far as they would go, he thought he could make out a darker space behind them, as if there were a passageway going back deeper into the mountainside.
He coiled himself neatly and waited without fidgeting, as was polite; but at length, when Majestatis showed no signs of waking - after ten minutes, or perhaps five - very nearly five - Temeraire coughed; then he coughed again, a little more emphatically, and Majestatis sighed and said, without opening his eyes, "So you are not leaving, I suppose?"
"Oh," Temeraire said, his ruff prickling, "I thought you were only sleeping, not ignoring me deliberately; I will go at once."
"Well, you might as well stay, now," Majestatis said, lifting his head and yawning himself awake. "I don't bother to wake up if it isn't important enough to wait for, that's all."
"That is sensible, I suppose; if you like to sleep better than to have a conversation," Temeraire said, dubiously.
"You'll like it better in a few years yourself," Majestatis said.
"No, I do not suppose I will," Temeraire said. "At least, the Analects say the superior dragon does not sleep more than fourteen hours of the day, so I shan't; unless," he added, desolately, "I am still shut up in here, where there is nothing worth doing."
"If you think so, what are you doing here, instead of in the coverts?" Majestatis said. He listened to the explanation with the same casual sympathy of one hearing a story-teller, which Temeraire was beginning to expect, and passed no judgment, other than to nod equably and say, "A bad lot for you, poor worm."
"Why have you come here?" Temeraire ventured. "You are not very old, yourself; do you really like to sleep so much? You might have a captain, and be in battles."
Majestatis shrugged with one wing-tip, flared and folded down again. "Had one, mislaid him."
"Mislaid?" Temeraire said.
"Well," Majestatis said, "I left him in a water-trough, and I don't suppose he is still sitting there, so I have no notion where he has got to."
He was not inclined to be very enthusiastic; when Temeraire had explained, he sighed and said, "You are young, to be making such a fuss out of it."
"If I am," Temeraire retorted, "at least I am not complacent, and ready to let this sort of bullying go on, when I can do something about it; and I do not mean to be satisfied," he added, with a pointed look at the back of Majestatis's cave, "to arrange matters better only for myself."
Majestatis's eyes slitted narrow, but he did not stir otherwise. "It seems to me you are as likely to make it worse for everyone. There's no wrangling now, at least, and no one is getting hurt."
"No one is very comfortable, either," Temeraire said. "We all might have nicer places, but no one will work to improve theirs, if they know it may be taken away from them, at any time, because they have made it nice. Once a cave is yours, it ought to be yours, like property."
The council looked a little dubious at this argument, when Temeraire repeated it to them, the next afternoon: a strong westerly wind had swept the last scattering traces of rain-clouds before it and scraped the sky to a wintry brilliance, and they had gathered in a great clearing among the mountains, full of pleasant broad smooth-topped rocks, warmed by the sun. Majestatis had come after all, and Gentius, although the old dragon was mostly asleep after the effort of making the flight, curled upon the blackest rock and murmuring occasionally to himself. Requiescat sprawled inelegantly across half the length of the clearing, making himself look very large; Temeraire disdained the attempt and kept himself neatly coiled, with his ruff spread proudly; although he privately wished he might have had his talon-sheaths, and even a headdress such as he had seen in some of the markets along the old silk caravan roads; he was sure that could not fail to impress.
Ballista, a big Chequered Nettle, thumped her barbed tail on the ground several times to silence the muttering which had arisen amongst the council, in the middle of Temeraire's remarks. "And if we agree," Temeraire went on, valiantly, in the face of so much skepticism, "that everyone may keep their own cave, when they have got it, I would be very happy to show anyone the trick of arranging them better; so you all may have nicer caves, if you only take a little trouble to make them