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slow octopoid measures attached itself to his life. Laurence had found himself content to forget the world, and to be forgotten by it.

"Thank you, I will," he heard Hammond saying, and turned: Hammond had at last emerged from the hut and was by the fireside accepting a glass of rum from Mr. O'Dea and sinking into an offered camp-chair. Laurence rubbed a hand over his jaw, over the hard prickle of the beard, grown familiar. No: Hammond had not come from Peking to bring a few letters and some conversation.

"Pray allow me to renew my gratitude," Hammond said, struggling back to his feet, when Laurence had joined him. "I have slept all the day! - and I am astonished to see you so far advanced." He nodded towards the pavilion.

"Yes, indeed," Temeraire said, swinging his head around at the compliment, "everything is coming along splendidly, and we have thought up several small improvements to the ordinary design. You must walk through it; when you are feeling more the thing, of course: you cannot have had a comfortable journey."

"No," Hammond said, very decidedly, " - but I ought not be complaining; Laurence, will you think of it, three weeks! - this time three Sundays ago I was taking tea in Peking; it is scarcely to be believed. Although I am not certain I have survived the experience; yes, thank you, I will take another."

Hammond was not a bulky man, and not given much to drink; three tots of strong unwatered rum worked upon his caution, or perhaps he would not have spoken so readily when Laurence said, "Sir, while your company must always be welcome, I must confess myself at a loss to answer for your presence here; you cannot have made such a journey for some trivial purpose."

"Oh!" Hammond said, and looking round in vain for a table at last set down his glass upon the ground, and straightened up beaming, "but I must tell you at once: I am here to restore you to the list, Captain; you are reinstated, and - " Laurence was staring, while Hammond turned to rummaging in the inner pockets of his coat. "I even have them here, with me," and brought out the two narrow gold bars which marked a captain of the Aerial Corps.

Laurence held himself very still a moment, against the involuntary betraying jerk of movement which nearly escaped: if the bars had not been lying across Hammond's palm Laurence would have imagined it a sort of wretched joke, a twist of the mind inspired by exhaustion and liquor, but so much premeditation made it true: true, and no less absurd for that. He was a traitor. If he had done anything of note in the invasion of Britain to merit a lessening of the natural penalty for his crime, he had already been granted the clemency of transportation instead of hanging for services rendered, and since had done nothing which should merit the favorable attention of Whitehall: had indeed refused the orders of a Navy officer point-blank.

"Oh! Oh, Mr. Hammond, how could you not say so at once? But I must not reproach you, when you have brought such splendid news," Temeraire was saying, head bent low and turned so that one enormous eye could survey the bars. "Laurence, you must have your green coat, at once; Mr. Shipley! Mr. Shipley, pray fetch Laurence's chest here - "

"No," Laurence said, " - no, I thank you. Sir," he said to Hammond, with more courtesy than he could feel under the circumstances, "I am very sensible of the kindness you mean to do me by coming all this way with the news, but I must decline."

He had said it: the only possible answer he could make, and bitter to give. The bars still hung upon Hammond's palm before him: small and unadorned to represent as they did the lifting of a blot upon his name and his family, whose shame he had with so much effort learned not to think of, as he could do nothing to repair it.

Hammond stared, his hand still outstretched, and Temeraire said, "But Laurence, surely you cannot mean it," looking at the gold bars.

"There can be only one purpose for ordering my reinstatement in such a manner, in our present circumstances," Laurence said flatly, "and that is to charge me with oversetting the rebellion here in Sydney: no. I am sorry, sir, but I will not be the Government's butcher again. I have no great sympathy