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he paid some five times its value and at once had it knocked smartly over the head with a cudgel to stun it and trundled to its doom in a wheelbarrow by one of his harness-men. Temeraire took it and ate it raw, too hungry to wait for cooking, and painstakingly licked clean his talons afterwards.

"Sir," Laurence said, restraining his temper, "you have not the proper supply for a heavy-weight, and the daily distance you cross is a tenth of what he can do."

"What difference does that make?" General Lestocq said, bristling. "I do not know what kind of discipline you run in England, but if you are with this army, you march with it! Good God, your dragon is hungry; so are all my men hungry. A fine form we should be in, if I began letting them run fifty miles afield to feed themselves."

"We would be at every evening's camp - " Laurence said.

"Yes, you will be," Lestocq said, "and you will be at the morning camp, and at the noon camp, and with the rest of the dragon-corps at every moment, or I will have you down as a deserter; now get out of my tent."

"I take it things went well," Granby said, looking at his face when Laurence came back into the small abandoned shepherd's hut which was their day's shelter, the first time they had slept dry in the week of slow and miserable marching since Posen; Laurence threw his gloves down on the cot with violence, and sat down to pull off his boots, ankle-deep in mud.

"I have half a mind to take Temeraire and be gone after all," Laurence said furiously. "Let that old fool put us down as deserters if he likes, and be damned to him."

"Here," Granby said, and picked up some of the straw from the floor to take hold of the boot-heel, so Laurence could get his foot out. "We could always go hunting, and join up again if we see a fight coming," he said, wiping off his hands and sitting back down on his own cot. "They'll hardly turn us away."

Laurence almost gave it consideration, but he shook his head. "No; but if this continues as it is - "

It did not; instead their pace slowed even further, and the only thing in shorter supply than food was good news. Rumors had gone around the camp for several days that a peace settlement had been offered by the French; an almost general sigh of relief had issued from the weary troops, but as the days passed and no announcement came, hope failed. Then fresh rumors followed about the shocking terms: the whole vast swath of Prussian territory east of the Elbe to be surrendered, and Hanover, too; huge indemnities to be paid; and, outrageously, the crown prince to be sent to Paris, "under the care of the Emperor, to the improvement of understanding and friendship between our nations, desirable to all," as the sinister phrasing had it.

"Good Lord, he does begin to think himself a proper Oriental despot, doesn't he," Granby said, hearing this news. "What would he do if they broke the treaty, send the boy to the guillotine?"

"He had D'Enghien murdered for less cause," Laurence said, thinking with sorrow of the Queen, so charming and courageous, and how this fresh and personal threat should act upon her spirits. She and the King had gone on ahead to meet with the Tsar; that, at least, was a piece of encouragement: Alexander had pledged himself wholly to continue the war, and the Russian Army was already on its way to rendezvous with them in Warsaw.

"Laurence," Temeraire said, and Laurence shuddered up out of an old familiar night-terror: finding himself utterly alone on the deck of the Belize, his first command, in a gale; all the ocean lit up by lightning-flashes and not a human face anywhere in sight; with the unpleasant new addition of a dragon egg rolling ponderously towards the open forward hatch, too far for him to reach in time: not the green-speckled red of the Kazilik egg, but the pale porcelain of Temeraire's.

He wiped the dream from his face and listened to the distant sounds: too regular for thunder. "When did it begin?" he asked, reaching for his boots; the sky was only just growing lighter.

"A few minutes ago," Temeraire said.

They were three days from Warsaw, on the fourth of November. All through that day's march they heard the guns to the east, and