landing he announced, "I will show you the divine wind, now; but you had all better clear away from that rock wall, as I expect a lot of it will come down."
There was a good deal of grumbling as the big dragons shifted themselves, with dragging tails and annoyed looks; Temeraire ignored them and breathed in very deeply, several times, stretching his chest wide: he meant to do as much damage as he could. He noticed in belated dismay, though, that the face of the rock wall was not loose, or even the nice soft white limestone in the caves, which crumbled so conveniently. He nosed out to it and scraped a claw down the face: he barely left white scratches on the hard grey rock.
"Well?" Ballista said. "We are all waiting."
There was no help for it; Temeraire backed away from the cliff, and drew breath, preparatory; and then there was a hurried rush of wings above: Moncey dropped into the clearing beside him, panting, and said, "Call it off; it's all off," urgently, to Ballista.
"Hey, what's this, then?" Requiescat said, frowning.
"Quiet, you fat lump," Moncey said, slitting a good many eyes; he was not much bigger than the Regal Copper's head. "I'm fresh from Brecon: the Frogs have come over the Channel."
A great confused babble arose, all around; even Gentius roused, with a low hiss, and while everyone spoke at once, Moncey turned to Temeraire and said, "Listen, your Laurence, word is in they locked him up on a ship called the Goliath - "
"The Goliath!" Temeraire said. "I know that ship; Laurence has spoken of it to me before. That is very good - that is splendid; it is on blockade, I know just where it is, nearly, and I am sure anyone at Dover can tell me exactly where - "
"Old fellow, I wish I needn't pop it out so; but there's no good way to say it," Moncey said. "The Frogs sank her this morning, coming across. She is at the bottom of the ocean, and not a man got off her before she went down."
Temeraire did not say anything; a terrible sensation was rising, climbing up his throat. He turned blindly away to let it come, the roar bursting out like the roll of thunder overhead, silencing every word around him, and the wall of stone cracked open before him like a pane of mirrored glass.
Chapter 3
THEY PULLED THE ship's boats into Dover harbor past eleven o'clock at night, sweating underneath their chilled, wet clothing, hands blistered on the oars; they climbed out shivering onto the docks, Captain Puget handed up in a litter almost senseless with blood-loss, and Lieutenant Frye, nineteen, the only one left to oversee; the rest of the senior officers were all dead. Frye looked at Laurence with great uncertainty and glanced around. The men offered him nothing, beaten down with rowing and defeat, silent. At last Laurence said quietly to the young man, "The port admiral," prompting, and Frye colored and said to a gangly young midshipman, clearing his throat, "You had better take the prisoner to the port admiral, Mr. Meed, and let him decide what is to be done."
With two Marines for guards, Laurence went with Meed along the dockside streets to the port admiral's office, where they found nearly more confusion than had been on the deck of the Goliath in her last moments after the double broadside had dismasted her: smoke everywhere, fire crawling steadily down through the ship towards the powder magazine, and cannon running wild back and forth on her decks; here instead the hallways were thick with unchecked speculation. "Five hundred thousand men landed," one man said in the hallway, a ridiculous number, inflated by panic without common sense; "Already in London," said another, "and ten millions in shipping seized," the very last of these the only plausible suggestion. If Bonaparte had captured one or two of the ports on the Thames estuary, and taken the merchantmen there, he might indeed have reached something like that number: an enormous collection of prizes to fuel the invasion already begun, like coal heaped into a burning stove.
"I do not give a damn if you take him out and lynch him, only get him out of my sight," the port admiral said furiously, when Meed finally managed to work his way through the press and ask him for orders; there was a vast roaring noise outside the windows like the wind rising in a storm,