commend her for making the right decision.
But what if the squall changed course? Or faded to a drizzle before it arrived at the Scrubs?
Deryn clenched her teeth, wondering how long she'd been up here. Weren't ten minutes almost up? Or had her sense of time gone crook in the vast, cold sky?
Her eyes darted back and forth between the rolled-up yellow cloth and the approaching storm, wondering what a boy would do.
FIVE
When Prince Aleksandar awoke, his tongue was coated with sickly sweetness. The awful taste overpowered his other senses; he couldn't see or hear or even think, as if his brain were drenched in sugary brine.
Gradually his head cleared - he smelled kerosene and heard tree branches thrashing past outside. The world rocked dizzily around him, hard-edged and metallic.
Then Alek began to remember: the midnight piloting lesson, his teachers turning on him, and finally the sweet-smelling chemical that had knocked him out. He was still in the Stormwalker, still moving away from home. All of it had really happened... . He'd been kidnapped.
At least he was still alive. Maybe they planned to ransom him. Humiliating, he supposed, but better than dying.
His kidnappers evidently didn't think Alek was much of a threat. They hadn't tied him up. Someone had even thought to put a blanket between him and the rocking metal floor.
He opened his eyes and saw shifting patches of light, a grid of swaying shadows cast by a ventilation grill. Neat racks of explosive shells lined the walls, and the hiss of pneumatics was louder than ever. He was in the belly of the Stormwalker - the gunners' station.
"Your Highness?" came a nervous voice.
Alek pulled himself up from the blanket, squinting through the darkness. One of the crewmen sat bolt upright against a rack of shells, wide-eyed and at attention. Traitor or not, the man probably had never been alone with a prince before. He didn't look much older than twenty.
"Where are we?" Alek said, trying to use the steely tone of command his father had taught him.
"I ... suppose I don't know exactly, Your Highness."
Alek frowned, but the man had a point. There wasn't much to see down here except through the gun sight of the 57-millimeter cannon. "Where are we headed, then?"
The crewman swallowed, then reached a hand up toward the communicating hatch. "I'll get Count Volger."
"No," Alek snapped, and the man froze.
Aleksandar smiled grimly. At least someone in this machine remembered his station.
"What's your name?"
The man saluted. "Corporal Bauer, sir."
"All right, Bauer," he said in a calm, even voice. "I'm ordering you to let me go. I can drop out the belly hatch while we're still moving. You can follow and help me get home. I'll make sure my father rewards you. You'll be a hero, instead of a traitor."
"Your father ..." The man's face fell. "I'm so sorry."
Like a long echo rolling in from a distance, Alek's mind replayed what Count Volger had said as the chemical had taken hold - something about his parents being dead.
"No," he said again, but the tone of command was gone. Suddenly the metal confines of the Stormwalker's belly felt crushingly small. In his own ears Alek's voice sounded broken now, like a child's. "Please let me go."
But the man looked away, embarrassed, reaching up to rap on the hatchway with an oily wrench.
"Your father made preparations before he left for Sarajevo," Count Volger said. "In case the worst happened."
Alek didn't answer. He was staring out the Stormwalker's viewport from the commander's chair, watching the tops of young hornbeam trees roll past. Beside him Otto Klopp guided the machine with steady, perfect motions of the saunters.
Dawn was breaking, the horizon turning bloodred. They were still deep in the forest, heading west on a narrow carriage path.
"He was a wise man," Klopp said. "He knew that going so close to Serbia would be dangerous."
"But threats couldn't keep the archduke from his duty," Count Volger said.
"Duty?" Alek held his throbbing head; he could still taste the chemicals in his mouth. "But my mother ... He would never take her into danger."
Chapter 4
Count Volger sighed. "Whenever Princess Sophie could participate in affairs of state, your father was happy."
Alek shut his eyes. It always pained Father when Sophie wasn't allowed to stand beside him at official receptions. More punishment for loving a woman who wasn't royal.
The thought of his parents dead was absurd. "This is a trick to keep me quiet. You're all lying!"
No one answered. The cabin resonated with the growl of Daimler