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bother to hunt for himself, even if he can fly, now."

It was not quite fair to call what Kulingile did at present flying: he had grown so used to dragging about on the ground that Dorset said he had failed to properly develop his instincts, so that now he had it all to learn from the beginning. Quite to the contrary of any natural assumption, it seemed that being so light did not help him at all. He might get off the ground very easily, but he would then float off in quite the opposite direction to the one he desired, and if he flapped too vigorously he would go caroming off anything around, and wrecked several trees in the process. Certainly he was not yet ready to hunt, although no-one could possibly have doubted his enthusiasm for that eventual day; he could not dive effectively at all.

Demane fetched his brother a clout across the ear. "You ought to be helping me, instead of sitting here wearing out your eyes," he said severely. "You are being very stupid: now we have a dragon, of our own, don't you understand? When he is grown a little bigger, he will be able to hunt, too, and fight; and then they cannot do anything to us we don't like."

"Who?" Sipho said; Temeraire wondered if perhaps Demane meant the bunyips.

"Anyone!" Demane said impatiently.

"Why would anyone do anything to us we don't like, unless we are going to war, and fighting them," Sipho said, "and if that is what you mean, then having a great huge big dragon will only mean you have to fight more, and the enemy will try and hurt you anyway, so that doesn't seem very safe to me at all."

Demane said, "I don't mean the enemy. The law has made the captain a prisoner, and taken all his property; what if they would try to take us, too? That is what I mean."

"Then we would run away," Sipho said, "except now we have a dragon following us around it would not be hard to catch us. And anyway," he added, spiteful and contradictory, "I expect they will not let you keep him, now he is going to live and be very big; they will want to give him to somebody else. And I don't care if they do."

Demane clouted him again, and stalked away, but later that afternoon he said to Roland quietly, "You don't suppose they would; take him away from me?"

"In half-a-second," Roland said absently, without looking up from the pistol which she had taken apart to clean, "if they had any chance of it; I think I heard that scrub Widdlow going on to Flowers about trying something of the sort." Demane did not say anything, and she looked up. "Don't be an ass," she added, "it don't work that way; ask Temeraire if he would have swapped Laurence, himself."

"Certainly not," Temeraire said, "although," he could not resist adding very quietly, so Dorset should not hear him, "I suppose Kulingile might be more fickle, but if he were, you might find anyway you prefer to remain among my crew; and you would certainly be welcome."

"That is quite enough murmuring; and inappropriate besides," Dorset said, without looking up, although Temeraire's throat felt much better by now, except when it was particularly dry, or they had not found very much water in a day or so. "I would hope that a grown dragon might have a little more restraint than to so resent a hatchling, I might add; I must consider it particularly shameful."

"What have you been saying to my captain?" Kulingile said suspiciously, picking up his head from his nap, which movement brought him back up off the ground, and trying to swim himself over to Demane managed to accidentally knock him and Roland both over into the sand.

"Nothing," Temeraire said, because he could not talk any more: Dorset had said so; and anyway he had only been trying to console Demane in case Kulingile should have proven false. If Kulingile remained steadfast, certainly no one would ever interfere, although Temeraire did think it was not quite so bad as Dorset painted it, when one considered that Demane had been his, first.

Laurence found that the resentment towards Demane, which had already been pronounced, easily transmuted itself in form: where the aviators had formerly criticized his daring to preserve a useless beast and thereby slow and threaten the recovery of the final egg, they now without any difficulty objected