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Sydney, and trade it to you. So everyone may have something they like, and no one has to travel anywhere they don't want, and by the end of it, no one gets left with anything they don't care for," which seemed to Temeraire an eminently sensible arrangement through and through.

Laurence did not seem quite so sanguine. "How often do the serpents come, with such a load?" he asked.

Tharunka consulted with Binmuck, the chief of her companions: a woman with a soft and peculiarly deep voice. With the women's habit of silent labor, this had encouraged the aviators to think her shy: but she had quite established her authority after Maynard had attempted, with an offering of rum which he had somehow once again filched out of the stores, to wheedle one of the younger women out behind the pavilion.

This conversation, which had been carried out in a combination of coaxing whispers and covert pantomime - to evade Laurence's attention, as he had made quite clear his opinion of such behavior - went forward for some ten minutes, with the woman's attitude passing from initially a half-flirtatious fascination to withdrawal, as Maynard tried to put his hand upon her arm and draw her out.

Temeraire had just been wondering if he ought perhaps say something to Laurence, even though the young women were Tharunka's and not his; but Binmuck had silently risen up, taken one of the logs from the fire, and coming over to Maynard clouted him solidly across the back, with so much force that he was knocked flat to the ground on his face, the rum spilling beneath him. He sprang up red-faced and wet, which Temeraire felt served him right; the women all laughed with great enjoyment, pointing at the spreading dark stain upon his shirt - they none of them wore much in the way of clothing - and Maynard slunk hurriedly away in the face of Binmuck's unsmiling and censorious expression, and her substantial cudgel.

Now she listened thoughtfully to Tharunka's translation of their question, then answered at length: "This one was particularly good," Tharunka said, "but Binmuck says that they have been bringing more and more, as they get more of the serpents trained: the Chinese don't like to put goods on any one of them until it has swum the route back and forth three times without, you see, because it is such a long way; sometimes a new serpent will change its mind and just go another way, and then all your goods are lost. They come once a month," she added, "because there are two schools now trained to come here and return to Guangzhou; when one leaves here, another leaves there, and they go in opposite directions."

"And they may add more, I expect," Laurence said grimly, "and with no great delay," which Temeraire supposed was true; after all, if all one wanted was fish, and one did not mind where one swam, why ought they not swim here where they should be given so many: the Larrakia had been feeding them all day, whenever they swam up to the bell.

"They won't like it above half in Whitehall, I suppose," Granby said. "How soon do you think they will hear of it? It can't be long."

"No," Laurence said. "These gentlemen," indicating the ships yet riding at anchor, "are adventurers, following nothing much better than a rumor in hopes of finding a profitable run; but each one of them will make that rumor into news, wherever they put into port, and I cannot imagine no British captain has yet heard those same stories: we have any number of Indiamen running all over these waters, and going on to China as well."

Temeraire did not see how it should be anything to the British, even so; but Laurence and Granby and Tharkay all seemed not even to doubt that it should be provoking in the extreme, and that there was only a question when an angry answer should come about it.

"The absence of those tariffs which drive up the price of Chinese goods must wreck the trade in and out of Canton, as soon as it reaches a sufficient quantity," Laurence said, "as also must the lower risk: a serpent cannot be sunk, and if they will from time to time wander afield, or lose a container, each single one is not on the scale of a full merchantman.

"But that must now be scarcely the worst of the situation," Laurence added. "This is no smugglers' cove;