Behemoth
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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?
"Aye, I'm the only one they didn't catch. Those three poor blighters were my men."
Alek sat down in a tasseled chair, swearing softly in Clanker. "I'm sorry about your men, Dylan."
"Aye, me too. And I'm sorry about Volger," said Deryn, though she wasn't sure if she meant it. The wildcount was too much of a clever-boots for her liking. "He really did mean to join you."
Alek nodded slowly, staring at the floor. For a moment he looked younger than his fifteen years, like a wee boy. But he gathered himself and looked up at her.
"Well, I suppose you'll have to do, Dylan. You're a fine soldier, after all. I'm sure the Committee will be happy to have you."
"What are you talking about? What committee?"
"The Committee for Union and Progress. They seek to overthrow the sultan."
Deryn glanced at Lilit, then back at Alek, her eyes widening. Overthrow the sultan? What if Count Volger had been right, and Alek had joined some daft bunch of anarchists? And Monkey Luddite anarchists at that!
"Alek," said Lilit softly, "you can't go telling this boy our secrets. Not till he's met Nene, at least."
Alek waved her protests away. "You can trust Dylan. He's known for ages who my father was, and he never betrayed me to his officers."
Deryn's jaw dropped. Alek had already told this anarchist lassie about his parents? But he'd been in Istanbul only three barking days!
Suddenly she wondered if she should just walk out the door. She'd seen a dozen cargo ships flying British flags. Maybe one would take her out to the Mediterranean and back to sanity.
Why had she abandoned her sworn duty for some barking prince?
"Besides," Alek said, standing up and putting a hand on Deryn's shoulder, "fate has delivered Dylan here to Istanbul. Clearly he's meant to help us!"
Deryn and Lilit looked at each other, and they both rolled their eyes.
Alek ignored their skeptical looks. "Listen to me, Dylan. You Darwinists want to keep the Ottomans out of the war, right? It's the whole reason Dr. Barlow brought us all this way."
"Aye, but that's all gone pear-shaped. Everything we've done has only pushed the sultan into the Germans' hands."
"Perhaps," Alek said. "But what if the sultan were overthrown? Since the last revolution, the rebels here have despised the Germans. They'd never join the Clanker side."
"The British are just as bad," Lilit said. "All the great powers take advantage of us. But it's true enough, we don't want anything to do with your war. We just want the sultan gone."
Deryn stared at the girl, wondering whether to trust her. Alek apparently did, having blathered all his secrets. But what if he was wrong?
Well, in that case he needed someone he could trust.
"Great powers," muttered Bovril, then went back to eating peanuts.
Deryn let out a slow sigh. She'd come to Istanbul to help Alek, after all, and here he was, asking for help. But this was so much bigger than anything she'd expected.
If the sultan could be tossed out of his palace, then The Straits would stay open and the Russian army wouldn't starve. The Clankers' grand plan to extend their influence into Asia would be stopped in its tracks.
This was a chance not just to help Alek but to change the course of the whole barking war. Perhaps it was her duty to stay right here.
"All right, then," she said. "I'll do what I can."
Chapter Thirty-One
"I do look rather Turkish, don't I?" Klopp said, regarding himself in the mirror.
Alek hesitated a moment, struggling for words. The man didn't look like a Turk at all - more like a zeppelin wrapped in blue silk with a tasseled nose cone.
"Perhaps without the fez, sir," Bauer suggested.
"You might be right, Hans," Alek said. "A turban would be better."
"Fez!" proclaimed Bovril, who was sitting on Dylan's shoulder eating plums.
"The fez is good," Dylan said. The boy's German was getting better, but he still missed words here and there.
"How does one put on a turban?" Klopp asked, but no one knew.
Bauer and Klopp had been stuck in the hotel for almost a week now, and it had been slowly driving them mad. A cage was still a cage, however luxurious. But at last they were going out, headed to Zaven's warehouse to inspect the walkers of the Committee.
The problem was how to get them there without being spotted.
Alek and Dylan had tried their best to buy disguises at the Grand Bazaar, but the results hadn't been entirely successful. Bauer looked too fancy, like one of the hotel doormen, and Klopp's voluminous robes had turned him into a silken airship.
"We don't have to pass for Ottomans," Alek said. "We're just going through the lobby and into a taxi, then straight to the warehouse. Hardly anyone will see us."
"Then why aren't you dressed like a Hapsburg prince, young master?" Klopp pulled the fez from his head. "Seeing as how these anarchists already know your name."
"They're not anarchists," Alek said for the hundredth time. "Anarchists want to destroy all government. The Committee just wants to replace the sultan with an elected parliament."
"It's all the same nasty business," Klopp said, shaking his head. "Murdering one's masters. Have you forgotten those Serb boys throwing bombs at your parents?"
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?
"Aye, I'm the only one they didn't catch. Those three poor blighters were my men."
Alek sat down in a tasseled chair, swearing softly in Clanker. "I'm sorry about your men, Dylan."
"Aye, me too. And I'm sorry about Volger," said Deryn, though she wasn't sure if she meant it. The wildcount was too much of a clever-boots for her liking. "He really did mean to join you."
Alek nodded slowly, staring at the floor. For a moment he looked younger than his fifteen years, like a wee boy. But he gathered himself and looked up at her.
"Well, I suppose you'll have to do, Dylan. You're a fine soldier, after all. I'm sure the Committee will be happy to have you."
"What are you talking about? What committee?"
"The Committee for Union and Progress. They seek to overthrow the sultan."
Deryn glanced at Lilit, then back at Alek, her eyes widening. Overthrow the sultan? What if Count Volger had been right, and Alek had joined some daft bunch of anarchists? And Monkey Luddite anarchists at that!
"Alek," said Lilit softly, "you can't go telling this boy our secrets. Not till he's met Nene, at least."
Alek waved her protests away. "You can trust Dylan. He's known for ages who my father was, and he never betrayed me to his officers."
Deryn's jaw dropped. Alek had already told this anarchist lassie about his parents? But he'd been in Istanbul only three barking days!
Suddenly she wondered if she should just walk out the door. She'd seen a dozen cargo ships flying British flags. Maybe one would take her out to the Mediterranean and back to sanity.
Why had she abandoned her sworn duty for some barking prince?
"Besides," Alek said, standing up and putting a hand on Deryn's shoulder, "fate has delivered Dylan here to Istanbul. Clearly he's meant to help us!"
Deryn and Lilit looked at each other, and they both rolled their eyes.
Alek ignored their skeptical looks. "Listen to me, Dylan. You Darwinists want to keep the Ottomans out of the war, right? It's the whole reason Dr. Barlow brought us all this way."
"Aye, but that's all gone pear-shaped. Everything we've done has only pushed the sultan into the Germans' hands."
"Perhaps," Alek said. "But what if the sultan were overthrown? Since the last revolution, the rebels here have despised the Germans. They'd never join the Clanker side."
"The British are just as bad," Lilit said. "All the great powers take advantage of us. But it's true enough, we don't want anything to do with your war. We just want the sultan gone."
Deryn stared at the girl, wondering whether to trust her. Alek apparently did, having blathered all his secrets. But what if he was wrong?
Well, in that case he needed someone he could trust.
"Great powers," muttered Bovril, then went back to eating peanuts.
Deryn let out a slow sigh. She'd come to Istanbul to help Alek, after all, and here he was, asking for help. But this was so much bigger than anything she'd expected.
If the sultan could be tossed out of his palace, then The Straits would stay open and the Russian army wouldn't starve. The Clankers' grand plan to extend their influence into Asia would be stopped in its tracks.
This was a chance not just to help Alek but to change the course of the whole barking war. Perhaps it was her duty to stay right here.
"All right, then," she said. "I'll do what I can."
Chapter Thirty-One
"I do look rather Turkish, don't I?" Klopp said, regarding himself in the mirror.
Alek hesitated a moment, struggling for words. The man didn't look like a Turk at all - more like a zeppelin wrapped in blue silk with a tasseled nose cone.
"Perhaps without the fez, sir," Bauer suggested.
"You might be right, Hans," Alek said. "A turban would be better."
"Fez!" proclaimed Bovril, who was sitting on Dylan's shoulder eating plums.
"The fez is good," Dylan said. The boy's German was getting better, but he still missed words here and there.
"How does one put on a turban?" Klopp asked, but no one knew.
Bauer and Klopp had been stuck in the hotel for almost a week now, and it had been slowly driving them mad. A cage was still a cage, however luxurious. But at last they were going out, headed to Zaven's warehouse to inspect the walkers of the Committee.
The problem was how to get them there without being spotted.
Alek and Dylan had tried their best to buy disguises at the Grand Bazaar, but the results hadn't been entirely successful. Bauer looked too fancy, like one of the hotel doormen, and Klopp's voluminous robes had turned him into a silken airship.
"We don't have to pass for Ottomans," Alek said. "We're just going through the lobby and into a taxi, then straight to the warehouse. Hardly anyone will see us."
"Then why aren't you dressed like a Hapsburg prince, young master?" Klopp pulled the fez from his head. "Seeing as how these anarchists already know your name."
"They're not anarchists," Alek said for the hundredth time. "Anarchists want to destroy all government. The Committee just wants to replace the sultan with an elected parliament."
"It's all the same nasty business," Klopp said, shaking his head. "Murdering one's masters. Have you forgotten those Serb boys throwing bombs at your parents?"
