Goliath

If any of it had gone differently, no one would ever have found out she was a girl. Except Alek and that bumrag Volger, of course.

“Will you be staying in America?” she asked. “When the Leviathan heads on?”

Alek frowned at her. “Would the captain let me?”

“You’re doing what the Admiralty wants, helping Mr. Tesla talk up his weapon. Why should they drag you back to England?”

“I suppose you’re right.” He stood and went to the window, his green eyes bright as he stared at the sky.

It was obvious that he hadn’t thought much about life after the Leviathan. Deep inside, Alek probably still hoped he could stay aboard. But even if he didn’t disembark in New York, he and his men would be passengers only as far as London.

“You might be in love with the Leviathan, Alek. But the ship doesn’t love you back.”

A sad smile played on his lips. “It was a doomed relationship from the start. For you and me both, I suppose.”

Deryn stared at the ceiling. A Clanker prince and a girl dressed as a boy—neither could last forever on this ship. Only dumb luck had kept them together this long.

“Did I ever tell you how I knew your real name?” Alek asked.

“You had plenty of clues,” she said, then frowned. “But you tricked me by saying ‘Deryn,’ didn’t you? Where did you hear that?”

“It was all Eddie Malone’s fault,” Alek said.

“That bum-rag!” Bovril exclaimed.

“He’d run out of my secrets,” Alek went on, “so he wrote an article about you saving the Dauntless. I always meant to show you the photograph. You looked quite dashing in it.”

“Wait, are you saying Malone knew my name back then?”

“Of course not. But he’d done some research on your family, your father’s accident. He wrote about how you—that is, a daughter named Deryn—had survived.”

“Oh, aye.” She sighed. “That’s why I never told that story to anyone but you. And that was enough for you to guess that Deryn was me?”

Alek glanced sidelong at the perspicacious loris. “Well, I had a bit of help.”

“Barking traitor,” Deryn said, and gave the head of the bed a thump.

Bovril teetered for a moment, its tiny hands out like a tightrope walker. Then it fell into her lap.

“Ooph,” they both said together.

Alek took the beast from her. “You never told me, how did Volger figure you out?”

“Fencing lessons. All that touching and moving me about.” Deryn scowled. “And I shouted at him too much.”

“You shouted at him?”

“When you escaped in Istanbul and Volger was left behind, he was being a bit smug. As if he were glad to be rid of you!”

“I can imagine,” Alek said. “But what’s that got to do with you being a girl?”

“I was . . .” She stared at the wall. This was just embarrassing. “Maybe I got a bit screechy about you.”

Deryn forced herself to look at Alek. He was smiling.

“You didn’t want me getting hurt?”

“Of course not, you daft prince.” She found herself smiling back at him. For all her sadness about leaving the Leviathan, it was a relief being able to talk to him like this. What would it be like, once her secret was revealed to the whole world?

“We could both stay in New York, I suppose,” she offered softly.

“That sounds perfect.”

The simple words made Deryn’s pulse quicken just a bit, enough to make the bees behind her kneecap stir.

“Really? You want to be immigrants together?”

Alek laughed, placing Bovril on the windowsill. “Not quite immigrants. Americans aren’t allowed to become emperors, I seem to recall.”

“But with Mr. Tesla’s weapon, you don’t need to be emperor to stop the war!”

He frowned. “Someone has to lead my people after all this.”

“Aye, of course,” Deryn said, feeling foolish.

Alek might pretend to be an airman now and then, but the pope’s letter was always in his pocket, and he’d wanted his whole life to be his father’s heir. Anything more than friendship with her would destroy his chances of taking the throne.

But every time one of them had fallen—in the snows of the Alps, in Istanbul, on the stormy topside, in that dusty canyon—the other had been there to pick them up. She couldn’t imagine Alek leaving her for some daft crown and scepter.

“You’re right, Deryn. We’re both stuck in New York for the rest of the war.” He turned from the window, his smile growing. “You should join me and Volger!”

“Aye, his countship would love that.”

“Volger doesn’t decide who my allies are.” Alek stroked the loris’s head. “If it were up to him, we would have strangled Bovril the night it was born.”

“That bum-rag!” the beastie said.

Deryn frowned. Had Alek just likened her to Bovril?

“We don’t even know where we’ll live,” he continued. “I’ve got hardly any gold left, and Mr. Tesla spent every penny he had building Goliath. But it’ll be easy to raise more, now that he’s proven what it can do.”

“No doubt. But do you want to depend on that mad boffin’s charity?”

“Charity? Nonsense. It’ll be like Istanbul, all of us working together to put things right!”

Deryn nodded, though it was clear Alek barely knew what charity was. His whole life had been spent in a bubble of wealsty can no more understood money than a fish understood water.

But a much worse notion had entered her mind.

“They might not kick me off the ship, Alek. They might take me back to London for trial.”

“Have you broken any laws?”

She rolled her eyes at him. “About a dozen, you daft prince. The Admiralty might not want to make a fuss of it, but there’s a chance they’ll toss me into the brig. And if they do, we’ll never see each other again.”

Alek was silent for a moment, his eyes locked with hers. It was like one of his daft spells coming on, except his expression stayed dead serious.

She had to look away. “You should take Bovril with you. You were there when it hatched, and they won’t let me keep a beastie in prison.”

“You can escape,” Alek said. “If I could manage to get off this ship, you certainly can!”

“Alek.” She pointed at her knee. “It’ll be days before I can walk properly, and weeks before I can climb.”

“Oh.” He sat down on the bed again carefully, staring at her injured leg. “I’m an idiot for forgetting.”

“No.” She smiled. “Well, aye. But not in a bad way. You’re just . . .”

“A useless prince.”

Deryn shook her head. Alek was a lot of things, but never useless.

“I’ve got it,” he said. “I’ll tell the captain that Mr. Tesla needs your help. He’ll have to let you join me!”

“He’ll ask for orders from London. It’s not as though the Manual of Aeronautics has any chapters on girls dressed in trousers.”

“But what if I . . . ,” he began, then sighed.

She let out a dry laugh. “Barking prince Alek, always thinking you can fix everything.”

“What’s wrong with trying to fix things?”