Behemoth

Deryn swallowed her next words, realizing she’d let exhaustion get the better of her. Her voice had gone all high and squeaky, and she was gripping the antique teacup so hard it was a wonder it hadn’t shattered.

During the alert there’d been so much commotion, it had been easy to forget that Alek was out there running for his life. But sitting here watching Volger salt his eggs with a self-satisfied expression, the enormity of it all had finally struck home.

Alek was gone, and he wasn’t coming back.

Deryn set the teacup carefully on the desk. Careful to use her boy’s voice, she said, “You seem dead pleased with yourself, is all. And I reckon it’s because Alek isn’t your problem anymore.”

“My problem?” Volger asked. “Is that what you think he was?”

“Aye. You’re glad to see the backside of him, just because he had a mind of his own sometimes.”

Volger’s face fell back into its usual stony expression, as if Deryn were a bug crawling across his breakfast. “Listen, boy. You have no idea what I’ve given up for Alek—my title, my future, my family’s name. I’ll never see my home again, no matter who wins this war. I’m a traitor in the eyes of my people, and all of it to keep Alek safe.”

Deryn held his stare. “Aye, but you’re not the only one who’s had to go against his own country. I kept Alek’s secrets and looked the other way when you lot were planning to escape. So don’t go getting all high and mighty on me.”

Volger glared at her another moment, then let out a tired laugh. He finally took his bite of potatoes, and chewed them thoughtfully.

“You’re as worried about him as I am, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am,” Deryn said.

“It’s quite touching, really.” Volger poured more tea for them both. “I’m glad Alek had you as a friend, Dylan, even if you are a commoner.”

Deryn rolled her eyes. Aristocrats were so barking stuck up.

“But Alek has trained for this moment his whole life,” Volger went on. “His father and I always knew that one day he would be alone, with the whole world against him. And Alek has made it amply clear that he was ready to go on without me.”

Deryn shook her head. “But you’ve got it all wrong, Count. Alek didn’t want to go it alone; he wanted more allies, not less. He even said he wanted to …”

She remembered the last time they’d spoken, two nights before. Alek had wished that there were a way for him to stay aboard the Leviathan, because the airship felt like the only place he’d ever belonged. And she’d been a bum-rag about the whole thing, just because he hadn’t been declaring his undying love for her.

Suddenly her throat was too tight to speak.

Volger leaned forward and regarded her. “You’re a very sensitive boy, Dylan.”

Deryn glared back at him. It didn’t mean she was barking “sensitive,” just because she knew when things mattered.

“I just hope he’s all right,” she said after a good swallow of tea.

“As do I. Perhaps we can still help Alek, you and I together.”

“How do you mean?”

“He has a bigger part to play in this war than you understand, Dylan,” the count said. “His granduncle the emperor is a very old man.”

“Aye, but the throne doesn’t mean anything to Alek, because his mum isn’t royal enough. Right?”

“Ah, I see he told you everything,” Volger said, giving her an odd smile. “But in politics there are always exceptions. When the right time comes, Alek could tip the balance of this war.”

Deryn frowned. What the count was saying didn’t quite square up with Alek’s story, about how his family had always looked down on him and his mother. But back in the Alps, of course, the Germans had sent a massive fleet of airships to capture him. They, at least, seemed to think he was important.

“But what can we do to help him?”

“At the moment, not much. But one never knows what opportunities might present themselves. The problem is that I no longer have a wireless set.”

Deryn frowned. “You had a wireless? Did the officers know about that?”

“They didn’t ask.” Count Volger waved a hand at his breakfast. “And I see you haven’t thought to bring me the morning newspapers. So if you could keep me apprised of events, I would appreciate it.”

“What? Spy for you?” Deryn cried. “Not barking likely!”

“I could make it worth your while.”

“With what? Cups of tea?”

The wildcount smiled. “Perhaps I can do better than that. For example, you must be wondering about a certain missing creature.”

“The beastie that hatched last night? You know where it is?” The man didn’t answer, but Deryn’s mind was already spinning. “Then it must have hatched before Alek left the machine room! He’s got it with him, hasn’t he?”

“Perhaps. Or perhaps we strangled it to keep it quiet.” Volger took his last bite of toast and dabbed his mouth with a napkin. “Do you think your Dr. Barlow would be interested in the details?”

Deryn narrowed her eyes. The way the lady boffin was acting, she already had a good idea where the newborn creature had gone. Suddenly it all made sense. Deryn would’ve seen it herself if she hadn’t been so exhausted.

Now that she thought about it, quite a few peculiarities surrounding the eggs were beginning to make sense.

“Aye,” Deryn said. “She might be interested.”

“Then, I’ll tell you exactly how your creature fared last night, as long as you keep me informed over the next few days.” The count looked out the window. “The Ottomans will soon make their decision about entering this war. Alek’s next step will depend greatly on that choice.”

Deryn followed his gaze out the window. The spires of Istanbul were just visible in the distance, the haze of engine smoke already rising over the city. “Well, I could tell you what the newspapers say. That’s not spying, I suppose.”

“Excellent.” Count Volger stood, offering his hand. “I think you and I may be allies after all.”

Deryn stared at his hand a moment, then sighed and shook it. “Thank you for the tea, sir. And by the way, next time you try to escape, I’d be much obliged if you did it more quietly. Or at least in the middle of the day.”

“Of course.” Volger bowed gracefully, then said, “And if you ever want to learn to fence properly, Mr. Sharp, do let me know.”

SEVENTEEN

Halfway back to the bosun’s cabin, a message lizard stopped on the ceiling overhead and fixed her with its beady eyes.

“Mr. Sharp,” it squawked in the lady boffin’s voice, “I shall need you in full dress today. We’ll be visiting the sultan.”

Deryn stared up at the beastie, wondering if she’d heard right. The sultan? The man who ruled over the whole barking Ottoman Empire?

“I have told Mr. Rigby to relieve you of other duties,” the lizard continued. “Meet me out on the airfield at