laurence later learned from hammond that passage through the central gate was reserved for the use of the imperial family, and dragons of that breed and the celestials only, hence their refusal to let laurence himself pass through. at the moment, however, qian simply led temeraire in a short flight over the gateway and into the central courtyard beyond, thus neatly severing the gordian knot.

the problem of etiquette resolved, they were all ushered into an enormous banquet, held within the largest of the dragon pavilions, with two tables waiting. qian was herself seated at the head of the first table, with temeraire upon her left and yongxing and lien upon her right. laurence was directed to sit some distance down the table, with hammond across and several more seats down; the rest of the british party was placed at the second table. laurence did not think it politic to object: the separation was not even the length of the room, and in any case temeraire's attention was entirely engaged at present. he was speaking to his mother with an almost timid air, very unlike himself and clearly overawed: she was larger than he, and the faint translucence of her scales indicated a great age, as did her very grand manners. she wore no harness, but her ruff was adorned with enormous yellow topazes affixed to the spines, and a deceptively fragile neckpiece of filigree gold, studded with more topazes and great pearls.

truly gigantic platters of brass were set before the dragons, each bearing an entire roasted deer, antlers intact: oranges stuck with cloves were impaled upon them, creating a fragrance not at all unpleasant to human senses, and their bellies were stuffed with a mixture of nuts and very bright red berries. the humans were served with a sequence of eight dishes, smaller though equally elaborate. after the dismal food along the course of the journey, even the highly exotic repast was very welcome, however.

laurence had assumed there should be no one for him to talk to, as he sat down, unless he tried to shout across to hammond, there being no translator present so far as he could tell. on his left side sat a very old mandarin, wearing a hat with a pearlescent white jewel perched on top and a peacock feather dangling down from the back over a truly impressive queue, still mostly black despite the profusion of wrinkles engraved upon his face. he ate and drank with single-minded intensity, never even trying to address laurence at all: when the neighbor on his other side leaned over and shouted in the man's ear, laurence realized that he was very deaf, as well as being unable to speak english.

but shortly after he had seated himself, he was taken aback to be addressed from his other side in english, heavy with french accents: "i hope you have had a comfortable journey," said the smiling, cheerful voice. it was the french ambassador, dressed in long robes in the chinese style rather than in european dress; that and his dark hair accounted for laurence not having distinguished him at once from the rest of the company.

"you will permit that i make myself known to you, i hope, despite the unhappy state of affairs between our countries," de guignes continued. "i can claim an informal acquaintance, you see; my nephew tells me he owes his life to your magnanimity."

"i beg your pardon, sir, i have not the least notion to what you refer," laurence said, puzzled by this address. "your nephew?"

"jean-claude de guignes; he is a lieutenant in our armee de l'air," the ambassador said, bowing, still smiling. "you encountered him this last november over your channel, when he made an attempt to board you."

"good god," laurence said, exclaiming, distantly recalling the young lieutenant who had fought so vigorously in the convoy action, and he willingly shook de guignes's hand. "i remember; most extraordinary courage. i am so very happy to hear that he has quite recovered, i hope?"

"oh yes, in his letter he expected to rise from his hospital any day; to go to prison of course, but that is better than going to a grave," de guignes said, with a prosaic shrug. "he wrote me of your interesting journey, knowing i had been dispatched here to your destination; i have been with great pleasure expecting you this last month since his letter arrived, with hopes of expressing my admiration for your generosity."

from this happy beginning, they exchanged some more conversation on neutral topics: the chinese climate, the food, and the startling number of dragons. laurence could not help but feel a certain kinship with him, as a fellow westerner in the depths of the oriental enclave, and though de guignes was himself not a military man, his familiarity with the french aerial corps made him sympathetic company. they walked out together at the close of the meal, following the other guests into the courtyard, where most of these were being carried away by dragon in the same manner they had seen earlier in the city.

"it is a clever mode of transport, is it not?" de guignes said, and laurence, watching with interest, agreed wholeheartedly: the dragons, mostly of what he now considered the common blue variety, wore light harnesses of many silk straps draped over their backs, to which were hung numerous loops of broad silk ribbons. the passengers climbed up the loops to the topmost empty one, which they slid down over their arms and underneath the buttocks: they could then sit in comparative stability, clinging to the main strap, so long as the dragon flew level.

hammond emerged from the pavilion and caught sight of them, eyes widening, and hastened to join them; he and de guignes smiled and spoke with great friendliness, and as soon as the frenchman had excused himself and departed in company with a pair of chinese mandarins, hammond instantly turned to laurence and demanded, in a perfectly shameless manner, to have the whole of their conversation recounted.

"expecting us for a month!" hammond was appalled by the intelligence, and managed to imply without actually saying anything openly offensive that he thought laurence had been a simpleton to take de guignes at face value. "god only knows what mischief he may have worked against us in that time; pray have no more private conversation with him."

laurence did not respond to these remarks as he rather wanted to, and instead went away to temeraire's side. qian had been the last to depart, taking a caressing leave of temeraire, nudging him with her nose before leaping aloft; her sleek black form disappeared into the night quickly, and temeraire stood watching after her very wistfully.

the island had been prepared for their residence as a compromise measure; the property of the emperor, it possessed several large and elegant dragon pavilions, with establishments intended for human use conjoined to these. laurence and his party were allowed to establish themselves in a residence attached to the largest of the pavilions, facing across a broad courtyard. the building was a handsome one, and large, but the upper floor was wholly taken up by a host of servants greatly exceeding their needs; although seeing how these ranged themselves almost underfoot throughout the house, laurence began to suspect they were intended equally as spies and guards.

his sleep was heavy, but broken before dawn by servants poking their heads in to see if he were awake; after the fourth such attempt in ten minutes, laurence yielded with no good grace and rose with a head still aching from the previous day's free flow of wine. he had little success in conveying his desire for a washbasin, and at length resorted to stepping outside into the courtyard to wash in the pond there. this posed no difficulty, as there was an enormous circular window little less than his height set in the wall, the lower sill barely off the ground.

temeraire was sprawled luxuriously across the far end, lying flattened upon his belly with even his tail stretched out to its full extent, still fast asleep and making occasional small pleased grunts as he dreamed. a system of bamboo pipes emerged from beneath the pavement, evidently used to heat the stones, and these spilled a cloud of hot water into the pond, so laurence could make more comfortable ablutions than he had expected. the servants hovered in visible impatience all the time, and looked rather scandalized at his stripping to the waist to wash. when at last he came back in, they pressed chinese dress upon him: soft trousers and the stiff-collared gown which seemed nearly universal among them. he resisted a moment, but a glance over at his own clothes showed them sadly wrinkled from the travel; the native dress was at least neat, if not what he was used to, and not physically uncomfortable, though he felt very nearly indecent without a proper coat or neckcloth.

a functionary of some sort had come to breakfast with them and was already waiting at table, which was evidently the source of the servants' urgency. laurence bowed rather shortly to the stranger, named zhao wei, and let hammond carry the conversation while he drank a great deal of the tea: fragrant and strong, but not a dish of milk to be seen, and the servants only looked blank when the request was translated for them.

"his imperial majesty has in his benevolence decreed you are to reside here for the length of your visit," zhao wei was saying; his english was by no means polished, but understandable; he had a rather prim and pinched look, and eyed laurence's still-unskilled use of the chopsticks with an expression of disdain hovering about his mouth. "you may walk in the courtyard as you desire, but you are not to leave the residence without making a formal request and receiving permission."

"sir, we are most grateful, but you must be aware that if we are not to be allowed free movement during the day, the size of this house is by no means adequate to our needs," hammond said. "why, only captain laurence and myself had private rooms last night, and those small and ill-befitting our standing, while the rest of our compatriots were housed in shared quarters and very cramped."

laurence had noticed no such inadequacy, and found both the attempted restrictions on their movement and hammond's negotiations for more space mildly absurd, the more so as it transpired, from their conversation, that the whole of the island had been vacated in deference to temeraire. the complex could have accommodated a dozen dragons in extreme comfort, and there were sufficient human residences that every man of laurence's crew might have had a building to himself. still, their residence was in perfectly good repair, comfortable, and far more spacious than their shipboard quarters for the last seven months; he could not see the least reason for desiring additional space any more than for denying them the liberty of the island. but hammond and zhao wei continued to negotiate the matter with a measured gravity and politeness.

zhao wei at length consented to their being allowed to take walks around the island in the company of the servants, "so long as you do not go to the shores or the docks, and do not interfere in the patrols of the guardsmen." with this hammond pronounced himself satisfied. zhao wei sipped at his tea, and then added, "of course, his majesty wishes lung tien xiang to see something of the city. i will conduct him upon a tour after he has eaten."

"i am certain temeraire and captain laurence will find it most edifying," hammond said immediately, before laurence could even draw breath. "indeed, sir, it was very kind of you to arrange for native clothing for captain laurence, so he will not suffer from excessive curiosity."

zhao wei only now took notice of laurence's clothing, with an expression that made it perfectly plain he was nothing whatsoever involved; but he bore his defeat in reasonably good part. he said only, "i hope you will be ready to leave shortly, captain," with a small inclination of the head.

"and we may walk through the city itself?" temeraire asked, with much excitement, as he was scrubbed and sluiced clean after his breakfast, holding out his forehands one at a time with the talons outspread to be brushed vigorously with soapy water. his teeth even received the same treatment, a young serving-maid ducking inside his mouth to scrub the back ones.

"of course?" zhao wei said, showing some sincere puzzlement at the question.

"perhaps you may see something of the training grounds of the dragons here, if there are any within the city bounds," hammond suggested: he had accompanied them outside. "i am sure you would find it of interest, temeraire."

"oh, yes," temeraire said; his ruff was already up and half-quivering.

hammond gave laurence a significant glance, but laurence chose to ignore it entirely: he had little desire to play the spy, or to prolong the tour, however interesting the sights might be. "are you quite ready, temeraire?" he asked instead.

they were transported to the shore by an elaborate but awkward barge, which wallowed uncertainly under temeraire's weight even in the placidity of the tiny lake; laurence kept close to the tiller and watched the lubberly pilot with a grim and censorious eye: he would dearly have loved to take her away from the fellow. the scant distance to shore took twice as long to cover as it ought to have. a substantial escort of armed guards had been detached from their patrols on the island to accompany them on the tour. most of these fanned out ahead to force a clear path through the streets, but some ten kept close on laurence's heels, jostling one another out of any kind of formation in what seemed to be an attempt to keep him blocked almost by a human wall from wandering away.

zhao wei took them through another of the elaborate red-and-gold gateways, this one set in a fortified wall and yielding onto a very broad avenue. it was manned by several guards in the imperial livery, as well as by two dragons also under gear: one of the by-now-familiar red ones, and the other a brilliant green with red markings. their captains were sitting together sipping tea under an awning, their padded jerkins removed against the day's heat, and both were women.

"i see you have women captains also," laurence said to zhao wei. "do they serve with particular breeds, then?"

"women are companions to those dragons who go into the army," zhao wei said. "naturally only the lower breeds would choose to do that sort of work. over there, that green one is one of the emerald glass. they are too lazy and slow to do well on the examinations, and the scarlet flower breed all like fighting too much, so they are not good for anything else."

"do you mean to say that only women serve in your aerial corps?" laurence asked, sure he had misunderstood; yet zhao wei only nodded a confirmation. "but what reason can there be for such a policy; surely you do not ask women to serve in your infantry, or navy?" laurence protested.

his dismay was evident, and zhao wei, perhaps feeling a need to defend his nation's unusual practice, proceeded to narrate the legend which was its foundation. the details were of course romanticized: a girl had supposedly disguised herself as a man to fight in her father's stead, had become companion to a military dragon and saved the empire by winning a great battle; as a consequence, the emperor of the time had pronounced girls acceptable for service with dragons.

but these colorful exaggerations aside, it seemed that the nation's policy itself was accurately described: in times of conscription, the head of each family had at one time been required to serve or send a child in his stead. girls being considerably less valued than boys, they had become the preferred choice to fill out the quota when possible. as they could only serve in the aerial corps, they had come to dominate this branch of the service until eventually the force became exclusive.

the telling of the legend, complete with recitation of its traditional poetic version, which laurence suspected lost a great deal of color in the translation, carried them past the gate and some distance along the avenue towards a broad grey-flagged plaza set back from the road itself, and full of children and hatchlings. the boys sat cross-legged on the floor in front, the hatchlings coiled up neatly behind, and all together in a queer mixture of childish voices and the more resonant draconic tones were parroting a human teacher who stood on a podium in front, reading loudly from a great book and beckoning the students to repeat after every line.

zhao wei waved his hand towards them. "you wanted to see our schools. this is a new class, of course; they are only just beginning to study the analects."

laurence was privately baffled at the notion of subjecting dragons to study and written examinations. "they do not seem paired off," he said, studying the group.

zhao wei looked blankly at him, and laurence clarified, "i mean, the boys are not sitting with their own hatchlings, and the children seem rather young for them, indeed."

"oh, those dragonets are much too young to have chosen any companions yet," zhao wei said. "they are only a few weeks old. when they have lived fifteen months, then they will be ready to choose, and the boys will be older."

laurence halted in surprise, and turned to stare at the little hatchlings again; he had always heard that dragons had to be tamed directly at hatching, to keep them from becoming feral and escaping into the wild, but this seemed plainly contradicted by the chinese example. temeraire said, "it must be very lonely. i would not have liked to be without laurence when i hatched, at all." he lowered his head and nudged laurence with his nose. "and it would also be very tiresome to have to hunt all the time for yourself when you are first hatched; i was always hungry," he added, more prosaically.

"of course the hatchlings do not have to hunt for themselves," zhao wei said. "they must study. there are dragons who tend the eggs and feed the young. that is much better than having a person do it. otherwise a dragonet could not help but become attached, before he was wise enough to properly judge the character and virtues of his proposed companion."

this was a pointed remark indeed, and laurence answered it coolly, "i suppose that may be a concern, if you have less regulation of how men are to be chosen for such an opportunity. among us, of course, a man must ordinarily serve for many years in the corps before he can be considered worthy even to be presented to a hatchling. in such circumstances, it seems to me that an early attachment such as you decry may be instead the foundation of a lasting deeper affection, more rewarding to both parties."

they continued on into the city proper, and now with a view of his surroundings from a more ordinary perspective than from the air, laurence was struck afresh by the great breadth of the streets, which seemed to almost have been designed with dragons in mind. they gave the city a feeling of spaciousness altogether different from london; though the absolute number of people was, he guessed, nearly equal. temeraire was here more staring than stared-at; the populace of the capital were evidently used to the presence of the more exalted breeds, while he had never been out into a city before, and his head craned nearly in a loop around his own neck as he tried to look in three directions at once.

guards roughly pushed ordinary travelers out of the way of green sedan-chairs, carrying mandarins on official duties. along one broad way a wedding procession brilliant with scarlet and gold were winding their shouting, clapping way through the streets, with musicians and spitting fireworks in their train and the bride well-concealed in a draped chair: a wealthy match to judge by the elaborate proceedings. occasional mules plodded along under cartloads, inured to the presence of the dragons, their hooves clopping along the stones; but laurence did not see any horses on the main avenues, nor carriages: likely they could not be tamed to bear the presence of so many dragons. the air smelled quite differently: none of the sour grassy stench of manure and horse piss inescapable in london, but instead the faintly sulfurous smell of dragon waste, more pronounced when the wind blew from the northeast; laurence suspected some larger cesspools lay in that quarter of the city.

and everywhere, everywhere dragons: the blue ones, most common, were engaged in the widest variety of tasks. in addition to those laurence saw ferrying people about with their carrying harnesses, others bore loads of freight; but a sizable number also seemed to be traveling alone on more important business, wearing collars of varying colors, much like the different colors of the mandarins' jewels. zhao wei confirmed that these were signifiers of rank, and the dragons so adorned members of the civil service. "the shen-lung are like people, some are clever and some are lazy," he said, and added, to laurence's great interest, "many superior breeds have risen from the best of them, and the wisest may even be honored with an imperial mating." dozens of other breeds also were to be seen, some with and others without human companions, engaged on many errands. once two imperial dragons came by going in the opposite direction, and inclined their heads to temeraire politely as they passed; they were adorned with scarves of red silk knotted and wrapped in chains of gold and sewn all over with small pearls, very elegant, to which temeraire gave a sidelong covetous eye.

they came shortly into a market district, the stores lavishly decorated with carving and gilt, and full of goods. silks of glorious color and texture, some of much finer quality than anything laurence had ever seen in london; great skeins and wrapped yards of the plain blue cotton as yarn and cloth, in different grades of quality both by thickness and by the intensity of the dye. and porcelain, which in particular caught laurence's attention; unlike his father, he was no connoisseur of the art, but the precision in the blue-and-white designs seemed also superior to those dishes which he had seen imported, and the colored dishes particularly lovely.

"temeraire, will you ask if he would take gold?" he asked; temeraire was peering into the shop with much interest, while the merchant eyed his looming head in the doorway anxiously; this at least seemed one place even in china where dragons were not quite welcome. the merchant looked doubtful, and addressed some questions to zhao wei; after this, he consented at least to take a half-guinea and inspect it. he rapped it on the side of the table and then called in his son from a back room: having few teeth left himself, he gave it to the younger man to bite upon. a woman seated in the back peeped around the corner, interested by the noise, and was admonished loudly and without effect until she stared her fill at laurence and withdrew again; but her voice came from the back room stridently, so she seemed also to be participating in the debate.

at last the merchant seemed satisfied, but when laurence picked up the vase which he had been examining, he immediately jumped forward and took it away, with a torrent of words; motioning laurence to stay, he went into the back room. "he says that is not worth so much," temeraire explained.

"but i have only given him half a pound," laurence protested; the man came back carrying a much larger vase, in a deep, nearly glowing red, shading delicately to a pure white at the top, and with an almost mirrored gloss. he put it down on the table and they all looked at it with admiration; even zhao wei did not withhold a murmur of approval, and temeraire said, "oh, that is very pretty."

laurence pressed another few guineas on the shopkeeper with some difficulty, and still felt guilty at carrying it away, swathed in many protective layers of cotton rags; he had never seen a piece so lovely before, and he was already anxious for its survival through the long journey. emboldened by this first success, he embarked on other purchases, of silk and other porcelain, and after that a small pendant of jade, which zhao wei, his façade of disdain gradually yielding to enthusiasm for the shopping expedition, pointed out to him, explaining that the symbols upon it were the start of the poem about the legendary woman dragon-soldier. it was apparently a good-luck symbol often bought for a girl about to embark upon such a career. laurence rather thought jane roland would like it, and added it to the growing pile; very soon zhao wei had to detail several of his soldiers to carry the various packages: they no longer seemed so concerned about laurence's potential escape as about his loading them down like cart-horses.

prices for many of the goods seemed considerably lower than laurence was used to, in general; more than could be accounted for by the cost of freight. this alone was not a surprise, after hearing the company commissioners in macao talk about the rapacity of the local mandarins and the bribes they demanded, on top of the state duties. but the difference was so high that laurence had to revise significantly upwards his guesses of the degree of extortion. "it is a great pity," laurence said to temeraire, as they came to the end of the avenue. "if only the trade were allowed to proceed openly, i suppose these merchants could make a much better living, and the craftsmen, too; having to send all their wares through canton is what allows the mandarins there to be so unreasonable. probably they do not even want to bother, if they can sell the goods here, so we receive only the dregs of their market."

"perhaps they do not want to sell the nicest pieces so far away. that is a very pleasant smell," temeraire said, approvingly, as they crossed a small bridge into another district, surrounded by a narrow moat of water and a low stone wall. open shallow trenches full of smoldering coals lined the street to either side, with animals cooking over them, spitted on metal spears and being basted with great swabs by sweating, half-naked men: oxen, pigs, sheep, deer, horses, and smaller, less-identifiable creatures; laurence did not look very closely. the sauces dripped and scorched upon the stones, raising thick wafting clouds of aromatic smoke. only a handful of people were buying here, nimbly dodging among the dragons who made up the better part of the clientele.

temeraire had eaten heartily that morning: a couple of young venison, with some stuffed ducks as a relish; he did not ask to eat, but looked a little wistfully at a smaller purple dragon eating roast suckling pigs off a skewer. but down a smaller alley laurence also saw a tired-looking blue dragon, his hide marked with old sores from the silk carrying-harness he wore, turning sadly away from a beautifully roasted cow and pointing instead at a small, rather burnt sheep left off to the side: he took it away to a corner and began eating it very slowly, stretching it out, and he did not disdain the offal or the bones.

it was natural that if dragons were expected to earn their bread, there should be some less fortunate than others; but laurence felt it somehow criminal to see one going hungry, particularly when there was so much extravagant waste at their residence and elsewhere. temeraire did not notice, his gaze fixed on the displays. they came out of the district over another small bridge which led them back onto the broad avenue where they had begun. temeraire sighed deeply with pleasure, releasing the aroma only slowly from his nostrils.

laurence, for his part, was fallen quiet; the sight had dispelled his natural fascination with all the novelty of their surroundings and the natural interest inherent in a foreign capital of such extents, and without such distraction he was inescapably forced to recognize the stark contrast in the treatment of dragons. the city streets were not wider than in london by some odd coincidence, or a question of taste, or even for the greater grandeur which they offered; but plainly designed that dragons might live in full harmony with men, and that this design was accomplished, to the benefit of all parties, he could not dispute: the case of misery which he had seen served rather to illustrate the general good.

the dinner-hour was hard upon them, and zhao wei turned their route back towards the island; temeraire also grown quieter as they left the market precincts behind, and they walked along in silence until they reached the gateway; there pausing he looked back over his shoulder at the city, its activity undiminished. zhao wei caught the look and said something to him in chinese. "it is very nice," temeraire answered him, and added, "but i cannot compare it: i have never walked in london, or even in dover."

they took their leave from zhao wei briefly, outside the pavilion, and went in again together. laurence sat heavily down upon a wooden bench, while temeraire began to pace restlessly back and forth, his tail-tip switching back and forth with agitation. "it is not true, at all," he burst out at last. "laurence, we have gone everywhere we liked; i have been in the streets and to shops, and no one has run away or been frightened: not in the south and not here. people are not afraid of dragons, not in the least."

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