Etiquette & Espionage
why?”
    “Perhaps they have equine standards—an abhorrence of bare feet.”
    Dimity giggled.
    The man, apparently tired of Monique’s tales, came to join them.
    The older girl trailed behind him and finally remembered her manners. “Girls, this is Captain Niall.”
    Dimity bobbed a curtsy. “Captain.”
    Sophronia followed suit a second later with a much less tidy curtsy and a much less pleasant “Captain.”
    Monique said, “Miss Dimity Plumleigh-Teignmott, full credentials, and Miss Sophronia Angelina Temminnick, covert recruit.” Her lip curled.
    The man touched the brim of his top hat and bowed to each in turn.
    Captain Niall had a nice smile, and Sophronia liked his boneless way of moving. But she had a sinking suspicion he wasn’t wearing a cravat under the greatcoat. Also, it looked as if his top hat was tied under his chin like a baby’s bonnet. Since she figured it might be rude to point out the man’s deficiencies in attire to his face, she said instead, “I do hope the coachman finds his way back to civilization safely.”
    “Commendable conscientiousness, Miss Temminnick, but I shouldn’t trouble yourself.”
    Behind them, the sun had completely set. The airship, drifting away, began to fade into the misty, purpled sky, becoming increasingly difficult to see.
    “Back in a jiff.” The young captain ambled down a little gulley, disappearing behind a large rock.
    The ladies could still see his top hat bobbing, but nothing else, and that only for a moment. The hat began to melt down and out of sight.
Was he crouching?
It was difficult to hear anything above the wind, and Sophronia’s ears were already starting to ache from exposure, but she thought she could detect a moan of pain.
    Then, out from behind the rock, trotting up the gulley, came a massive wolf. A rangy beast with dark, mottled, black-and-brown fur and a fluffy, white-tipped tail.
    Dimity let out of a squeak of alarm.
    Sophronia froze, but only for a moment.
Werewolf!
said her brain, putting everything together in one split second. The lack of shoes. The full greatcoat. Now he was coming
at
them.
    She turned and ran straight for the nearest coppice of trees, thinking only in terms of safety. She ignored Monique’sinstructions
    The werewolf leapt after her far faster than any normal wolf ever could. Not that Sophronia had ever met such a monster before. She had heard the rumors about supernatural speed and strength, but she had hardly given them credence. This werewolf proved all the fairy tales true. Before she had gone more than a few paces, he caught up to her and jumped over her head, twisting in midair and coming to rest facing her and blocking her path.
    Sophronia crashed right into him and fell to her back on the rough grass, winded.
    Before she could rise, a massive paw descended onto her chest, and a vicious wolf face appeared above her—black nose damp and teeth bared. The face descended and… nothing.
    Sophronia screwed her eyes shut and turned her head away, waiting for the deathblow to come from his other massive paw, or for those glistening canines to close about her neck.
    Still nothing.
    I guess I’m not dead.
She cautiously opened her eyes to look up into the wolf’s yellow ones. They crinkled at her, and the beast lolled out his tongue, grinning. His massive, sweeping tail brushed back and forth behind him. She noticed then, much to her shock, that the top hat was still tied securely to his head.
    This incongruity served to calm her as nothing else could have. Later, Sophronia was to wonder if this was the reason Captain Niall always wore a top hat, even when he changed—toput people at ease. Or if he believed that, whatever the form, a gentleman should never be without his hat.
    She made to sit up. When he refused to let her, she said, “I won’t run again. I’m sorry. You startled me. I’ve never met a werewolf before.”
    With a small nod, he backed away.
    Dimity offered Sophronia a helping hand up.

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