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with. Temeraire sighed, but anyway she was not of much use: she had already been let off carrying people, because it was difficult for many people to sit upon her with all her spikes jetting off steam as they did. So he had to put up with her; and then of course Maximus and Lily had to be asked, although to Temeraire's startled dismay, Laurence tried to speak against the choice.

"But it would be very unhandsome of me not to invite them for some real fighting, when I may," Temeraire protested, looking over his shoulder, lest Maximus and Lily should overhear, and be offended. Fortunately, Maximus was solidly asleep and snoring, under a blanket of nine Winchesters and little ferals, and Lily was presently encamped outside the far wall of the citadel just below Captain Harcourt's window, jealously: Catherine was gone inside to see to the baby.

"Harcourt is not well, I find," Laurence said.

"Yes," Temeraire said, "Lily thinks so, too, and that is as much a reason to ask her as any: she is quite sure Catherine must do better to go south, and have some real fighting, than all this flying back and forth in the wet. She takes cold so easily now, and ought not be so long aloft."

"Berkley don't take cold easily, because he is so fat," Maximus said sleepily, cracking open an eye, "but I would also like to go and fight."

So that was settled, but for the rest, Temeraire scratched his head a little. "Gentius may as well come with us, without counting against our tally," he said at last, "because it is not as though he can carry anyone or patrol: he is only staying here in Loch Laggan and sleeping. And we shall have Armatius to carry him. That would do very well for heavy-weights. I do not think I ought to take Majestatis or Ballista, for they are so very handy at managing the others, and I am not quite sure that everyone would mind so well, carrying the soldiers back and forth, if they were to leave also; and Requiescat, because no-one who is not a heavy-weight will argue with him, even if he must be told what orders to give."

He was a little puzzled how to leave them behind without giving offense, however, until he hit on the notion of giving them rank instead. "You do not suppose Wellesley can mind?" he asked Laurence.

"It is a capital scheme," Admiral Roland said in amusement, when Laurence had inquired of her. "Your militia had better be shifted under command of the Corps in any case, so we will make you a commodore instead of a colonel, and your officers shall be captains; although it will be damned difficult to manage epaulettes for them."

"Oh, epaulettes," Temeraire said, eagerly. A party of seamstresses had been recruited from the local villages around Loch Laggan to help sew carrying-harnesses, for the transport of the soldiers, and they were now induced to make up rosettes out of some of the leftover silk and leather. The results were not very like real epaulettes, nearer instead to enormous mop-heads of the brightest colors, with a little cloth of gold at the knotted center for some flash, and a great many ties to attach them to a bit of harness. But no-one minded that, in the least.

"I call that handsome," Requiescat said, admiring the bright green knot upon his shoulder from every direction, craning his head nearly upside down, and even Majestatis did not quite manage to affect his usual degree of amused disdain and kept glancing back sidelong at his own: it was in red, to go against his cream-and-black, and looked almost as fine, Temeraire thought, as his own pale blue matched set: he of course had needed two.

"Yes, and if anyone should be particularly clever at helping you to manage, you may make them lieutenants, and they may have a smaller one," Temeraire said. "So that is all settled," he added to Laurence, "and for the rest, let us take some Yellow Reapers. Messoria and Immortalis, of course, because they are our wing-mates, and also the two best of our unharnessed, and that will do very well, because I also want Perscitia: she is very clever, and," he confided, "if I leave her here she will offend someone, I am afraid. Anyway, we may need to manage some artillery."

The Reapers quarrelled it out amongst themselves, and finally settled that Chalcedony and Gladius should come, and Cantarella should