alarm, and then I can return and guide the rest of the party there."

"Tharkay," Laurence said, "this is no service you owe us; I would not order even a man under oath of arms to undertake it, without he were willing."

"But I am willing," Tharkay gave his faint half-smile, "and more likely to come back whole from it than anyone else here."

"At the cost of running thrice the risk, going and coming back and going again," Laurence said, "with a fresh chance of running into the guards every time through."

"So it is very dangerous, then," Temeraire said, overhearing to too much purpose, and pricking up his ruff further. "You are not to go, at all, Granby is quite right; and neither is anyone else."

"Oh, Hell," Laurence said, under his breath.

"It seems there is very little alternative to my going," Tharkay said.

"Not you either!" Temeraire contradicted, to Tharkay's startlement, and settled down as mulish as a dragon could look; and Granby had folded his arms and wore an expression very similar. Laurence had ordinarily very little inclination to profanity, but he was sorely tempted on this occasion. An appeal to Temeraire's reason might sway him to allow a party to make the attempt, if he could be persuaded to accept the risk as necessary for the gain, like a battle; but he would surely balk at seeing Laurence go, and Laurence had not the least intention of sending men on so deadly an enterprise if he were not going himself, Corps rules be damned.

They were left at a standstill, and then Keynes came out into the gardens. "For the sake of secrecy, it is to be hoped neither of those dragons understands English," he said. "If you have all done shouting like fishwives, Dunne begs the favor of a word, Captain; he and Hackley saw the baths, during their excursion."

"Yes, sir," Dunne said; he was sitting up on his makeshift cot, pale with fever-hot cheeks, in only breeches and a shirt hanging loose over his lacerated skin; Hackley, slighter than he, had taken the flogging worse and was still prostrated. "At least, I am almost sure; they all had the ends of their hair wet, coming out of the place, and the fair ones-the fair ones looked pink with heat." He dropped his eyes ashamedly, not looking Laurence in the face, and finished hurriedly, "And there were a dozen chimneys out of the building, sir, all of them smoking away, though it was midday and hot."

Laurence nodded. "Do you remember the way, and are you strong enough to go?"

"I do well enough, sir," Dunne said.

"He would do well enough to stay lying down," Keynes said caustically.

Laurence hesitated. "Can you draw us a map?" he asked Dunne.