look, pulling off a glove. His bare hand curled into a fist. "Ten to one, and all of them went down too. And I'll bet they didn't land as softly."
Alek realized he'd said too much. Dylan probably knew crewmen who'd been wounded, or even killed, in the crash. For a moment Alek wondered if the boy was going to punch him.
But Dylan simply spat on the floor and turned to stalk away.
"Wait," Alek called. "I'm sorry."
The boy stopped but didn't turn around. "Sorry about what?"
"That your ship's so badly hurt. And for saying I'd let you starve."
"Come on," Dylan said gruffly. "We've got eggs to tend to."
Alek blinked, then hurried to follow. Eggs?
They made their way to a small room on the gondola's middle deck. It was a mess - machine parts strewn across the floor, along with broken glass and sprigs of hay. It felt oddly warm in here, with a smell like ...
"Is that brimstone?" Alek asked.
"The scientific name is sulfur. See here?" Dylan led him to a large box in a corner, which steamed with heat in the cold air. "Eggs have loads of sulfur in them, and most of these are broken, thanks to your German pals."
Alek blinked in the gloom. The rounded shapes before him looked exactly like ... giant eggs.
Chapter 21
"What sort of monstrous creature laid these?"
"They weren't laid, but made in a laboratory. When you create a new beastie, they have to stew for a while. The life threads are in there, building the beasties out of egg muck."
Alek looked down with distaste. "It all sounds very ungodly."
Dylan laughed. "The same thing happened when your ma carried you. Every living creature's got life threads, a whole instruction set in every cell of your body."
This was clearly pure rubbish, but Alek didn't dare argue. The last thing he wanted was more disgusting details. Still, he couldn't take his eyes off the gently steaming eggs.
"But what's going to come out of these?"
Dylan shrugged. "The lady boffin's not telling."
The boy slipped his hand into the hay where the giant eggs were nestled, and pulled out a thermometer. He squinted at it, swore softly at the darkness, then drew a tin pipe from his pocket and blew a few notes.
The room grew brighter, and Alek noticed a cluster of the glowing worms hanging from the ceiling by his head. He took a step away from them. "What are those things?"
Dylan looked up from his work. "What? Glowworms?"
Alek nodded. "An appropriate name, I suppose. Haven't you Darwinists discovered fire yet?"
"Get stuffed," Dylan said. "We use oil lamps, but until the ship's all patched, it's too barking dangerous. What do they use on zeppelins, candles?"
"Don't be absurd. I imagine they have electrical lights."
Dylan snorted. "Waste of energy. Bioluminescence worms make light from any kind of food. They can even eat soil, like an earthworm."
Alek eyed the cluster of worms uneasily. "And you whistle at them?"
"Aye." Dylan brandished the pipe. "I can command most of the ship's beasties with this."
"Yes, I remember you whistling up those ... spider-dogs?"
Dylan laughed. "Hydrogen sniffers. They patrol the skin for leaks - and chase down the occasional intruder. Sorry if they scared you."
"They didn't scare - ," Alek started, but then he noticed a pile of satchels on the floor. They were the ones he'd brought, the first-aid kits.
He knelt and opened one up. It was still full.
"Oh, right." Dylan turned back to the eggs, looking sheepish. "We haven't got those to the sick bay yet."
"I can see that."
"Well, Dr. Barlow had to check them first!" Dylan cleared his throat. "Then she wanted to see you straightaway."
Alek sighed, closing the satchel again. "Bringing medicine was probably a pointless gesture. No doubt you Darwinists heal people with ... leeches or something."
"Not that I know of." Dylan laughed. "Of course, we do use bread mold to stop infections."
"I certainly hope you're kidding."
"I never lie!" Dylan said, standing up from his work. "Listen, Alek, these eggs are warm as toast. Let's take those kits to the surgeons now. I'm sure they'll find a use for them."
Alek raised an eyebrow. "And you're not just humoring me?"
"Well, I'd also like to look for the bosun. He got shot right before the crash, and I don't know if he made it. Him and a mate of mine were dangling from a rope when we went down."
Alek nodded. "All right."
"And coming here was hardly a pointless gesture," Dylan said. "After all, you saved my bum from frostbite."
As they made their way