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Goliath andlt;link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="../styles/9781442434363.css"andgt; andlt;h2 andgt;andlt;a id="ch01"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;andlt;a id="page_1"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ch01.jpg" alt="images"andgt;andlt;/h2andgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Siberia,and#8221; Alek said. The word slipped cold and hard from his tongue, as forbidding as the landscape passing below.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;We wonand#8217;t be over Siberia till tomorrow.and#8221; Dylan sat at the table, still attacking his breakfast. and#8220;And itand#8217;ll take almost a week to cross it. Russia is barking andlt;Iandgt;bigandlt;/Iandgt;.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;And cold,and#8221; Newkirk added. He stood next to Alek at the window of the middiesand#8217; mess, both hands wrapped around a cup of tea.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Cold,and#8221; repeated Bovril. The creature clutched Alekand#8217;s shoulder a little tighter, and a shiver went through its body.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;In early October no snow lay on the ground below. But the sky was an icy, cloudless blue. The window had a lace of frost around its edges, left over from a frigid night.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;a id="page_2"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;andlt;Iandgt;Another week of flying across this wasteland,andlt;/Iandgt; Alek thought. Farther from Europe and the war, and from his destiny. The andlt;Iandgt;Leviathanandlt;/Iandgt; was still headed east, probably toward the empire of Japan, though no one would confirm their destination. Even though heand#8217;d helped the British cause back in Istanbul, the airshipand#8217;s officers still saw Alek and his men as little better than prisoners. He was a Clanker prince and they were Darwinists, and the Great War between the two technologies was spreading faster every day.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Itand#8217;ll get much colder as we angle north,and#8221; Dylan said around a mouthful of his breakfast. and#8220;You should both finish your potatoes. Theyand#8217;ll keep you warm.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Alek turned. and#8220;But weand#8217;re already north of Tokyo. Why go out of our way?and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Weand#8217;re dead on course,and#8221; Dylan said. and#8220;Mr. Rigby made us plot a great circle route last week, and it took us all the way up to Omsk.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;A great circle route?and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Itand#8217;s a navigatorand#8217;s trick,and#8221; Newkirk explained. He breathed on the window glass before him, then drew an upside-down smile with one fingertip. and#8220;The earth is round, but paper is flat, right? So a straight course looks curved when you draw it on a map. You always wind up going farther north than youand#8217;d think.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Except below the equator,and#8221; Dylan added. and#8220;Then itand#8217;s the other way round.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;a id="page_3"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;Bovril chuckled, as if great circle routes were quite amusing. But Alek hadnand#8217;t followed a word of itand#8212;not that heand#8217;d expected to.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;It was maddening. Two weeks ago heand#8217;d helped lead a revolution against the Ottoman sultan, ruler of an ancient empire. The rebels had welcomed Alekand#8217;s counsel, his piloting skills, and his gold. And together theyand#8217;d won.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;But here aboard the andlt;Iandgt;Leviathanandlt;/Iandgt; he was deadweightand#8212;a waste of hydrogen, as the crew called anything useless. He might spend his days beside Dylan and Newkirk, but he was no midshipman. He couldnand#8217;t take a sextant reading, tie a decent knot, or estimate the shipand#8217;s altitude.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Worst of all, Alek was no longer needed in the engine pods. In the month heand#8217;d been plotting revolution in Istanbul, the Darwinist engineers had learned a lot about Clanker mechaniks. Hoffman and Klopp were no longer called up to help with the engines, so there was hardly any need for a translator.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Since the first time heand#8217;d come aboard, Alek had dreamed of somehow serving on the andlt;Iandgt;Leviathanandlt;/Iandgt;. But everything he could offerand#8212;walker piloting, fencing, speaking six languages, and being a grandnephew of an emperorand#8212;seemed to be worthless on an airship. He was no doubt more valuable as a young prince who had famously switched sides than as an airman.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;a id="page_4"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;It was as if everyone were andlt;Iandgt;tryingandlt;/Iandgt; to make him a waste of hydrogen.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Then Alek remembered a saying of his fatherand#8217;s: The only way to remedy ignorance is to admit it.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;He took a slow breath. and#8220;Iand#8217;m aware that the earth is round, Mr. Newkirk. But I still donand#8217;t understand this and#8216;great circle routeand#8217; business.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Itand#8217;s dead easy to see if youand#8217;ve got a globe in front of you,and#8221; Dylan said, pushing away his plate. and#8220;Thereand#8217;s one in the navigation room. Weand#8217;ll sneak in sometime when the officers arenand#8217;t there.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;That would be most agreeable.and#8221; Alek turned back to the window and clasped his hands behind his back.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Itand#8217;s nothing to be ashamed of, Prince Aleksandar,and#8221; Newkirk said. and#8220;Still takes me andlt;Iandgt;agesandlt;/Iandgt; to plot a proper course. Not like Mr. Sharp here, knowing all about sextants before he even joined the Service.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Not all of us are lucky enough to have an airman for a father,and#8221; Alek said.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Father?and#8221; Newkirk turned from the window, frowning. and#8220;Wasnand#8217;t that your uncle, Mr. Sharp?and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Bovril made a soft noise, sinking its tiny claws into Alekand#8217;s shoulder. Dylan said nothing, though. He seldom spoke of his father, who had burned to death in front of the boyand#8217;s eyes. The accident still haunted Dylan, and fire was the only thing that frightened him.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;a id="page_5"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;Alek cursed himself as a andlt;Iandgt;Dummkopfandlt;/Iandgt;, wondering why heand#8217;d mentioned the man. Was he angry at Dylan for always being so good at everything?andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;He was about to apologize when Bovril shifted again, leaning forward to stare out the window.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Beastie,and#8221; the perspicacious loris said.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;A black fleck had glided into view, wheeling across the empty blue sky. It was a huge bird, much bigger than the falcons that had circled the airship in the mountains a few days before. It had the size and claws of a predator, but its shape was unlike any Alek had seen before.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;It was headed straight for the ship.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Does that bird look odd to you, Mr. Newkirk?and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Newkirk turned back to the window and raised his field glasses, which were still around his neck from the morning watch.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Aye,and#8221; he said a moment later. and#8220;I think itand#8217;s an imperial eagle!and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;There was a hasty scrape of chair legs from behind them. Dylan appeared at the window, shielding his eyes with both hands.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Blisters, youand#8217;re rightand#8212;two heads! But imperials only carry messages from the czar himself. . . .and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Alek glanced at Dylan, wondering if heand#8217;d heard right. andlt;Iandgt;Two heads?andlt;/Iandgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;The eagle soared closer, flashing past the window in andlt;a id="page_6"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;a blur of black feathers, a glint of gold from its harness catching the morning sun. Bovril broke into maniacal laughter at its passage.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Itand#8217;s headed for the bridge, right?and#8221; Alek asked.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Aye.and#8221; Newkirk lowered his field glasses. and#8220;Important messages go straight to the captain.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;A bit of hope pried its way into Alekand#8217;s dark mood. The Russians were allies of the British, fellow Darwinists who fabricated mammothines and giant fighting bears. What if the czar needed help against the Clanker armies and this was a summons to turn the ship around? Even fighting on the icy Russian front would be better than wasting time in this wilderness.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;I need to know what that message says.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Newkirk snorted. and#8220;Why donand#8217;t you go and ask the captain, then?and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Aye,and#8221; Dylan said. and#8220;And while youand#8217;re at it, ask him to give me a warmer cabin.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;What can it hurt?and#8221; Alek said. and#8220;He hasnand#8217;t thrown me into the brig yet.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;When Alek had returned to the andlt;Iandgt;Leviathanandlt;/Iandgt; two weeks ago, heand#8217;d half expected to be put in chains for escaping from the ship. But the shipand#8217;s officers had treated him with respect.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Perhaps it wasnand#8217;t so bad, everyone finally knowing he was the son of the late Archduke Ferdinand, and not andlt;a id="page_7"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;just some Austrian noble trying to escape the war.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Whatand#8217;s a good excuse to pay the bridge a visit?and#8221; he asked.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;No need for excuses,and#8221; Newkirk said. and#8220;That birdand#8217;s flown all the way from Saint Petersburg. Theyand#8217;ll call us to come and fetch it for a rest and a feeding.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;And youand#8217;ve never seen the rookery, your princeliness,and#8221; Dylan added. and#8220;Might as well tag along.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Thank you, Mr. Sharp,and#8221; Alek said, smiling. and#8220;I would like that.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Dylan returned to the table and his precious potatoes, perhaps grateful that the talk of his father had been interrupted. Alek decided he would apologize before the day was out.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;img src="../images/common.jpg" alt="images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Ten minutes later a message lizard popped its head from a tube on the ceiling in the middiesand#8217; mess. It said in the master coxswainand#8217;s voice, and#8220;Mr. Sharp, please come to the bridge. Mr. Newkirk, report to the cargo deck.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;The three of them scrambled for the door.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Cargo deck?and#8221; Newkirk said. and#8220;What in blazes is that about?and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Maybe they want you to inventory the stocks again,and#8221; Dylan said. and#8220;This trip might have just got longer.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Alek frowned. Would and#8220;longerand#8221; mean turning back toward Europe, or heading still farther away?andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;a id="page_8"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;As the three made their way toward the bridge, he sensed the ship stirring around them. No alert had sounded, but the crew was bustling. When Newkirk peeled off to descend the central stairway, a squad of riggers in flight suits went storming past, also headed down.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Where in blazes are they going?and#8221; Alek asked. Riggers always worked topside, in the ropes that held the shipand#8217;s huge hydrogen membrane.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;A dead good question,and#8221; Dylan said. and#8220;The czarand#8217;s message seems to have turned us upside down.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;The bridge had a guard posted at the door, and a dozen message lizards clung to the ceiling, waiting for orders to be dispatched. There was a sharp edge to the usual thrum of men and creatures and machines. Bovril shifted on Alekand#8217;s shoulder, and he felt the engines change pitch through the soles of his bootsand#8212;the ship was coming to full-ahead.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Up at the shipand#8217;s master wheel, the officers were huddled around the captain, who held an ornate scroll. Dr. Barlow was among the group, her own loris on her shoulder, her pet thylacine, Tazza, sitting at her side.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;A squawk came from Alekand#8217;s right, and he turned to find himself face-to-face with the most astonishing creature. . . .andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;The imperial eagle was too large to fit into the bridgeand#8217;s messenger cage, and it perched instead on the signals andlt;a id="page_9"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;table. It shifted from one taloned claw to the other, glossy black wings fluttering.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;And what Dylan had said was true. The creature had two heads, and two necks, of course, coiled around each other like a pair of black feathered snakes. As Alek watched in horror, one head snapped at the other, a bright red tongue slithering from its mouth.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Godand#8217;s wounds,and#8221; he breathed.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Like we told you,and#8221; Dylan said. and#8220;Itand#8217;s an imperial eagle.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Itand#8217;s an andlt;Iandgt;abominationandlt;/Iandgt;, you mean.and#8221; Sometimes the Darwinistsand#8217; creatures seemed to have been fabricated not for their usefulness, but simply to be horrific.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Dylan shrugged. and#8220;Itand#8217;s just a two-headed bird, like on the czarand#8217;s crest.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Yes, of course,and#8221; Alek sputtered. and#8220;But thatand#8217;s meant to be andlt;Iandgt;symbolicandlt;/Iandgt;.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Aye, this beastieand#8217;s symbolic. Itand#8217;s just breathing as well.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Prince Aleksandar, good morning.and#8221; Dr. Barlow had left the group of officers and crossed the bridge, the czarand#8217;s scroll in her hand. and#8220;I see youand#8217;ve met our visitor. Quite a fine example of Russian fabrication, is it not?and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Good morning, madam.and#8221; Alek bowed. and#8220;Iand#8217;m not sure what this creature is a fine example of, only that I find it a bit . . .and#8221; He swallowed, watching Dylan slip on a pair of thick falconerand#8217;s gloves.