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us down. Anyway that would not help us get Granby back: they will shoot him," and maybe Laurence, too, he added silently, anxiously. It was all the more unpleasant to have Arkady making such reckless suggestions, when it was all that Temeraire wished to do himself.

"What are we going to do, then," Arkady returned, "if they do not come back?"

"If they do not come back," Temeraire said, and paused, and lamely finished, "then we will think of something," not liking to imagine the prospect. He had thought Laurence was dead, and it had been just as dreadful in every way as if Laurence really had been dead. It made one unsure of the distinction between the event imagined and real, and therefore, Temeraire felt, any sort of unnecessary speculation perhaps a little bit of a risk. Laurence thought such concerns foolishly superstitious, Temeraire knew, but it seemed to him a danger not worth courting.

"What is he saying, the scalawag?" Gentius asked, scowling at Arkady milkily, in great disapproval: he was not very happy with the extra flying, which he had to endure on Armatius's back, or the uncomfortable state of their camp. "I hope he is properly ashamed of himself."

"No," Temeraire said, "he is not, at all, and he is making foolish suggestions, too."

"Well, pay no attention to him," Gentius said. "Now," and he lowered his voice, "I don't like to make you worry, Temeraire, but have you thought about what we will do, if they don't come back right off?"

Temeraire flattened back his ruff and, unable to repress the desire, went aloft to look again. It was beginning to grow dark, out towards the eastern edge of the sky, when he went high: there was a vague watery sort of moon near the west horizon ready to set, and a few plumes of dust here and there, herds of cattle. Not a sign of Laurence though, or of Iskierka; and then he looked back the other way and saw a Winchester in harness flying towards them.

Elsie landed panting. "Oh, we thought we would never find you: what are you doing here? Scotland is not this way; you are going back towards London."

"We are not lost!" Temeraire said, rather coldly: he did not much like Elsie. Hollin had been a very good ground-crew chief. Fellowes did his best, but he was perhaps not quite as attentive to the way the harness lay against one's hide, or as prompt in getting it off, in the evenings - not that Temeraire had much harness anymore at present, but it was the principle of the thing - and Fellowes was a little dull, if one were alone in the evening, and wanted a little conversation; besides, Hollin had been first - in short, Temeraire had not ceased to regret the loss. "We have not gone the wrong way," he repeated. "We are only waiting here for Laurence and Tharkay to rescue Granby: Iskierka has got herself captured."

"Oh, Lord," Hollin said, sliding down from Elsie's back. He had a satchel over his shoulder. "When did they go?"

"Hours ago," Temeraire said, despondently, "though Laurence said, they should likely need most the day to reach the city, on foot, and then if they could find where Granby was, they would not try and get him out, until it was dark, and nearly everyone asleep. So they are not late, at all; they are in good time," and did not mention that he had so lately been aloft looking for them, despite these facts.

Hollin rubbed a hand over his mouth and said, "I have a dispatch - "

"How large is it?" Temeraire inquired, and Hollin took out a folded snippet of paper from his satchel, handsomely sealed with red wax, and not quite so small that Temeraire could not see it; but as for reading, no. "You will have to read it to me out loud," Temeraire said.

"I am not sure I ought to," Hollin said, apologetically. "It says it is for Captain Laurence, you see here."

"I am sure Laurence would want us to know if it is anything important," Temeraire said. "Anyway, if it is orders for us, then I suppose that is just a mistake in addressing it by someone who does not quite understand that I am colonel of the regiment, myself."

Hollin hesitating looked around the clearing at the other men: none of them in rank higher than lieutenant, and that dubious.

"Stop looking at them," Perscitia said irritably. "It stands to reason that it