His Majesty's Dragon - By Naomi Novik Page 0,59

askance and say what they liked, but he was not going to tolerate anyone making remarks to Temeraire.

“Oh, no,” Temeraire said, but in a way that made Laurence doubt the words. “No one was unkind, but they could not help noticing, while we were all feeding, that I do not look quite like the rest of them. They are all much more brightly colored than I am, and their wings do not have so many joins. Also, they have those ridges along their backs, and mine is plain, and I have more talons on my feet.” He turned and inspected himself as he catalogued these differences. “So they looked at me a little oddly, but no one was unkind. I suppose it is because I am a Chinese dragon?”

“Yes, indeed, and you must recall that the Chinese are counted the most skilled breeders in the world,” Laurence said firmly. “If anything, the others should look to you as their ideal, not the reverse, and I beg you will not for a moment doubt yourself. Only consider how well Celeritas spoke of your flying this morning.”

“But I cannot breathe fire, or spit acid,” Temeraire said, settling back down, still with an air of dejection. “And I am not as big as Maximus.” He was quiet for a moment, then added, “He and Lily ate first; the rest of us had to wait until after they were done, and then we were allowed to hunt as a group.”

Laurence frowned; it had not occurred to him that dragons would have a system of rank among themselves. “My dear, there has never been a dragon of your breed in England, so your precedence has not yet been established,” he said, trying to find an explanation which would console Temeraire. “Also, perhaps it has something to do with the rank of their captains, for you must recall that I have less seniority than any other captain here.”

“That would be very silly; you are older than most of them are, and have a great deal of experience,” Temeraire said, losing some of his unhappiness in indignation over the idea of a slight to Laurence. “You have won battles, and most of them are only still in training.”

“Yes, though at sea, and things are very different aloft,” Laurence said. “But it is quite true that precedence and rank are not guarantors of wisdom or good breeding; pray do not take it so to heart. I am sure that when we have been in service a year or two, you will be acknowledged as you deserve. But for the moment, did you get enough to eat? We shall return to the feeding grounds at once if not.”

“Oh, no, there was no shortage,” Temeraire said. “I was able to catch whatever I wanted, and the others did not get in my way very much at all.”

He fell silent, and was clearly still inclined to be dismal; Laurence said, “Come, we must see about getting you bathed.”

Temeraire brightened at the prospect, and after the better part of an hour spent playing with Levitas in the lake and then being scrubbed by the cadets, his spirits were greatly restored. Afterwards, he curled happily about Laurence in the warm courtyard when they settled down together to read, apparently much happier. But Laurence still saw Temeraire looking at his gold-and-pearl chain more often, and touching it with the tip of his tongue; he was beginning to recognize the gesture as a desire for reassurance. He tried to put affection in his voice as he read, and stroked the foreleg on which he was comfortably seated.

He was still frowning with concern later that evening, as he came into the officers’ club; a left-handed blessing, for the momentary hush that fell when he came into the room bothered him far less than it might otherwise have done. Granby was standing at the pianoforte near the door, and he pointedly touched his forehead in salute and said, “Sir,” as Laurence came in.

It was an odd sort of insolence that could hardly be reprimanded; Laurence chose to answer as if it had been sincere, and said politely, “Mr. Granby,” with a nod that he made a general gesture to the room, and walked on with what haste was reasonable. Rankin was sitting far back in a corner of the room by a small table, reading a newspaper; Laurence joined him, and in a few moments the two of them had set up the chessboard which Rankin had

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