The lady boffin waited in the navigation room, staring out at the lights of Istanbul across the water. Deryn frowned—she’d expected to find the captain. Of course, with German walkers on the way, the officers would be up on the bridge. But why had she been ordered here instead of to a battle station?
Tazza leapt up from the floor beside Dr. Barlow, running over to snuffle at Deryn’s boots. She knelt to cup his nose with her palm.
“Good to see you, Tazza.”
“Tazza,” Bovril repeated, then chuckled.
“A pleasure to see you too, Mr. Sharp,” the lady boffin said, turning from the view. “We’ve all been quite beside ourselves with worry.”
“It’s brilliant to be home, ma’am.”
“Of course, it stands to reason that you’d make it back safe and sound, resourceful lad that you are.” The lady boffin’s fingers drummed the sill of the window. “Though I see you’ve caused a bit of trouble in the meantime.”
“Aye, ma’am.” Deryn allowed herself to smile. “It
“Yes, yes.” The lady boffin waved her hand, as if she saw towers wrapped in lightning topple every day. “But I meant that creature on your shoulder, not this tiresome battle.”
“Oh,” Deryn said, looking at Bovril. “You mean you’re glad to have it back, then?”
“No, Mr. Sharp, that is not what I mean.” Dr. Barlow let out a slow sigh. “Have you forgotten already? I went to great pains to make sure that the loris hatched while
“Aye, I remember that,” Deryn said. “How it’s like a baby duck, latching on to whoever it sees first.”
“Exactly, which was Alek. And yet here it is on
Deryn frowned, trying to remember exactly when Bovril had started riding on her shoulder as often as Alek’s. “Well, the beastie seems to like me just as much as it does him. And why wouldn’t it? I mean, Alek is a barking
Dr. Barlow sat down at the map table, shaking her head. “It wasn’t designed to bond with two people! Not unless they’re …” She narrowed her eyes. “I suppose you and Alek have rather a close friendship, haven’t you, Mr. Sharp?”
“
Deryn gave the beastie a hard look, then spread her hands. “Honestly, I don’t know, ma’am. It’s just that Alek was busy driving the walker tonight, so Bovril started off on
“Excuse me,” Dr. Barlow interrupted. “But did you just say
“Oh, aye. That’s its name, sort of.”
The lady boffin raised an eyebrow. “As in the beef extract?”
“It wasn’t me who named it,” Deryn said. “They taught us all that in middy training, about not getting attached. But this anarchist lassie kept insisting on calling it
“Bovril,” the beastie repeated.
Dr. Barlow stepped forward to peer more closely at the loris, then shook her head again. “I wonder if this excess of bonding is Mr. Newkirk’s fault. He never quite kept the eggs at an even temperature.”
“You mean, Bovril might be
“One never can tell with a new species. You say an ‘anarchist lassie’ started this
Deryn started to explain, but found herself wavering on her feet, and plonked down into a chair. It wasn’t exactly good manners, sitting in a lady’s presence, but suddenly all that had happened tonight was hitting Deryn hard—the battle, Zaven’s death, the narrow escape of the
More than anything else, it was a relief to be home. To feel the ship beneath her feet, real and solid, and not burning horribly in the sky. And Alek aboard by now as well …
“You see, ma’am, when I found him, Alek had taken up with this Committee for Union and Progress, who were dead keen to overthrow the sultan. I didn’t approve of them, of course, but then we found out there was a Tesla cannon being built. Knowing that it could destroy the
“Very resourceful, as always.” The lady boffin sat across from her, reaching down to scratch Tazza’s head. “Count Volger wasn’t far wrong, was he?”
“Count Volger?” A squick of panic went through Deryn at the name. “If you don’t mind me asking, ma’am, what exactly wasn’t he wrong about?”
“He said that Alek had fallen in with unsavory elements. And also that
Deryn nodded slowly. Volger had been sitting right there, of course, when she’d heard the clue about Alek’s hotel. “He’s a clever-boots, that one.”
“Indeed.” The lady boffin stood up again and turned to stare out. “Though he may be wrong about this Committee. However unsavory their politics, they have performed a valuable service for Britain today.”
“Aye, ma’am. They helped us save the barking ship!”
“They seem to have toppled the sultan as well.”
Deryn hauled herself up and joined Dr. Barlow at the window. The ship was under way again, heading back across the water. In the distance the streets of Istanbul were still alight with gunfire and explosions, and Deryn could make out swirling clouds of spice dust in the war elephants’ searchlights.
“I’m not certain he’s toppled yet, ma’am. It looks as if they’re still fighting.”
“This battle is quite pointless, I assure you,” the lady boffin said. “A few minutes after the
“Truce? But the battle’s hardly begun. Why would the sultan surrender?”
“He did not. According to the
“Oh.” Deryn frowned. “You mean he was …
“As I said to you some time ago, sultans have been replaced before.”
Deryn let out a low whistle, wondering how long this meaningless battle would go on. Out the window the dark water of the bay was still churning where the
The spotlight came on again, cutting into the water to bring the beastie to heel. The
“If the Committee’s really winning,” Deryn said, “then Germany will be the only Clanker power left!”
“My dear boy, there is still Austria-Hungary.”
“Right, of course.” Deryn cleared her throat, silently cursing herself. “Don’t know how I forgot about them.”
Dr. Barlow raised an eyebrow. “You forgot about Alek’s own people? How odd, Mr. Sharp.”
“Mr. Sharp,” came a voice from above them.
Deryn looked straight up, and her jaw dropped.
Two small eyes were peering back at her from the ceiling. They belonged to another perspicacious loris, its tiny paws clinging to a message lizard tube. It looked almost like Bovril, except for missing the spots on its haunches.
“What in blazes?”
Then she remembered—there had been