second cow over, he took it in his jaws without really meaning to. Then somehow in a few swallows it was gone, and what they had left of the first also.
He went down for another, and even a fourth; he did not have to think or feel anything while he ate. A small flock of the littler dragons clustered together on the edge of the feeding grounds, watching him anxiously, and when he looked for another cow, a couple of them rose up to herd one towards him. But none of them spoke to him. When he had finished, he flew for a long distance along the river and settled down to drink only where he might be quite alone again. He felt sore in all his joints, as if he had flown very hard for a long time, in sleeting weather.
He washed, as well as he could manage alone, and went back to his cave to think. Perscitia came up to see him, with an interesting mathematical problem, but he looked at it and then said, "No. Help me find Moncey; I want to know what has been happening with the war."
"Why, I don't know," Moncey said, surprised, when they had tracked him down, lazing in a meadow on the mountainside with some of the other Winchesters and small ferals: they were playing a bit of a game, where they tossed tree-branches upon the ground and tried to pick up as many as they could without dropping any. "It's nothing to do with us, you know, not here. The Frenchy dragons and their captains are all kept over in Scotland, farther up. There won't be any fighting round here."
"It is to do with us, too," Temeraire said. "This is our territory, all of ours; and the French are trying to take it away. That is as much to do with us as if they were trying to take your cave, and more, because they will take everything else along with your cave."
The little dragons put down their sticks and came nearer to listen, with some interest. "But what do you want to do?" Moncey said.
The official couriers were crossing the countryside in every direction, at all speed, and the afternoon was not yet gone before Moncey and the other Winchesters were able to return, full of all the news which Temeraire could wish. If the numbers reported were perhaps a little inconsistent, that did not matter very much; Napoleon certainly had landed a great many men, all near London, and there had not been any great battle yet to throw him off.
"He is all over the coast, and then the fellows say there is this Marshal Davout fellow poking about in Kent, south of London, and another one, Lefèbvre, who is already somewhere along this way," Moncey said, pointing out the countryside west of the city, and nearest Wales.
"Oh, I know that one, he was at the siege of Danzig," Temeraire said. "I do not think he was so very clever, he did not make a big push to have us out, not until Lien came and took charge of everything. Where is our army?"
"All fallen back about London," Minnow said. "Everyone says there is going to be a big battle there, in a couple of weeks perhaps."
"Then there is not a moment to lose," Temeraire said.
They passed the word for another council-meeting, and everyone came promptly: the other big dragons considerably more respectful now, if Ballista still was patronizing as she said, "You are upset, of course, and no wonder; but I am sure if you tell them you would like another captain - "
"No," Temeraire said, the resonance making his whole body tremble, and looked away, while everyone fell quiet. After a moment he was able to continue. "I am not going to take another captain," he said, "a stranger; I do not need a handler as if I were one of Lloyd's cows. I can fight on my own, and so can any of you."
"But what is there to fight for?" Requiescat said. "Even if the French win, they ain't going to give us any bother, it will only be someone else taking eggs, just as careful."
There was a murmur of agreement, and Moncey added, a little plaintively, "And I thought you were on about how unfair the Admiralty are, and not letting us have any liberty."
"I do not mean to say anything for the Government at all," Temeraire said. "But this country is our territory