Havemercy. Part 19

He was looking at me, short-tempered and hot, and I realized that I hadnat yet given him a proper answer. aOf course I will,a I said, quiet and low. He was my brother. I owed him that much.

I knew that the longer I stayed silent, the more likely it was that one day the odds would become irrevocably stacked against me, that I would break something that could not be fixed and that this lie would be the end of us.

aIall write to him,a I said.

aWhen?a Rook asked.

aTonight,a I said. aNow.a Because Iad promised hima"because I was still under the strange impression I was a man of my word, if little elsea"I did exactly as I said, and wrote thaEsar a brief, formal note that Iad discovered something in the Airman that might be of interest to him.

I was almost grateful for thaEsaras summons when it came the following morning, for the need to prepare a report was a welcome distraction from my own thoughts, confused and tangled as theyad become. I spent the morning attacking my new task with all the zeal of a hunted man.

The summons had said that a carriage would be sent to meet me nearbya"a special treatment that surprised me, but thaEsar was apparently very good to his spies. Just as I was observing the turn of the hour on the small round watch Marius had gifted me with to congratulate me upon some previous academic success, the carriage appeared, white and gold like something out of a roman, or some ludicrous rich manas fantasy. The Mollyrat in me couldnat quite get past being awed long enough to be contemptuous, but having spent so long as a penny-pinching student, I couldnat help but wonder at how many hot meals that carriage would buy. Somehow I thought it would be better if I didnat know the answer.

I clambered inside, clutching tightly to the sheet of notes Rook had dictated to mea"and which Iad subsequently translated into the kind of talk I could use with a man like thaEsara"and attempted to calm myself. Thinking with a clear head was the only way I was going to get through this particular meeting with any kind of dignity, or more importantly, with my head still fixed firmly to my shoulders. During my time in the Airman, Iad adapted to thinking one way and speaking another. This need for duplicity was still no excuse for the way Iad behaved, the way I was still behaving, toward Rook, but it had been cultivated as a survival tactic the moment Iad stepped into that room on the dais facing those fourteen wing-backed chairs, and the undoing of it was proving more difficult than I ever would have antic.i.p.ated.

Now, it seemed, I would have to learn and fast, for thaEsar was a man who did not like to be lied to. And if he sensed a disparity between my mind and my lips, he would surely not hesitate to act.

The carriage moved quickly across the cobblestone streets, and I watched out the window as the city pa.s.sed by in what seemed to me now a meaningless blur of hustle and bustle. Thremedon was my home; Iad known it all my life, and yet for all I recognized it now it might have been any central metropolis, teeming with its own people, its own traditions, and completely severed from my heart.

The servant sent to greet me bowed low, and I fought the urge to do the same back to him, as it would have damaged my standing considerably. I would never grow accustomed to being the sort of man to whom other men bowed. Perhaps it was something to be born into and not learned at all. That, more than anything, told me how much things had changed, the small worming ways in which Rook had got into my mind, because there was a time when I would have said that there was nothing that couldnat be taught. Now I wasnat so sure.

Then I had to concentrate on following, keeping the servantas back in front of me, or else risk getting lost in thaEsaras winding hallwaysa"little better than catacombs, I thought, for all their decoration and fancy curios.

This time I counted them as we pa.s.sed: two antiquated mirrors, one very large portrait of thaEsar himself, a tapestry, a door with no handle, a window with bars. The farther we moved toward our goal, the dimmer the light became, until we were plunged into the same grasping darkness that I remembered. I could no longer discern the shape of my surroundings and I could do no more than follow after my guide, ever ahead and turning so swiftly and so sharply that at times I felt dizzy.

I found myself thinking that it seemed thaEsar should have a more accessible set of chambers, for it wasnat logical to a.s.sume that the n.o.blesse with whom he met daily would accede to being led through the depths of the palace like rats through a maze. No, it seemed more logical that he would only have such a room as the one to which I was being led for his own private dealings, ones he didnat want subject to court gossip and whisperings.

This was his route for spies.

It was a long way to go for a little privacy, I felt, but then thaEsaras secrets were considerably more important than those of most men. Then I thought of the woman whoad been with him on the night of the ball, dark and striking and, most notably, perhaps, incredibly familiar toward thaEsar. Perhaps some of the secrets he held were the same as all menas.

It was only when the servant stopped, turning on his heel with a motion eerily similar to his predecessoras, that I realized wead arrived at our destination.

aThank you,a I said to him, with all sincerity, for I was certain that the dizzying trip to thaEsaras secret meeting room could not be an enjoyable one, and I was equally certain of just how lost Iad have been without the guidance.

He merely nodded, then offered me the briefest of smiles.

I steeled myself and opened the door.

ThaEsar was seated in the same seat head been in before, giving me the momentarily jarring sensation that no time had pa.s.sed at all. Of course, his companion was no longer the woman, but a man I was surprised to recognize as the Provost of the city.

a . . . panic in the streets, not to mention the Basquiat, Your Majesty, if you donat mind me saying. The bereaved are gathering, and there isnat anything that starts a riot faster than unhappy people who feel theyave been mistreated.a He hesitated, as though this last had been too much, and bowed low in the court fas.h.i.+on. aYour pardon.a ThaEsar held up one square, powerful hand. Head seen me enter.

aI will continue my discussion with you at a later date, Provost,a he said. aDo not fear. If the situation is truly as bad as you say, then we will have to think on a way toward solving it.a The Provost nodded like a man careful not to look too disappointed. His hair was the same shade as thaEsaras and his chin very similar.

aYes, Your Majesty.a He turned then, understanding his dismissal when he saw me hovering guiltily in the doorway like a child caught out late. I could do nothing but offer him an apologetic look, and he left the room by moving past me without so much as a glance.

aNow,a said thaEsar, switching tack with a voice full of command and purpose, awhat news do you have of our Dragon Corps? I trust that in the time we have given you there has been more than one event worthy of our attention.a aWell, there is one matter,a I said, immediately forgetting what it was Iad written in my notesa"Rookas speech full of curses, as well as half-remembered complaints from Niall and Raphael, dark remarks made by Ghislain, and Adamoas shouting behind closed doors. I forgot it all, and swallowed the sudden fluttering of panic that threatened to break loose from my throat. ThaEsar had this effect on people. It was no wonder his networks for intelligence were so precise and effective. aRooka"that is, the airman Rook, who flies your dragon Havemercya"he says that sheas . . . off.a ThaEsar regarded me with a look that bordered dangerously on disapproval. aOff?a In for a chevronet, in for a tournois, I thought weakly to myself, and nodded. aYes, Your Majesty. I overhead him saying that she, ita"the dragon, that isa"he said it isnat flying the way it ought to.a aPerhaps Airman Rook finds himself incapable of the task of flying our most prized dragon,a replied thaEsar. aWe have heard that he exhibits traits of inconsistency in his behavior when flying.a I wondered then just how many spies thaEsar had set about the Airman, and whether I would have to keep a closer eye now on the men who came to collect the laundry, and the women who cleaned the rooms; even the young boys who kept the dragons clean and well oiled.

Not that this was my place, of course. I owed no loyalty to the airmen; I had no reason to inform them of thaEsaras spies, especially not when I myself could still be counted among them. I couldnat explain this sudden troublesome loyalty, only knew with a familiar helplessness that it had everything to do with Rook, the way it all dida"the way it all would until I revealed the truth.

aIa"a I paused, marveling weakly at the realization of what Iad been about to do. Rook had tainted every corner of my mind to the point where I would defend an imagined slight on his prowess to thaEsar himself. I felt ill. aAs I understand it, he is the best flier among his fellows. If he thinks thereas something wrong with Havemercya"a aThere is nothing wrong with our dragons,a thaEsar said, with a clear note in his voice that this was the final p.r.o.nouncement on the subject. aYou have clearly misunderstood what it is we asked you to do in the first place.a Disappointment flooded my mouth, hot and bitter. I held my tongue.

When head found I had no more to report other than what thaEsar clearly regarded as the fanciful misgivings of a man whose skills he appreciated but whose opinions he had no use for, I was dismissed promptly and without hesitation.

Iad failed on both sides of the equation. ThaEsar refused to see the trutha"no doubt he had his reasons, yet I was infuriated all the samea"and, what was more, when Rook demanded an answer, I could no more defend my ineffectiveness than I could prove to him the sky was green. Iad got nothing but a curt dismissal regarding the matter of the dragons, and I knew that it wouldnat be good enough to take back. I should have pressed thaEsar; I should have made him listen.

Rook would have done it that way. No matter what happened, his voice would have been heard if he were the one in charge of speaking his mind. Whatever other shortcomings he had, getting his point across was never a problem.

I left, thinking that the long struggle back through the crooked hallways would wear me out, but I exited the palace fairly br.i.m.m.i.n.g with excess energy, as though Iad been caught in a fight and sent home before the knives had even been drawn. My hands were shaking, my cheeks hot. I decided to walk back to the Airman, as the weather was fair, and besides which Iad seen too much of the city from carriage windows of late. Perhaps I would feel more at home in Thremedon if I truly immersed myself in it once more; it was an approach that couldnat hurt.

Before Iad even pa.s.sed very far from the palace I stopped again. Something was bothering me, and it took a moment to realize that it was the memory of the Provostas curious meeting with thaEsar. What s.n.a.t.c.hes Iad heard of their conversation rose clear into my mind, and I turned my head toward the sun.

The stark, proud lines of the Basquiat stood off in the distance, serene shape belying the true chaos surrounding it if what Iad heard hadnat been an exaggeration.

Perhaps it was a desire to speak with Marius, who was often at the Basquiat late into the day, or perhaps it was that I didnat wish to face Rook with my stubborn and unexpected defense of him still ringing in my ears. For whatever reason, I turned around and headed in the direction of the Basquiat.

I hadnat noticed it before from the window of the carriage, probably because I was so wrapped up in thinking about Rook and of what I would say to thaEsar, but I did now: the people keeping their distance, huddling together in small groups and whispering about a plague, or about thaEsar covering something up. That there was nerve enough for this sort of talk in broad daylight, on the streets no less, told me more than I thought I wanted to know. When I cut through the Rue daSt. Difference, I saw a woman crying in a hat shop, and when I doubled back for having come too close to Charlotte, I came upon the aVersity Stretch, as busily populated as Iad ever seen it. It was as though everyone was out of doors instead of in, and when I stopped a girl on the street to ask, she shook her head.

aMost of our professors have gone off sick,a she explained. aAt least I think thatas what they say it is. The explanation was actually surprisingly vague.a aAh,a I said.

aYes,a she replied. aOnly itas sort of funny that the lot of them would have gone off sick all at once, donat you think? Itas got a bit of a stink to it.a I knewa"as she was a student of the aVersitya"that if I didnat make my escape now, Iad be there three hours listening to her particular theory on what had happened. Feeling rude but desperate, I quickly thanked her, then went along my way, picking up my pace as I came to the familiar turn of Whitstone Road that would lead me straight to the Basquiat.

If asked, I couldnat have said what I was rus.h.i.+ng for, but I thought that it was something more than a studentas curiosity or interest in a problem unsolved.

The Basquiat was almost too colorful, although Iad heard that it had come about as a disagreement between the founders, and that in order to please everyone they had simply used each suggestion of color that had been presented. The result was something spectacularly striking, which I suspected was what theyad been after in the first place. The seven domes atop its staggering towers were no two the same. Some were done in swirling patterns, and others had the checkered effect of a chessboard. The largest domea"not the topmost, but the largesta"was a hollow onion of pure gold, and beneath it was the open tower magicians used to chart the weather or converse with the falcons. The center tower was a round room with arched windows that stretched from floor to ceiling, and it was here that the members of the Basquiat met. At ground level there were two doors, one large and perfectly centered and the other smaller, framed by a pointed capstone and off to one side.

This was the entrance for nonmembers of the Basquiat, and the one I saw the people crowding around before Iad even managed to get close enough.

No one, I saw, seemed to be using the official door, though when I neared it there was someone sitting there on the steps in front of it. His hair looked a little longa"it was in his eyesa"and he had drawn his knees up to his chest in what appeared to be abject misery. It was hard to place him without his eager smile and tentative kindness, but I thought all at once that I knew him.

aExcuse me, is that . . . Hal?a His head flew up so fast that I half expected to hear his neck pop, and he blinked at me for a moment before I saw the flicker of recognition pa.s.s through his red-rimmed eyes. He looked as though he hadnat slept in days.

aIa"Itas Thom, isnat it?a His voice caught on something, faltering and wretched.

I felt again the unfamiliar kins.h.i.+p I had when wead met in the bathroom, or perhaps it was simply that here was a person as miserable as I was, and in him I recognized some likeness of myself.

aIt is,a I said, and moved to sit next to him on the stair.

aOh,a he said, and sniffed as though he had a cold. aItas good to see you again. I thought Iad offended you at the party. I didnat mean to. If I did, Iam very sorry.a I didnat know where to begin. Should I start by telling him the fault was obviously mine, or that there were clearly more important things on his mind than some foolish fit of temper Iad had at thaEsaras ball? I settled for reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder.

aHave you been here long?a I asked.

He nodded, and I saw his throat work for a moment as though he were trying to keep from crying. aItas Royston,a he said at last. aMargrave Royston. I had a letter. It told me that heas here, only I donat know how toa"Theyave said Iam not to see him.a I felt a sweeping rush of sympathy, imagining what I would do if anyone had tried to tell me I had to stay away from Rook, even though Iad tried to tell myself that very thing time and time again. Besides which, it wasnat the same situation at all. For one, this was clearly more serious. Anyone at all could see there was something being kept secret within the walls of the Basquiat. Having no idea what that secret could possibly be made it worse, not to mention the rumors Iad heard, the missing professors, the talk along aVersity Stretch.

At once, with what wits I had left, I endeavored to think about this logically. aHal,a I said, awhat did your letter say?a He smiled faintly, but there was no spirit, no heart at all, in the expression. aI thought there might be some clue, but it said no more than I told you. The Margrave Royston is here and he is not receiving visitors at this time. When I came herea"I came here straightaway; I only received the letter this morninga"there were others. Itas just as you see it. Theyare not letting anyone who isnat a magician enter, and weave seen no one at all come out again.a He drew a deep breath; I saw his mouth tremble and twist, and I knew he was on the verge of tears. Head already been crying: his eyes showed me that. aI spoke with a young womana"her fatheras within, she told me, or so it was written on her letter. She said that he told her once of a different entrance, a secret one, but as secrets go it may be better hidden than whatas happening to the magicians being kept inside there. But all I can do is sit here, useless and crying.a aCome,a I said gently, resting a hand on his shoulder. aShall we talk to the young woman you spoke to? It seems she knows more than we.a aShe doesnat like to be interrupted,a Hal replied. aSheas much too busy threatening people. I only got a moment of her time, because she seemed to know what she was talking abouta"her rights as kina"but then, Iam not kin at all. Iam justa"a He bit off without warning and shook his head almost savagely, and I gave his shoulder what I hoped was a rea.s.suring squeeze. It was quite possible that it wasnat anything of the sort, but it seemed to steady him somewhat. aIam sorry,a he said at length. aIama"I believe the phrase is at my witas end, and thatas exactly how it feels. At the end of my wits; at the end of everything.a aI donat blame you,a I said.

aI justa"I donat know what to do,a Hal whispered helplessly. He turned blue eyes on me, clear and pale and worlds apart from Rookas icy blue. There was no guile at all in Halas eyes; the only bruise upon their clarity was sadness and fear. aI only know that I must do something. Head . . . head do the same for me. Only he knows everyone. Head go to his connections, head find a way, whereas I havenat even been here a month. Youare the only person I know. Itas almost funny that Iave run into you. The city is so big, I wouldnat thinka"a It was a cruel thing to offer Hal hope when chances were there wasnat any, but I felt a sort of twinge, familiar as it was foreign from my days at the aVersity, and I gently tuned him out. The beginning of a plan was forming in my mind. It was inspiration; it was a thesis.

aHal,a I said. He must have noticed the change in my voice, the trembling excitement of something we might do, for he looked up at once, his expression a thousand forms of pleading: all of them desperate that I could help. aI donat want to promise you anything I canat deliver,a I continued, trying to temper that excitement, abut I am your connection in the city. Iave just been to speak with thaEsar,a I said, close and private that no one else would hear us. aSomething is happeninga"something is happening here. He wouldnat listen to me because Iam not anyone he needs to listen to, but heall listen to the Dragon Corps. Theyare his Dragon Corps.a aOh,a Hal said, quite breathlessly. aYou cana"Iad forgotten you know them. Can you do that?a I paused for a moment to ask myself the very same question.

The answer was no, or at least probably not. But it wasnat just for Halas sake that Iad be asking them to help; it was also for their own sakes, and the sakes of their dragons. Surely if I phrased it in that waya"surely if I told Rook it was the only way theyad listen to him about Havemercy, which wasnat entirely a liea"then at least I could give Hal the rea.s.surance of a little knowledge. Not knowing what had happened to the Margrave was clearly driving him mad with misery, and his was a truly guileless face. I couldnat simply leave him there, sitting on the steps of the Basquiat, the rumors sending him further into the depths of worry and his own traitorous imagination.

aCome,a I said, standing and offering him a hand. aWeall find a way.a He took my hand and stood, but then he hesitated, looking back at the Basquiat over his shoulder. aWhat if something happens?a he asked. aWhat if they open the doors? What if they start letting people in?a I thought of the Provostas words of caution, of thaEsaras expression. I thought of the Volstovas iron fist, the curtain that Thremedon drew over the most important of her dealings.

aThey wonat,a I told him. aThis is your best recourse.a aMy only recourse,a Hal replied. He paused for a moment, weighing the matter at hand, then squared his jaw. aYes, Iall come with you. Itasa"Royston would do it, were it the other way around.a I gave his shoulder another squeeze, then we left the Basquiat behind. Hal didnat look back.

Once we were out on Whitstone Road I flagged a hansom and told the driver there was an extra tournois in it if head get us to the Airman faster than if we were flying a dragon.

aSir has a way with words,a the driver said.

It was the most uncomfortable, jostling ride Iad ever experienced, for the driver was a man of his word, and when we arrived not half an hour later, I was covered all over in bruises. And, I suspected, Hal was as well.

aShould I,a Hal asked, hesitating at the door, await out here?a I thought of how cruel the airmen could be when faced with a stranger. Iad had theories on why oncea"their distrust of the rest of the world which, Iad argued, they needed in order to foster a disproportionate trust among one another. It was their mechanism: the corps against the rest of the world. It was what allowed them to be so deadly and so fierce. Iad sought to condemn this behavior once, but now I was less sure if they werenat in some ways, at least, partially justifieda"especially in light of what was happening right now in the rest of the city.

The last thing Hal needed was to be mistreated at their hands, for in order to be pilots of such precision and mercilessness, most of them had severed their ties to any empathy with which theyad been born. The system required this of them, but nevertheless it was a fact of life inside the Airmanas walls.

At the same time, it would be perhaps just as cruel to leave Hal out here to wait as we discussed things within. It would place him in much the same position head been in earlier, sitting outside alone in front of the Basquiat, enduring an interminable wait.

aYouad best come,a I decided. aStay close, and say nothing. If youare lucky, theyall barely acknowledge youa"and Iall need all the information you have to hand about whatas happening at the Basquiat. It may be what convinces them to act.a aIf something is happening to the magicians,a said Hal astutely, athen the Dragon Corps may be next.a Best not to phrase it like that, I thought, but they were smart enough to deduce that for themselves, and the unspoken threat might indeed inspire them to rally together and approach thaEsar with their complaints.

I was pleased to note that I did know a little about Rook by this point, a specialized sort of knowledge. At the very least, I understood enough about him to be certain of this: that he wouldnat fight a war for anyone so long as he felt vital pieces of information were being kept from him by those in charge.

When I thought of Rook in the air, piloting a dragon that he said was aoff,a I wanted to be ill.

The Airman was quiet, for it was early yet, and no man was yet awake and arguing over the coffee or the tea. I bid Hal sit down on the edge of my couch, told him Iad gather the others despite how dangerous a game it was to wake them, then started for Rookas room.

It was my only recourse.

I was not even halfway down the hall when his door opened and he stepped out. aYouare f.u.c.king loud,a he snapped at me. aThereas men trying to sleep here.a That was his way of asking me how Iad fared. I drew close to him, for I knew how angry head be if anyone overheard us. aThaEsar refused to listen,a I began, but he cut me off with an angry sound.

aI knew it,a he said. aI knew youad be f.u.c.king useless.a aListen,a I said to him. aPleasea"listen to me for only a moment.a He folded his arms over his chest and gave me exactly the sort of looka"impersonal, uncaring, almost amused by how useless I wasa"that so shattered me. Youare my brother, I wanted to say, but my tongue and throat blocked the words, and I couldnat.

aFine,a he said at last. aSpit it out.a aThereas something happening in the city,a I said, wincing that I could phrase those words easily enough, but not the others. aSomething very important. Iam not sure entirely what the details are, but there are magicians being kept quarantined in the Basquiat, and their families told of their whereabouts but denied permission to see them. The Basquiat is locked up tighter thana"a I flushed for a moment. aTighter than thaEsaras safe,a I finished, changing tack halfway through the metaphor. aSome are believing foul play. Some sort of cover-up.a Rook snorted. aMagicians,a he said. af.u.c.king magicians, always f.u.c.king magicians. They donat have anything to do with us.a I licked my lips and shook my head. aThatas untrue and you know it,a I said. aMagicians built your dragona"all the dragons. Itas their magic upon which the dragons run.a Rook mulled it over for a while, toying idly with a loose thread at his sleeve. His chest was still bandageda"a direct result, I was beginning to think, of whatever game it was thaEsar was currently playing with the corps. I felt like a common shadow puppet, and I knew that if Rook were to feel this way too, he would be spurred to some kind of action. It was my joba"my duty as his brothera"to make sure he acted effectively, in a way from which he might benefit.

At length, Rook said, aSo youare thinking this problem with Havea"a aIs related to whateveras happening with the magicians,a I concluded.

aSo youare thinking,a Rook said again, athat if we figure out whatas going on with the magicians, then weall figure out what to do about Have.a aSomething of the sort,a I confirmed. aExactly.a He looked me up and down, not entirely appreciative, but at least as though he considered me actually there, which was a step up from where wead been a few moments before.

aYouare too f.u.c.king smart for your own good,a he said. aYou know that?a I shrugged. aThaEsar wouldnat listen to me. He has no reason to.a aBut heall listen to us,a Rook said. aWeare the f.u.c.king Dragon Corps. Iall go get the boys.a A s.h.i.+ver ran down my spine, unbidden and fleeting. I felt as I imagined the Ke-Han magicians must have felt when using their skills with the weather: as though Iad unleashed into the world something impossibly feral and beyond my control.

I hoped that I was doing the right thing. I would have liked to believe that I was doing it for Hal, to aid his cause as best I could, but the curious stirrings of unexpected loyalty Iad felt toward the Dragon Corps in thaEsaras presence hadnat diminished since I was dismissed.

I knew that it was my brotheras doing, this strange unprecedented suicide Iad committed, for if ever thaEsar found out Iad betrayed him, it would be my head.

In some ways I considered it my own small way of apologizing for the things I couldnat saya"and it was then that I realized I was stupider and crazier than Rook had ever been.

CHAPTER TWELVE.

HAL.

The Airman was quieter than Iad expected, and there was no decoration on the walls. It was perhaps a strange thing to notice, and yet, since my arrival in town, Iad felt continually overwhelmed by what Iad privately come to view as the cityas insatiable desire for opulence. This was true of Miranda at least, the most elevated of the maidens and the one Iad explored most extensively at Roystonas behest.

Thinking of Royston enshrouded me in a quiet, solitary despair. It was as though I was cut off from all the worlda"or as though, by losing Royston, I had somehow lost my touchstone to the city. I was cut adrift.

I missed him terribly, and if I allowed myself to think of it, I would surely start to cry again.

Instead, I focused on my more immediate surroundings. I was not so unaware of them that I couldnat recall Royston telling me everything he knew about the dragons and their unusual pilots. He said that very few civilians ever got to see the inside of the Airman because the corps wouldnat allow it. The way head described them was something like a very primitive, very xenophobic tribe of warriors who held themselves so high in their own esteem that they became quite separate from the common people.

So I was both curious and anxious about meeting these airmen, who were in many ways the heroes of the country and yet whom no one seemed to like very much at all when you came right down to it. Royston had been speaking at length with their Chief Sergeant on the night of the ball before Iad slipped away, and I a.s.sumed that the rest musta"they musta"have friends of a sort somewhere or other. But it was still rather an interesting paradox and one I felt very lucky to view for myself.

I heard a shout from down the hall, and someone went storming past the open door of the common room; I recognized him as the man with a harem of women surrounding him the night of the ball. He had long, blue-streaked blond hair tied back in intricate braids and a purposeful look about him, as though anyone who got in his way would be very sorry, indeed. I found myself quite glad that he didnat spare me so much as a second glance but went on barreling along to bang on a door much farther down.

aGhislain,a I heard him say, ayouad better wake the f.u.c.k up, seeing as how weare hauling a.s.s to the palace. Right f.u.c.king now.a I couldnat hear a reply, but there must have been one because the next thing I heard was a bark of laughter, and an enormous cras.h.i.+ng sound, as though the braided airman had kicked the door down.

It was while I was listening to this that Thom reappeared, observing the scene in the hall with an inscrutable expression. I stood immediately, eager to find out what had been decided, though admittedly Iad been unable to stop my heart from leaping wildly up into my throat at the airmanas mention of the palace.

aRook is . . . quite forcefully decisive,a said Thom rather apologetically as he approached me. There was something about his face that made me wonder, however much it was none of my business, what sort of connection had been forged between these two seemingly so different men.

An enormous man came tramping into the hallway, looking as though head just rolled out of bed; he was followed closely behind by the airman Thom had identified as Rook.

aRallying the troops, are we?a The enormous manas voice was like falling rock. aI wondered how long it would take you to crack.a aIt ainat me thatas cracked,a said Rook, but he didnat elaborate further than that.

Ghislaina"for that, I remembered, had been what Rook called him before kicking down his doora"appeared to take this as explanation enough, for he nodded and set off down the hall in the opposite direction, where I could see doors set sporadically, small and cramped into the walls.

I stood unnoticed with Thom in the doorway, and while I watched I couldnat help but feel a sense of admiration at the seamless way the members of the corps worked without having to pause for any kind of apparent communication. Between the two of them, Ghislain and Rook set about rousing the remaining airmen with a synchronicity that clearly mirrored what they exhibited in the air. Surely it was showing my country manner all too plainly to stare at them so, but I found I couldnat quite help myself.

aI managed to convince him,a said Thom, as though he needed to hear the words in order to believe it. aRook is rather like the ringleader. Once youave got him convinced, the others will follow.a aDid it take a very long time to figure that out?a I asked, remembering what head been charged with and how head been made to live like a foreigner among the Dragon Corps.

aNot as long as youad expect, no.a He offered me a smile, familiar, as though we were friends. aNot that, anyway.a I didnat feel adequately equipped to guess after his meaning, but head been kind to me of his own volition, without any reason for it, and I was grateful. aWell, you canat learn everything all at once.a aI suppose not,a he said, raising his voice to be heard over an indignant cry demanding to know what kind of rat b.a.s.t.a.r.d entered someoneas room unannounced.

aYou canat,a I said, sure of myself in at least this. Royston had said as much to me when wead first come to the city, and I was glad to have some opportunity to share my newfound wisdom. It was nice not to be the most uncertain person in the room for once.

aWell,a he said, and went rather quiet and pink.

aWhoas this?a A young mana"young because he seemed closer in age to Thom than the others, and somehow less harda"came up to where we stood waiting in the hall. He had a wide-awake look about him, as though he was the only one of all the twelve remaining airmen who hadnat been sleeping when Rook and Ghislain began their systematic rousing of the corps. He wore the high-collared blue uniform I recognized vaguely from the ball, though there were a few differences. There was a burn mark on his shoulder for starters, and both epaulettes were missing.

aOh,a said Thom, turning about at once. aYouare awake. Thatas good. Rooka"I believea"is going to ask thaEsar what is happening to the dragons.a aIs he?a asked the airman. aWeare all going? Because Anastasiaas beena"a He looked at me again, with fleeting mistrust before lowering his voice. aAnyway, sheas acting a little strange.a I wasnat at all interested in learning the secrets of the Dragon Corps, but I saw this privacy as a reflection of my own intrusion, as though Iad been noticed and caught out at last for not belonging here.

Thom nodded, looking concerned. aI believe they intend to find an answer, or more likely they intend to demand one.a He laughed weakly, as though the very idea of anyone demanding an answer from thaEsar was a distressing one, indeed.

I didnat care about the imposition. However foolish it was of me, I resented any man who would tell me where Royston was, then declare I wasnat allowed to go to him.