Temeraire turned his head slightly as he flew, a little startled by the sudden boost of wind but disinclined to complain. Difficult as it was for him to hear Sabriel's whistling over the sound of his own wings, he found the snatches he caught of it oddly calming.

It was a moment before he spoke, hesitant as he was to disrupt the spell. "Do you suppose there is anything to be done about it? --The palace, I mean; it reminds me of Han, when he was forced to fight us."