Goliath

exactly unarmed. Goliath was a weapon, after all.”

“Quite,” Bovril said.

Deryn swallowed, realizing that Dr. Barlow had been right. They couldn’t tell Alek about the meteor now. He could never learn he’d killed a man to stop a weapon that didn’t work.

But she’d promised not to keep secrets from him anymore. . . .

“It was Volger’s idea to lie,” Alek went on. “We told the truth about shutting down Goliath, because saving Berlin will make me a hero in the Clanker nations. But we can never say exactly how I did it.”

“Aye, and he’s right!” Deryn took both his hands, remembering the suspicions that Adela Rogers had voiced. “Don’t tell anyone you killed him, Alek. They’ll think you were in league with the Germans, and they’ll blame the rest of the war on you!”

He nodded. “But I had to tell you, Deryn. Because we promised not to keep secrets anymore.”

She closed her eyes. “Oh, you daft prince.”

There was no way out of it now.

“You’re right enough about that.” Alek was staring down at his formal boots, which were a little scuffed from climbing. “I thought it was my destiny to stop this war, and in the end all I had to do was step aside and it would’ve all been over. But instead I kept it going. So it really is my fault from now on.”

“No, it isn’t!” Deryn cried. “It never was. And you couldn’t have stopped it anyway, because Tesla’s machine didn’t work!”

Alek blinked. He took a step back, but Deryn stopped him, squeezing his hands hard.

Bovril chuckled a bit and said, “Meteoric.”

“Remember my bit of Tesla’s rock?” Deryn said. “Dr. Barlow sent it to some boffin in London, and it was from a meteor. You know what that is, right?”

“A shooting star?” Alek shrugged. “Then, it’s as I thought; it was only a scientific specimen.”

“This wasn’t just some shooting star!” Deryn tried to remember everything Dr. Barlow had said. “What Tesla found was just a wee bit of it, but the whole thing was huge, maybe miles across. And it was going so barking fast that it exploded when it hit the atmosphere. That’s what knocked down those trees, not some Clanker contraption! Tunguska was just an accident, and Tesla was a rooster taking credit for the dawn!”

Alek stared at her, his eyes glittering. “Then, why did he try to fire Goliath?”

“Because he was mad, Alek, out of his mind with wanting to stop the war!”

“Just like you,” she didn’t say.

“And Dr. Barlow is certain of this.”

“Completely. So it’s not your fault the war’s still going! It would have gone on, year after bloody year, no matter what you did.” She flung her arms around him and squeezed hard. “But you didn’t know that!”

Alek stood there motionless in her embrace, his muscles tight. At last he pushed her gently away, his voice barely a whisper.

“I’d have done it anyway.”

She swallowed. “What do you mean?”

“I would have killed him to save the Leviathan. To save you.” He put his hands on her shoulders. “It was the only thing in my mind, when it came time to choose—that I couldn’t lose you. That’s when I knew.”

“Knew what?”

He leaned forward to kiss her. His lips were soft against hers, but they kindled something sharp and hard inside her, something that had waited impatiently all the months since this boy had come aboard.

“Oh,” she said after it was over. “That.”

“Barking spiders,” Bovril added softly.

“When we were topside in the storm, is this what you . . . ,” Alek began. “I mean, have I gone mad?”

“Not yet.” She pulled him closer, and they kissed again.

Finally she took a step back and looked about, worried for a moment that they might have been seen. But the nearest riggers on the spine were five hundred feet away, huddled around a hydrogen sniffer that had found a tear in the membrane.

“It’s a bit tricky, isn’t it?” Alek said, following her gaze.

She nodded silently, afraid that one wrong word could ruin everything.

He pulled something from his pocket, and as Deryn stared at it, her heart sank. It was the leather scroll case, the one with the pope’s letter inside. She’d forgotten for a single, absurd moment that Alek was an emperor-in- waiting and she was as common as dirt.

“Tricky,” Bovril said.

“Of course.” Deryn dropped her gaze, stepping back from his embrace. “No one’s going to write me a letter to turn me royal, are they? And I’d hardly make a proper princess, even if the pope himself sewed me a dress. This is all ridiculous.”

Alek stared at the scroll case. “No, the answer’s quite simple.”

Deryn clenched her fists against too much hope. “You mean we could keep it all a secret? We’d have to hide ourselves for a bit anyway, given that I’m dressed in trousers. And you’re a bit better at lying these days . . .”

“That’s not what I mean.”

She stared at him—the daft look was in his eyes again. “What, then?”

“We’ll keep some secrets, for a while. And you may need your disguise until the world catches up with you.” Alek took a slow breath. “But I have no use for this.”

And with those words Prince Aleksandar of Hohenberg flung the scroll case hard to starboard, and it went spinning out across the Manhattan skyline, the shiny leather glittering in the sunlight. The ocean breeze caught it and carried it astern, but the whirling case still cleared the broadest part of the airbeast’s body by some distance, and from the bowhead Deryn could plainly see where it struck the water with a tiny, perfect splash.

“Meteoric!” Bovril said a bit madly.

“Aye, beastie.” The world had suddenly gone sharp and crackly, as if lightning were kinng the sky over Manhattan. But Deryn couldn’t lift her gaze from the dark river. “That letter was your whole future, you daft prince.”

“It was my past. I lost that world the night my parents died.” He drew close again. “But I found you, Deryn. Maybe I wasn’t meant to end the war, but I was meant to find you. I know that. You’ve saved me from not having any reason to keep going.”

“We save each other,” Deryn whispered. “That’s how it works.”

With a quick glance at the distant group of riggers, she kissed Alek again. This one was longer, better, their hands entwining at their sides, and the steady headwind made it feel as if the ship were underway, going somewhere new and wonderful with only the three of them aboard.

That thought made Deryn pull away. “But what in blazes are you going to do, Alek?”

“I expect I’ll have to get a proper job.” He sighed, staring down at the river. “My gold’s run out, and it’s not likely they’ll let me join the crew.”

“Emperors are vain and useless things,” Bovril said.

Alek gave the beast a hard stare, but Deryn felt another smile on her face.

“Not to worry,” she said. “I was thinking of leaving myself.”

“What . . . you, leave the Leviathan? But that’s absurd.”

“Not quite. It turns out the lady boffin has just the job for me. For both of us, I’d think.”

“AN END AND A KISS.”

In a surprise announcement today, His Serene Highness Aleksandar of Hohenberg, putative heir to the empire of Austria-Hungary, renounced his claim to all the lands and titles of his father’s line, including the imperial throne itself. This extraordinary news has shaken his war-ravaged country, many of whose embattled citizens have quietly