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386 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 8, 2008
The circumstances were not ordinary. Laurence was a man already dead in law.
Temeraire gave a low joyful cry and curled around him tightly and said, Oh, Laurence; I shall never let anyone take you from me again.
But he was quite alone. He trembled, but there was no use being cowardly; there was no-one to help him, and he must decide.
Men like to be unhappy sometimes, he offered. My second Captain would come sit under my wing with a book and weep over it, most evenings. I thought at first she must be wounded, but she told me not to fret at all, she liked to do it; and the next morning she would be right as rain again.
I have decided that you may give me an egg.
Oh! Temeraire said, swelling with indignation, how very kind! I am to be honored, I suppose.
Well, I am much richer than you are, she said, and also I can breathe fire, so you ought to be.
"I beg your pardon," Temeraire said to the poor man, who trembled violently as the dragon's head lowered near, "but if you are part of the ministry, I should like a word, myself. We would like to vote, please, and also to be paid."
"If I had done as I was told," Temeraire said, "you should have sixty less dragons, and Lefebvre would have a good deal more food, and tomorrow Napoleon would likely beat all of you for good. So that is a very stupid thing to say. Whyever ought I do as I am told?"
"There are authorities to choose from," Tharkay said, "to suit any action, if you like; I prefer to keep the choice a little closer."
It seemed to Laurence the most miserably solitary existence imaginable, isolated by more than distance or even disdain. "How do you bear it? The choice, and all the consequences thereof, alone-"
"Perhaps use has reconciled me; or," Tharkay said dryly, "perhaps I simply have less natural inclination to hold myself responsible for the sins of the world, rather than for my own."