Leviathan

“Aye, barking hilarious,” Deryn murmured. She was the one standing here, not some politician. This was her decision. “I promised, Alek.”

“But you also took an oath to the Air Service, and to King George,” he reminded her. “I’m not going to make you break that oath. You’re too good a soldier for that, Dylan.”

She swallowed, shifting on her feet. “But what will they do to you?”

“I’ll be locked up tight,” Alek said. “I’m too valuable to let escape into the wilds of the Ottoman Empire. And when we get back to England, they’ll put me somewhere safe until the war’s over.”

“Blisters,” she said. “But you saved us!”

The boy shrugged. The sadness was still in his eyes. Not brimming over into tears again, but deeper than she’d ever seen it.

She was taking his one squick of hope away.

“I won’t tell,” she promised again.

“Then I’ll have to give myself up,” Alek said sadly. “The truth has to come out sooner or later. No point in you getting yourself hanged.”

Deryn wanted to argue, but Alek wasn’t making it easy. He was right about disobeying orders in wartime. It was treason, and traitors were executed.

“This is all Dr. Barlow’s fault,” she grumbled. “I wouldn’t have found out who you were if she weren’t so nosy. She’s not telling either, but of course they’d never hang a clever-boots like her.”

“No, I suppose not.” Alek shrugged again. “She’s not a soldier, after all. On top of which, she’s a woman.”

Deryn’s mouth dropped open. She’d almost forgotten— the Air Service wouldn’t hang a woman, would they? Not even a common soldier. They’d boot her out, certainly, take away everything she’d ever wanted—her home on this airship, the sky itself. But they’d never execute a fifteen-year-old girl. It would be too barking embarrassing.

She felt a smile on her face. “Don’t worry about me, Alek. I’ve got a trick up my sleeve.”

“Don’t be stupid, Dylan. This isn’t one of your madcap adventures. This is serious!”

“My adventures are all barking serious!”

“But I can’t let you take the risk,” he pleaded. “Enough people have died because of me already. I’ll go with you to the captain now and explain everything.”

“You don’t have to,” Deryn argued, but she knew Alek wouldn’t listen. He wouldn’t believe she was safe from hanging unless he knew the truth. Strangest of all, she almost wanted to tell him, to trade her secret for his.

She took a step closer.

“They won’t hang me, Alek. I’m not the soldier you think I am.”

He frowned. “What do you mean?”

Deryn took a deep breath. “I’m not really a—”

A sound came from the door—the jangling of keys. It opened and Dr. Barlow strode in, her eyes darkening as they fell on Deryn.

“Mr. Sharp. What are you doing here?”

FORTY-ONE

Alek had never seen such a cold look on Dr. Barlow’s face. Her eyes flicked from Dylan to the eggs, as if she thought the boy had come to steal one.

“Sorry, ma’am,” Dylan muttered, swallowing whatever he’d been about to say. “I was just heading up to see Tazza.”

Alek grabbed his arm. “Wait. Don’t go.” He turned to Dr. Barlow. “We have to tell the captain who I am.”

“And why would we do that?”

“He’s ordered Dylan to keep an eye on me, and to tell him everything he learns. Everything.” Alek stood up straighter, trying to summon his father’s voice of command. “We can’t ask Dylan to disobey a direct order.”

“Don’t worry about the captain.” Dr. Barlow waved her hand. “This is my mission, not his.”

“Aye, ma’am, but it’s not just him,” Dylan said. “The Admiralty knows we’ve got Clankers aboard, and the First Lord himself was asking about them!”

Dr. Barlow’s face darkened again, and her voice dropped to a growl. “That man. I should have known. This crisis is all his fault, and yet he still dares to interfere with my mission!”

Dylan tried to sputter some response to this, but failed.

Alek frowned. “Who is this fellow?”

“She’s speaking of Lord Churchill,” Dylan managed. “He’s the First Lord of the Admiralty. He runs the whole barking navy!”

“Yes, and you’d think that would be enough for Winston. But now he’s gone beyond his station,” Dr. Barlow said. She took a seat beside the eggs, pulling a few of the heaters away from the sick one. “Sit down, both of you. You may as well know the whole story, as the Ottomans will find out soon enough.”

Alek shared a look with Dylan, and they both settled onto the floor.

“Last year,” she began, “the Ottoman Empire offered to buy a warship being built in Britain. It is among the most advanced in the world, with a companion creature strong enough to change the balance of power on the seas. And it is ready to sail.”

She paused, peered at a thermometer, then moved a few more heaters around in the straw.

“But the day before you and I met in Regent’s Park, Mr. Sharp, Lord Churchill decided to seize that ship for Britain. Even though it was already paid for in full.” She shook her head. “He suspected that the Ottomans might wind up on the other side in this war, and he didn’t want the Osman in enemy hands.”

Alek frowned. “Well, that’s just plain thievery!”

“I suppose so.” Dr. Barlow flicked a piece of straw. “More important, it was a shocking bit of diplomacy. That annoying man has made it nearly certain that the Ottomans will join the Clankers. It is our mission to prevent that from happening.”

She patted the sick egg.

“But what’s that got to do with my secret?” Alek asked.

Dr. Barlow sighed. “Winston and I have been at odds about the Ottomans for some time. He doesn’t appreciate that I’m trying to fix his mistakes, and he’d love to get in my way.” She looked at Alek. “Finding out that we have the son of the Archduke Ferdinand as our captive would provide him with an excuse to turn this ship around.”

Alek set his teeth. “A captive? Our countries aren’t even at war! And may I remind you who runs the engines for this ship?”

“That is precisely my point,” Dr. Barlow said. “Now do you see why I don’t want you and Dylan blabbing to the captain? It would cause a great deal of trouble, setting us all against one another. And we’ve been getting along so splendidly!”

“Aye, she’s right,” Dylan said. The boy looked relieved.

Dr. Barlow turned and adjusted the egg again. “You can leave Lord Churchill to me.”

“But it’s not just your problem, ma’am,” Alek said. “It’s Dylan’s as well. You say you’ll protect him, but how can you promise to …” He frowned. “Who exactly are you, madam, to take on this Lord Churchill?”

The woman rose to her full height, adjusting her bowler hat.

“I am exactly as you see me—Nora Darwin Barlow, head keeper of the London Zoo.”

Alek blinked. Had she said Nora Darwin Barlow? A new trickle of nerves began to grow in his stomach.

“You m-mean,” Dylan stammered, “your grandfather … the barking beekeeper?”

“I never said he was a beekeeper,” she laughed. “Only that he found bees inspiring. His theories wouldn’t have