Temeraire blinked at this intelligence. ‘You do not hatch out of eggs?’ he asked, in deep fascination. ‘How then—’ ‘I beg your pardon, I think I see Purbeck looking for me,’ Riley said, very hastily, and escaped at a speed remarkable, Laurence thought somewhat resentfully, in a man who had lately consumed nearly a quarter of his own weight again in food.
