provenance Laurence suspected.
He took them anyway, thanking them gravely, and climbed back aboard, making a mental note of the sandy-haired fellow; it was the sort of initiative he liked to see and considered the making of an officer.
‘We could bring our carabiner belts tomorrow, and then we could ride along and help,’ the boy added now, with a too-guileless expression.
Laurence eyed him and wondered if this was forwardness to discourage, but he was secretly cheered by the enthusiasm, so he contented himself with saying firmly, ‘We shall see.’
They stood watching from the ledge, and Laurence saw their eager faces until Temeraire came around the castle and they passed out of sight. Once at the lake, he let Temeraire swim around to clean off the worst of the gore, then wiped him down with particular care. It was appalling to a man raised to careful grooming of horses and daily holystoning of the deck that aviators should leave their beasts to keep themselves clean, and as he rubbed down the sleek black sides, he considered suddenly the harness. ‘Temeraire, does this chafe you at all?’ he asked, touching the straps.
‘Oh, not very often now,’ Temeraire said, turning his head to look. ‘My hide is getting a great deal tougher; and when it does bother me I can shift it a little, and then it is better straightaway.’
‘My dear, I am covered with shame,’ Laurence said. ‘I ought never have kept you in it; from now on you shall not wear it for an instant while it is not necessary for our flying together.’
‘But is it not required, like your clothing?’ Temeraire said. ‘I would not like anyone to think I was not civilized.’
‘I shall get you a larger chain to wear about your neck, and that will serve,’ Laurence said, thinking of the golden collar Celeritas wore. ‘I am not going to have you suffering for a custom that so far as I can tell is nothing but laziness; and I am of a mind to complain of it in the strongest terms to the next admiral I see.’
He was as good as his word and stripped the harness from Temeraire the moment they landed in the courtyard. Temeraire looked a little nervously at the other dragons, who had been watching with interest from the moment the two of them had returned with Temeraire still dripping from the lake. But none of them seemed shocked, only curious, and once Laurence had detached the gold-and-pearl chain and wrapped it around one of Temeraire’s talons, rather like a ring, Temeraire relaxed entirely and settled back down on the warm flagstones. ‘It is more pleasant not to have it on; I had not realized how it would be,’ he confided quietly to Laurence, and scratched at a darkened spot on his hide where a buckle had rested and crushed together several scales into a callus.
Laurence paused in cleaning the harness and stroked him in apology. ‘I do beg your forgiveness,’ he said, looking at the galled spot with remorse. ‘I will try and find a poultice for these marks.’
‘I want mine off too,’ chirped one of the Winchesters suddenly, and flitted down from Maximus’s back to land in front of Laurence. ‘Will you, please?’
Laurence hesitated; it did not seem right to him to handle another man’s beast. ‘I think perhaps your own handler is the only one who ought to remove it,’ he said. ‘I do not like to give offence.’
‘He has not come for three days,’ the Winchester said sadly, his small head drooping; he was only about the size of a couple of draft horses, and his shoulder barely topped Laurence’s head. Looking more closely, Laurence could see his hide was marked with streaks of dried blood, and the harness did not look particularly clean or well-kept, unlike those of the other dragons; it bore stains and rough patches.
‘Come here, and let me have a look at you,’ Laurence said quietly, as he took up the linens, still wet from the lake, and began to clean the little dragon.
‘Oh, thank you,’ the Winchester said, leaning happily into the cloth. ‘My name is Levitas,’ he added, shyly.
‘I am Laurence, and this is Temeraire,’ Laurence said.
‘Laurence is my captain,’ Temeraire said, the smallest hint of belligerence in his tone, and an emphasis on the possessive; Laurence looked up at him in surprise, and paused in his cleaning to pat Temeraire’s side. Temeraire subsided, but watched with his pupils narrowed to thin slits while Laurence finished.
‘Shall I see if I cannot find what has happened to your handler?’ he told Levitas with a final pat. ‘Perhaps he is not feeling well, but if so I am sure he will be well soon.’
‘Oh, I do not think he is sick,’ Levitas said, with that same sadness. ‘But that feels much better already,’ he added, and rubbed his head gratefully against Laurence’s shoulder.
Temeraire gave a low displeased rumble and flexed his talons against the stone; with an alarmed chirp, Levitas flew straightaway up to Maximus’s back and nestled down small against the other Winchester again. Laurence turned to Temeraire. ‘Come now, what is this jealousy?’ he said softly. ‘Surely you cannot begrudge him a little cleaning when his handler is neglecting him.’
‘You are mine,’ Temeraire said obstinately. After a moment, however, he ducked his head in a shamefaced way and added in a smaller voice, ‘He would be easier to clean.’
‘I would not give up an inch of your hide were you twice Laetificat’s size,’ Laurence said. ‘But perhaps I will see if some of the boys would like to wash him, tomorrow.’
‘Oh, that would be good,’ Temeraire said, brightening. ‘I do not quite understand why his handler has not come; you would never stay away so long, would you?’
‘Never in life, unless I was kept away by force,’ Laurence said. He did not understand it himself; he could imagine that a man harnessed to a dim beast would not necessarily find the creature’s company satisfying intellectually, but at the least he would have expected the easy affection with which he had seen James treat Volatilus. And though even smaller, Levitas was certainly more intelligent than Volly. Perhaps it was not so strange that there would be less-dedicated men among aviators as well as in any other branch of the service, but with the shortage of dragons, it seemed a great pity to see one of them reduced to unhappiness, which could not help but affect the creature’s performance.
Laurence carried Temeraire’s harness with him out of the castle yard and over to the large sheds where the ground crews worked; though it was late in the day, there were several men still sitting out in front, smoking comfortably. They looked at him curiously, not saluting, but not unfriendly either. ‘Ah, you’d be Temeraire’s,’ one of them said, reaching out to take the harness. ‘Has it broken? We’ll be having a proper harness ready for you in a few days, but we can patch it up in the meantime.’
‘No, it merely needs cleaning,’ Laurence said.
‘You haven’t a harness-tender yet; we can’t be assigning you your ground crew ’til we know how he’s to be trained,’ the man said. ‘But we’ll see to it; Hollin, give this a rub, would you?’ he called, catching the attention of a younger man who was working on a bit of leatherwork inside.
Hollin came out, wiping grease off onto his apron, and took the harness in big, capable-looking hands. ‘Right you are; will he give me any trouble, putting it back on him after?’ he asked.
‘That will not be necessary, thank you; he is more comfortable without it, so merely leave it beside him,’ Laurence said firmly, ignoring the looks this won him. ‘And Levitas’s harness requires attention as well.’
‘Levitas? Well now, I’d say that’s for his captain to speak to his crew about,’ the first man said, sucking on his pipe thoughtfully.
That was perfectly true; nevertheless, it was a poor-spirited answer. Laurence gave the man a cold, steady look, and let silence speak for him. The men shifted a little uncomfortably under his glare. He said, very softly, ‘If they need to be rebuked to do their duty, then it must be arranged; I would not have thought any man in the Corps would need to hear anything but that a dragon’s wellbeing was at risk to seek to amend the situation.’