OVERNIGHT, ICICLES HAD grown upon the overhang of the cave, a row of glittering teeth, and now as the sun struck they steadily dripped themselves away upon the stone, an uneven pattering without rhythm or sense. Temeraire opened his eyes, once in a while, dully to watch them shrink back away towards the edge; then he closed his eyes and put his head down. No one had further proposed his removal, or disturbed him.
A scrabbling of claws made him look up; a small dragon had landed on the ledge, and Lloyd was sliding down from its back - "Come now then," Lloyd said, tramping in, his boots ringing and smearing field-muck on the clean stone. "Come now, old boy, why such a fuss, today? We have a lovely visitor waiting - a nice fat bullock will set you up - "
Temeraire had never very much wanted to kill anyone, except of course anyone who tried to hurt Laurence; he liked to fight well enough, as it was exciting, but he had never thought that he would like to kill anyone just for himself. Only, in this moment it seemed to him he would much rather anything than have Lloyd before him, speaking so, when Laurence was dead.
"Be silent," he said, and when Lloyd continued, without a pause, " - the very best put aside for you special, tonight - " Temeraire stretched out his neck and put his head directly before Lloyd and said, low, "My captain is dead."
That at least meant something to Lloyd: he went white and stopped talking; he held himself very still. Temeraire watched him closely. It was almost disappointing. If only Lloyd would say something else dreadful, or do something foul as he always did; if only - but Laurence would not like it - Laurence would not have liked it - Temeraire drew in a long hissing breath, and drew his head back, curling in upon himself again, and Lloyd sagged in relief.
"Why, there's been some mistake," he said, after a moment, his voice only a few shades less hearty. "I've heard nothing, old boy, word would've been sent me - "
It made Temeraire angry all over again but differently; that sharp strange feeling was dulled, and now he felt quite tired, and wished only for Lloyd to be gone away.
"I dare say you would tell me he were alive, if he had been hanged at Tyburn," he said, bitterly, "only as long as it made me eat, and mate, and listen to you; well, I will not. I have borne it, I would have borne anything, only to keep Laurence alive; I will bear it no longer. I will eat when I like, and not otherwise, and I will not mate with anyone unless I choose." He looked at the little dragon who had brought Lloyd up and said, "Now take him away, if you please; and tell the others I do not want him brought again without asking first."
The little dragon bobbed his head nervously, and picked up the startled and protesting Lloyd to carry him down again. Temeraire closed his eyes and coiled himself again, with the drip-drip-drip of the icicles his only company.
A few hours later, Perscitia and Moncey landed on the cave ledge with a studied air of insouciance, carrying two fresh-killed cows. They brought them inside, in front of him. "I am not hungry," Temeraire said sharply.
"Oh, we only told Lloyd they was for you so he would let us have extra," Moncey said cheerfully. "You don't mind if we eat them here?" and he tore into the first one. Temeraire's tail twitched, entirely without volition, at the hot juicy smell of the blood, and when Perscitia nudged the second cow over, he took it in his jaws without really meaning to. Then somehow in a few swallows it was gone, and what they had left of the first also.
He went down for another, and even a fourth; he did not have to think or feel anything while he ate. A small flock of the littler dragons clustered together on the edge of the feeding grounds, watching him anxiously, and when he looked for another cow, a couple of them rose up to herd one towards him. But none of them spoke to him. When he had finished, he flew for a long distance along the river and settled down to drink only where he might be quite alone again. He felt sore in all his joints, as if he had flown very hard for a long time, in sleeting weather.
He washed, as well as he could manage alone, and went back to his cave to think. Perscitia came up to see him, with an interesting mathematical problem, but he looked at it and then said, "No. Help me find Moncey; I want to know what has been happening with the war."
"Why, I don't know," Moncey said, surprised, when they had tracked him down, lazing in a meadow on the mountainside with some of the other Winchesters and small ferals: they were playing a bit of a game, where they tossed tree-branches upon the ground and tried to pick up as many as they could without dropping any. "It's nothing to do with us, you know, not here. The Frenchy dragons and their captains are all kept over in Scotland, farther up. There won't be any fighting round here."
"It is to do with us, too," Temeraire said. "This is our territory, all of ours; and the French are trying to take it away. That is as much to do with us as if they were trying to take your cave, and more, because they will take everything else along with your cave."
The little dragons put down their sticks and came nearer to listen, with some interest. "But what do you want to do?" Moncey said.
The official couriers were crossing the countryside in every direction, at all speed, and the afternoon was not yet gone before Moncey and the other Winchesters were able to return, full of all the news which Temeraire could wish. If the numbers reported were perhaps a little inconsistent, that did not matter very much; Napoleon certainly had landed a great many men, all near London, and there had not been any great battle yet to throw him off.
"He is all over the coast, and then the fellows say there is this Marshal Davout fellow poking about in Kent, south of London, and another one, Lef��bvre, who is already somewhere along this way," Moncey said, pointing out the countryside west of the city, and nearest Wales.
"Oh, I know that one, he was at the siege of Danzig," Temeraire said. "I do not think he was so very clever, he did not make a big push to have us out, not until Lien came and took charge of everything. Where is our army?"
"All fallen back about London," Minnow said. "Everyone says there is going to be a big battle there, in a couple of weeks perhaps."
"Then there is not a moment to lose," Temeraire said.
They passed the word for another council-meeting, and everyone came promptly: the other big dragons considerably more respectful now, if Ballista still was patronizing as she said, "You are upset, of course, and no wonder; but I am sure if you tell them you would like another captain - "
"No," Temeraire said, the resonance making his whole body tremble, and looked away, while everyone fell quiet. After a moment he was able to continue. "I am not going to take another captain," he said, "a stranger; I do not need a handler as if I were one of Lloyd's cows. I can fight on my own, and so can any of you."
"But what is there to fight for?" Requiescat said. "Even if the French win, they ain't going to give us any bother, it will only be someone else taking eggs, just as careful."
There was a murmur of agreement, and Moncey added, a little plaintively, "And I thought you were on about how unfair the Admiralty are, and not letting us have any liberty."
"I do not mean to say anything for the Government at all," Temeraire said. "But this country is our territory as much as it is any man's; it belongs to us all together, and if we only sit here eating cows while Napoleon is trying to take it away, we have no right to complain of anything."
"Well, what's there to complain of, then?" Requiescat said. "We have everything as we like it."
"So you would quarrel over one wet unpleasant cave instead of another, but you would not like to sleep in a pavilion, which is never wet or cold, even in winter?" Temeraire said, scornfully. "You only think you have things as you like, because you have never seen anything better, and that is because you have spent all your lives penned up here or in coverts."
When he had described pavilions for them a little more, and the dragon-city in Africa, and added, "And in Yutien, there were dragons who were merchants, and all of them had heaps of jewels: only tin and glass, Laurence said, but they were very pretty anyway, and in Africa they had gold enough to put it on all their crews," there were not many dragons who did not sigh at least a little, and those who had some little bit of treasure on them looked at it, and many of the rest looked at them, wistfully.
"It all sounds a lot of gimcrackery to me," Requiescat said.
"Then you may stay here and have my cave, which is not a quarter as nice as a pavilion," Temeraire said coolly, "and when we have beaten Napoleon and taken prizes, you shan't have a share; Moncey will have more gold than you."