handful of
hatchlings we have tucked away in Ireland."
"You know we have brought you another twenty," Laurence
said, taking a brief refuge in making his report.
"Yes, these fellows from where, Turkestan?" Lenton said,
willing to follow. "Did I understand your letter correctly;
they were brigands?"
"I would rather say jealous of their territory," Laurence
said. "They are not very pretty, but there is no malice in
them; though what use twenty dragons can be, to cover all
England-" He stopped. "Lenton, surely something can be
done-must be done," he said.
Lenton only shook his head briefly. "The usual remedies did
some good, at the beginning," he said. "Quieted the
coughing, and so forth. They could still fly, if they did
not have much appetite; and colds are usually such trifling
things with them. But it lingered on so long, and after a
while the possets seemed to lose their effect-some began to
grow worse-"
He stopped, and after a long moment added, with an effort,
"Obversaria is dead."
"Good God!" Laurence cried. "Sir, I am shocked to hear itso deeply grieved." It was a dreadful loss: she had been
flying with Lenton some forty years, the flag-dragon at
Dover for the last ten, and though relatively young had
produced four eggs already; perhaps the finest flyer in all
England, with few to even compete with her for the title.
"That was in, let me see; August," Lenton said, as if he
had not heard. "After Inlacrimas, but before Minacitus. It
takes some of them worse than others. The very young hold
up best, and the old ones linger; it is the ones between
who have been dying. Dying first, anyway; I suppose they
will all go in the end."
Chapter 2
"CAPTAIN," KEYNES SAID, "I am sorry; any gormless imbecile
can bandage up a bullet-wound, and a gormless imbecile you
are very likely to be assigned in my place. But I cannot
stay with the healthiest dragon in Britain when the
quarantine-coverts are full of the sick."
"I perfectly understand, Mr. Keynes, and you need say
nothing more," Laurence said. "Will you not fly with us as
far as Dover?"
"No; Victoriatus will not last the week, and I will wait
and attend the dissection with Dr. Harrow," Keynes said,
with a brutal sort of practicality that made Laurence
flinch. "I have hopes we may learn something of the
characteristics of the disease. Some of the couriers are
still flying; one will carry me onwards."
"Well," Laurence said, and shook the surgeon's hand. "I
hope we shall see you with us again soon."
"I hope you will not," Keynes said, in his usual acerbic
manner. "If you do, I will otherwise be lacking for
patients, which from the course of this disease will mean
they are all dead."
Laurence could hardly say his spirits were lowered; they
had already been reduced so far as to make little
difference out of the loss. But he was sorry. Dragonsurgeons were not by and large near so incompetent as the
naval breed, and despite Keynes's words Laurence did not
fear his eventual successor, but to lose a good man, his
courage and sense proven and his eccentricities known, was
never pleasant; and Temeraire would not like it.
"He is not hurt?" Temeraire pressed. "He is not sick?"
"No, Temeraire; but he is needed elsewhere," Laurence said.
"He is a senior surgeon; I am sure you would not deny his
attentions to those of your comrades who are suffering from
this illness."
"Well, if Maximus or Lily should need him," Temeraire said
crabbily, and drew furrows in the ground. "Shall I see them
again soon? I am sure they cannot be so very ill. Maximus
is the biggest dragon I have ever seen, even though we have
been to China; he is sure to recover quickly."
"No, my dear," Laurence said uneasily, and broke the worst
of the news-"The sick have none of them recovered, and you
must take the very greatest care not to go anywhere near
the quarantine-grounds."
"But I do not understand," Temeraire said. "If they do