you as brothers, and not as prisoners at all," he added, with a look at once tactful and significant: a delicate hinting that they need not be prisoners for their part, either, if they chose.
The whole speech, his earnest manner, had a vaguely mercenary quality, which, to do justice to the man's humanity, he gave with a very faint, dismissive air; so to accept would have needed only a nod. Laurence looked away instead; to hide his expression of distaste; but Temeraire said, "If he does not like us to be prisoners, it seems to me he is the Emperor, and can let us go if he likes. We are not going to fight for you against our own friends back in England, if that is what you mean."
De Guignes smiled without any sign of offense. "His Majesty would never invite you to any dishonorable act." A pretty sentiment, and one which Laurence was inclined to trust from Bonaparte as much as from the Lords of the Admiralty: less. De Guignes rose gracefully and said, "I hope you will excuse me now to my other duties: Sergeant Lasalle and his men will escort you to your quarters for dinner, Captain, when you have finished your conversation," and so quitted them strategically, to let them contemplate his vague suggestions alone.
They did not say anything a while; Temeraire scratched at the ground. "I suppose we cannot stay," he muttered, half-ashamedly, "even if we did not fight? I thought we would go back to China, but then we have still left everything in Europe as it is. I am sure I can protect you from Lien, and perhaps I might help work upon that road; or I might write books. It seems very nice here," he added. "One could go walking, here in the gardens, or in the road, and meet people."
Laurence looked down at his hands, which held no answer. He did not mean to grieve Temeraire, or to distress him, but he had known his own fate since first they had embarked upon this adventure; and at last he said quietly, "My dear, I hope you will stay, and have whatever profession you desire; or that Bonaparte will give you passage back to China if you prefer it. But I must go home to England."
Temeraire paused, and then he said uncertainly, "But they will hang you - "
"Yes," Laurence said.
"I will not, I will never let them," Temeraire said. "Laurence - "
"I have committed treason," Laurence said. "I will not now add cowardice to that crime, nor let you shield me from its consequences." He looked away; Temeraire was silent and trembling, and it was painful to look at him. "I do not regret what we have done," he said quietly. "I would not have undertaken the act, if I were not willing to die for it; but I do not mean to live a traitor."
Temeraire shuddered, and drew himself back onto his haunches, staring blindly out into the gardens; motionless. "And if we stay," he said, eventually, "they will say it was all self-interest - that we brought the cure for a reward, so that we should have a pleasant life, here or in China; or perhaps that we were cowards, and thought Napoleon would win the war, and we did not want to fight. They will never admit that they were in the wrong; and that we have sacrificed our own happiness, to repair what never ought have been done, in the first place."
Laurence had not so articulated his instinctive decision; he did not need to, to know what he must do. For his own part, he did not care what should be thought of it, and said so. "What will be thought of it, I already know, and I do not suppose anything now will alter those sentiments; if that were of any importance, we should not have gone. I am not returning to make a political gesture, but because it must be done; if there is any honor to be preserved after such an act."
"Well, I would not give a button for honor," Temeraire said. "But I do care about the lives of our friends, and that those lords should learn to be ashamed of what they have done; which I suppose they will never do, but others might, if they were not given so convenient an excuse to dismiss the whole matter." He bowed his head. "Very well; we will tell him no, and if he