had lately been driven up the Channel by a gale.
The Allegiance had now the advantage of sailing to head
them off, rather than directly in their train. Riley said,
"We may as well keep on them a little while longer," with
studied calm, and put the ship after them, much to the
unspoken but evident satisfaction of the crew: if only the
other ship, which as yet they could not see, were fast
enough! Even a single frigate might do, imbued by the near
and awful presence of the Allegiance with greater force,
and so long as the Allegiance was on the horizon at the
climax of the chase, she should have a share in any prize
taken.
They searched the ocean anxiously, sweeping with their
glasses, without success; until Nitidus, who had been
jumping aloft at intervals, landed and said breathlessly,
"It is not a ship; it is dragons."
They strained to see, but the oncoming specks were lost
among the clouds, nearly all the time. But they were
certainly coming fast, and before the hour had closed, the
convoy had altered their course yet again: they were now
trying only to get under cover of some French gun
emplacement along the coast, risking the danger of running
for a lee-shore with the wind behind them. The Allegiance
had closed the distance to some thirty miles.
"Now may we go?" Temeraire said, looking around; all the
dragons were thoroughly roused, and though crouched to keep
from checking the ship's way, they had their heads craned
up on their necks, fixed intently upon the chase.
Laurence closed up his glass and turning said, "Mr. Ferris,
the fighting crew to go aboard, if you please." Emily held
out her hand for the glass, to carry it away; Laurence
looked down at her and said, "When you are finished,
Roland, I hope you and Dyer may be of use to Lieutenant
Ferris, on the lookouts."
"Yes, sir," she said, in almost a breathless squeak, and
dashed to stow the glass; Calloway gave her and Dyer each a
pistol, and Fellowes their harnesses a tug, before the two
of them scrambled aboard.
"I do not see why I must go last," Maximus said petulantly,
while Temeraire and Lily's crews scrambled aboard; Dulcia
and Nitidus already aloft, Messoria and Immortalis to make
ready next.
"Because you are a great mumping lummox and there is no
damned room to rig you out until the deck is cleared away,"
Berkley said. "Sit quiet and they will be off all the
sooner."
"Pray do not finish all the fighting until I am there,"
Maximus called after them, his deep bellow receding and
growing faint with the thunder of their passage; Temeraire
was stretching himself, outdistancing the others, and for
once Laurence did not mean to check him. With support so
near at hand, there was every reason to take advantage of
his speed; they needed only to harry and delay the convoy a
little while in order to bring up all the pursuit, which
should certainly make the enemy shipping strike.
But Temeraire had only just reached the convoy when the
clouds above the leading frigate went abruptly boiling away
in a sudden blazing eruption like cannon-fire, and through
the unearthly ochre glow, Iskierka came diving down, her
spikes dragging ragged shreds of mist and smoke along
behind her, and shot a flamboyant billowing arc of flame
directly across the ship's bows. Arkady and the ferals came
pouring after her, yowling fit for a nuisance of cats, and
went streaking up and down the length of the convoy,
hooting and shrilling, quite in range of the ships' guns;
but what looked like recklessness was not so, for they were
going by so swiftly that only the very merest chance could
have allowed a hit, and the force of their wings set all
the sails to shivering.
"Oh," Temeraire said doubtfully, as they went dashing
crazily past him, and paused to hover. Iskierka meanwhile
was flying in coiled circles over the frigate, yelling down
at them to strike, to strike, or she would burn them all up
to a tinder, only see if she would not; and she jetted off
another burst of flame for emphasis, directly into the
water, which set up a monstrous hissing pillar of steam.
The colors came promptly down, and meekly the rest of the
convoy followed suit. Where Laurence would have expected
the lack of prize-crews to pose many difficulties, there
were none: the ferals at once busily and in a practiced
manner set about herding the prizes as skillfully as
sheepdogs tending their flock, snapping at the wheelmen,
and nudging them by the bows to encourage them to turn
their heads for England. The littlest of the ferals, like
Gherni and Lester, landed on the ships directly, terrifying
the poor sailors almost mortally.
"Oh, it is all her own notion," Granby said ruefully,
shaking Laurence's hand, on the bow of the Allegiance; when
that vessel had met them halfway and traveling now in
company they had resumed their course for Dover. "She
refused to see why the Navy ought to get all the prizes;
and I am afraid she has suborned those damned ferals. I am
sure she has them secretly flying the Channel at night
looking for prizes, without reporting them, and when they
tell her of one, she pretends she has just taken it into
her head to go in such and such a direction. They are as
good as any prize-crew ever was; the sailors are all as
meek as maids, with one of them aboard."
The remainder of the ferals were aloft, singing lustily
together in their foreign tongue, and larking about with
satisfaction. Iskierka however had crammed herself in among
the formation, and in particular had seized the place along
the starboard rail where Temeraire preferred to nap. She
was no small addition: having gained her full growth in the
intervening months since they had seen her, she was now
enormously long and sprawling, the heavy coils of her
serpentine body at least as long as Temeraire, and draped
over anything which happened to be in her way, most
inconveniently.
"There is not enough room for you," Temeraire said
ungraciously, nosing away the coil which she had deposited
upon his back, and picking up his foot out of the other
which was slithering around it. "I do not see why you
cannot fly back to Dover."
"You may fly to Dover if you like," Iskierka said, flicking
the tip of her tail dismissively. "I have flown all
morning, and anyway I am going to stay with my prizes. Look
how many of them there are," she added, exultant.
"They are all our prizes," Temeraire said.
"As it is the rule, I suppose we must share with you," she
said, with an air of condescension, "but you did nothing
except come late, and watch," a remark which Temeraire
rather instinctively felt the justice of, than disputed,
and he hunched down to sulk over the situation in silence.
Iskierka nudged him. "Look how fine my captain is," she
added, to heap on coals of fire; and much to poor Granby's
embarrassment: he was indeed a little ridiculously fine,
gold-buttoned and-beringed, and the sword at his waist also
hilted in gold, with a great absurd diamond at the pommel,
which he did his best to conceal with his hand.
"She fusses for days, if I will not, every time she takes
another prize," Granby muttered, crimson to the ears.
"How many has she taken?" Laurence said, rather dubiously.
"Oh-five, since she set about it in earnest, some of them
strings like this one," Granby said. "They strike to her
right off, as soon as she gives them a bit of flame; and we
have not a great deal of competition for them: I do not
suppose you know, we have not been able to hold the
blockade."
They exclaimed over this news with alarm. "It is the French
patrols," Granby said. "I don't know how, but I would swear
they have another hundred dragons more than they ought, on
the coast; we cannot account for them. They only wait until
we are out of sight, and then they go for the ships on
blockade: dropping bombs, and as we haven't enough dragons
well yet to guard at all hours, the Navy must stand shipand-ship, to fend them off. It is a damned good thing you
have come home."
"Five prizes," Temeraire said, very low, and his temper was
not improved when they reached Dover, where upon a jutting
promontory above the cliffs Iskierka now had a large
pavilion made of blackened stone, sweating from the
exhalations of her spines and surely over-warm in the
summer heat. Temeraire nevertheless regarded it with
outrage, particularly after she had smugly arranged herself
upon the threshold, her coils of vivid red and violet
displayed to advantage against the stone, and informed him
that he was very welcome to sleep there, if he should feel
at all uncomfortable in his clearing.
He swelled up and said very coolly, "No, I thank you," and
retreating to his own clearing did not even resort to the
usual consolation, of polishing his breastplate, but only
curled his head beneath his wing and sulked.
Chapter 14
Thousands Slain! Cape Coast Destroyed!
Louanda and Benguela Burnt!
It will require yet some time before a complete Accounting
will render final all the worst fears of Kin and Creditors
alike, throughout these Isles, as to the extent of the
Disaster, which has certainly encompassed the Wreck of
several of our foremost citizens, for the destruction of
many of their Interests, and left us to mourn without
certain knowledge the likely Fate of our brave Adventurers
and our noble Missionaries. Despite the territorial
Questions, associated with the War with France, which
lately made us Enemies, the deepest Sympathies must be
extended now across the Channel to those bereaved Families,
in the Kingdom of Holland, who in the Settlers at the Cape
Colony have lost in some cases all their nearest Relations.
All voices must be united in lamenting the most hideous and
unprovoked Assault imaginable, by a Horde of violent and
savage Beasts, egged on by the Jealousy of the native
Tribesmen, resentful of the rewards of honest Christian
labor...
LAURENCE FOLDED THE paper, from Bristol, and threw it
beside the coffee-pot, with the caricature facing
downwards: a bloated and snaggle-toothed creature labeled
Africa, evidently meant to be a dragon, and several
unclothed natives of grinning black visage prodding with
spears a small knot of women and children into its open
maw, while the pitiful victims uplifted their hands in
prayer and cried O Have You No Pity in a long banner
issuing from their mouths.
"I must go see Jane," he said. "I expect we will be bound
for London, this afternoon; if you are not too tired."
Temeraire was still toying with his last bullock, not quite
sure if he wanted it or not; he had taken three, greedy
after the short commons of their voyage. "I do not mind
going," he said, "and perhaps we may go a little early, and
see our pavilion; there can be no reason not to go near the
quarantine-grounds now, surely."
If they did not bring the first intelligence of the
wholesale disaster in Africa, having been preceded in their
flight by many a swifter vessel, certainly they carried the
best: before their arrival, no-one in England had any
notion of the identity of the mysterious and implacable foe
who had so comprehensively swept clean the African coast.
Laurence and Harcourt and Chenery had of course written
dispatches, describing their experiences, and handed them
on to a frigate which had passed them off Sierra Leone, and
to another in Madeira; but in the end, these had only
anticipated their arrival by a few days. In any case,
formal dispatches, even the lengthy ones produced over the
leisure of a month at sea, were by no means calculated to
satisfy the clamoring demands of Government for information
on so comprehensive a disaster.
Jane at least did not waste their time with a recounting of
the facts. "I am sure you will have enough of that before
their Lordships," she said. "You will both have to come,
and Chenery also; although perhaps I can beg you off,
Harcourt, if you like: under the circumstances."
"No, sir, thank you," Catherine said, flushing. "I should
prefer no special treatment."
"Oh, I will take all the special treatment we can get, with
both hands," Jane said. "At least it will make them give us
chairs, I expect; you look wretched."
Jane herself was much improved, from when Laurence had left
her; her hair was shot more thoroughly with silver, but her
face, better fleshed, showed all the effects of cares
lightened and a return to flying: a healthier wind-burnt
color in the cheek, and lips a little chapped. She frowned
at Catherine, who despite a perpetual lobsterish color from