Behemoth

tall, lean frame and gray mustache. But the wildcount wouldn’t have needed a trip to the library to learn Alek’s mother’s name. Maybe he and Hoffman were already upstairs, having a cup of tea with Alek and the others!

Just then Deryn noticed a young couple coming in through the lobby doors. They were dressed like locals, and the girl was perhaps eighteen and quite beautiful, with long dark hair in tight braids.

Deryn swallowed—the boy was Alek! She’d hardly recognized him in his tunic and tasseled fez. Not that he could wander about Istanbul in an Austrian piloting uniform, but somehow she hadn’t expected him to look so... Ottoman.

Alek drew to a halt, his eyes searching the lobby, but Deryn snapped the newspaper up in front of her face.

Who was this strange girl? One of his new allies? Suddenly that word took on an entirely new meaning in Deryn’s head.

A moment later Alek and the girl headed toward the elevators, and Deryn leapt to her feet. Whoever this girl was, Deryn couldn’t afford to miss this chance. She slapped her remaining coins onto the table and headed after them.

An elevator opened up before the two, the attendant ushering them inside. Deryn waved her newspaper, and the attendant nodded, holding the door. Alek and the girl were talking intently in Clanker, and hardly noticed when she stepped in beside them.

As the door slid closed, Deryn opened the paper, pretending to read.

“Nice weather we’re having,” she said in English.

Alek turned toward her, a baffled expression on his face. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

“Dylan,” she said politely. “In case you’ve forgotten.”

“God’s wounds! It is you! But what are you—”

“It’s a long story,” Deryn said, glancing at the girl. “And a bit secret, actually.”

“Ah, of course—introductions are in order,” he said, then glanced at the elevator man. “Or will be … quite soon.”

They rode the rest of the way in silence.

Alek led them to a set of double doors that opened onto a vast room, all silk and tassels, with its own balcony and a shiny brass switchboard for calling servants. There was no bed in sight, just a pair of French doors half opened to reveal yet another room.

Deryn noticed the other girl’s eyes widen, and she felt a squick of relief. Apparently this girl had never been here before either.

“Almost as fancy as your castle,” Deryn said.

“And with rather better service. There’s someone here you should meet, Dylan.” Alek turned and called out, “Guten tag, Bovril!”

“Guten tag!” came a voice from nowhere, and then a wee beastie waddled from behind the curtains. It looked like a cross between a butler monkey and some kind of cuddly toy, all huge eyes and tiny, clever hands.

“Barking spiders,” Deryn breathed. She’d forgotten all about Dr. Barlow’s missing beastie. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Mr. Sharp,” the beastie said sarcastically.

She blinked. “How in blazes does it know me?”

“An intriguing question,” Alek said. “Bovril seems to have been listening while it was still in the egg. But it also heard your voice from that reporter’s awful bullfrog.”

“You mean that bum-rag was recording us?”

Alek nodded, and Deryn softly swore. What of Volger’s threats had the bullfrog repeated?

The strange girl didn’t seem surprised to see Bovril at all. She pulled a bag of peanuts from her pocket, and the beastie crawled over to her and began to eat them.

Deryn remembered her conversation with Dr. Barlow aboard the sultan’s airyacht. The lady boffin had been quite vague about the creature’s purpose. Deryn still didn’t know what “perspicacious” meant, and there was all that business about nascent fixation, which had sounded a bit sinister, even if baby ducks did it too.

She’d have to keep an eye on this beastie.

“You named it Bovril?” she asked Alek.

“I named it, in fact,” said the girl in slow, careful English. “This silly boy kept calling it ‘the creature.’”

“But you’re not supposed to name beasties! If you get too attached, you can’t use them properly.”

“Use them?” Lilit asked. “What a horrid way to think of animals.”

Deryn rolled her eyes. Had Alek taken up with Monkey Luddites now? “Aye, lassie, and you’ve never eaten meat?”

The girl frowned. “Well, of course I have. But that seems different, somehow.”

“Only because you’re used to it. And why in blazes did you name it Bovril, anyway? That’s a sort of beef tea!”

The girl shrugged. “I thought it should have an English name. And Bovril is the only English thing I like.”

“It’s Scottish, actually,” Deryn muttered.

“Speaking of names, I’ve been quite rude.” Alek bowed a little. “Lilit, this is Midshipman Dylan Sharp.”

“Midshipman?” she asked. “You must be from the Leviathan.”

“Aye,” Deryn said, giving Alek a hard look. “Though I was meaning to keep that a secret.”

“Secret,” Bovril repeated, then made a chuckling noise.

“Don’t worry,” Alek said. “Lilit and I have no secrets from each other.”

Deryn stared at the boy, hoping that wasn’t true. He couldn’t have told this girl who his parents were, could he?

“But where’s Volger?” Alek asked. “You must have escaped with him.”

“I didn’t escape at all, you ninny. I’m here for a …” She glanced at Lilit. “A secret mission. I’ve no idea where his countship is.”

“But the bullfrog said you were going to help Volger escape!”

Deryn raised an eyebrow, wondering what else the bullfrog had repeated. Of course, Eddie Malone hadn’t understood Volger’s threats, and neither would Alek.

“Mr. Sharp,” the creature said again, still chuckling.

She ignored it. “I was planning to help him and Hoffman escape, but then I was given a mission. Maybe they managed on their own.” Deryn held up the newspaper. “But I reckon they didn’t have time.”

Alek took the paper from her and squinted at the captions. “‘The Leviathan had been granted leave to stay in the capital for four extra days, but the night before last the brave Ottoman army discovered Darwinist saboteurs in the Dardanelles. All were killed or captured. In his outrage at this affront, His Excellency the sultan has demanded that the airship leave the capital immediately.’”

He let the paper drop.

“Aye, I thought so,” Deryn said. “Volger was planning on escaping last night, but if the ship was sent away yesterday …”

“Then he’s gone,” Alek said softly.

Deryn nodded, realizing that the Leviathan was gone too.

“Where will they take him? London?”

“No. They’ll head back down to the Mediterranean,” Deryn said. “Patrol duty.”

Of course, it would be much more than patrol. The airship would be awaiting the behemoth’s arrival. There would be weeks of training missions, practice in guiding the huge beastie through narrow straits. Battle drills and midnight alerts. And here she was, stuck in this alien city, all alone except for Alek and his men, the perspicacious loris, and this unknown girl.

“But, Dylan,” Alek said, “if you didn’t escape, then why are you here?”

“Don’t you see?” Lilit spoke up. “That’s a German sailor’s uniform—a disguise.” She turned to Deryn. “You were one of the saboteurs, weren’t you?”

Deryn frowned. The lassie was quick, wasn’t she?