Was this their security?
Attia bit her lip. Tugging her hood closer down on her face, she trudged through the snow and saw the woman look up, hands knitting rhythmically.
‘Got any ket?’
Surprised, Attia shook her head.
Good. Need to see your weapons.’
She took out her knife and held it up. The woman dumped the knitting and took it, opened a chest and
shoved it in. ‘Any more?’
‘No. So what do I defend myself with?’
‘No weapons in Frostia. Rules of the town. Need to search you now.’
Attia watched her bag being rummaged. Then she spread her arms and the woman frisked her efficiently and stepped away. ‘Fine. Go ahead.’ She picked up the knitting and clacked away.
Bewildered, Attia climbed over the frail barrier. Then she said, ‘Will I be safe?’
‘Plenty of empty rooms now’ The woman glanced up. ‘You can get a room at the second dome, if you ask.’
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Attia turned away. She wanted to know if just one old woman had searched all of Rix’s waggons, but couldn’t ask, since she wasn’t supposed to know them. Still, just before she ducked into the dome entrance, she said, ‘Do I get the knife back when I leave?’
No one answered. She gazed back.
And stood still in astonishment.
The stool was empty. A pair of knitting needles clattered by themselves in midair. If one is lost, another will take his place. Red wool trailed on the snow, like a bloodstain. ‘No one The Clan will endure until Protocol dies.
leaves,' it said.
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If one is lost, another will take his place. The Clan will endure until Protocol dies.
THE STEEL WOLVES
Claudia took a deep breath, dismayed and astonished. Her fingers closed on the tiny metal wolf.
‘I see you understand,’ Medlicote said.
The eagle stirred at his voice, turning its cruel head and glaring at him.
She didn’t want to. ‘This was my father’s?’
‘No, my lady. It belongs to me.’ His gaze behind the small half-moon glasses was calm. ‘The Clan of the Steel Wolf has many secret members, even here at Court. Lord Evian is dead and your father has vanished, but others of us remain. We hold to our purpose. To overthrow the Havaarna
dynasty. To end Protocol.’
All she could think of was that this was a new threat to Finn. She held out the Steel Wolf and watched him take
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‘What do you want?’
He took his glasses off and rubbed them. His face was gaunt, his eyes small. ‘We want to find the Warden, my lady. As you do.’
Did she? The remark shook her. Her eyes swerved to the doorway, down the sun-slashed hall beyond the brooding hawks. ‘We shouldn’t talk here. We may be watched.’
‘It is important. I have information.’
‘Well tell me.’
He hesitated. Then he said, ‘The Queen plans to install a new Warden of Incarceron. It will not be you, my lady.’
She stared at him. 'What!’
‘Yesterday she held a private meeting of her advisors, the Privy Council. We believe the purpose was to—’
She couldn’t believe this. ‘I’m his heir! I’m his daughter!’
The tall secretary paused. When he resumed, his voice was dry . ‘But you are not his daughter, my lady.’
It silenced her. She found she was clutching her dress; she let go, and drew a deep breath. ‘So. That’s it.’
‘Of course your origin as a baby brought from
Incarceron is known to the Queen. She told the members of the Council that you had no rights in blood to the
Wardenship, or the house and lands of the Wardenry...’
Claudia gasped.
‘...and that there were no official documents of adoption
— in fact the Warden had committed a serious crime by releasing you, an Inmate and the daughter of Inmates.’
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She was so angry now she felt it like a chilly sweat on her skin. She stared at the man, trying to work out where he stood in this. Was he really from the Wolves, or was he working for the Queen?
As if he sensed her doubt he said, ‘Madam, you must know I owed everything to your father. I was merely a poor scrivener; he advanced me and I respected him greatly. I feel, in his absence, that his interests must be protected.’
She shook her head. ‘My father is an outlaw now. I don’t even know if I want him back.’ She paced over the stone floor, her skirt sending dust swirling up into the light. But the Wardenry! She certainly wanted that. She thought of the beautiful old house where she had lived all her life, its moat and rooms and corridors, Jared’s precious tower, her horses, all the green fields and woods and meadows, the villages and rivers. She could never let the Queen take them. And leave her penniless.
‘You’re agitated Medlicote said. ‘It is hardly surprising. My lady, if—’
‘Listen to me.’ She turned on him, sharply. ‘Tell these Wolves that they must do nothing. Nothing! Do you
understand?’ Ignoring his surprise she said, ‘You mustn’t think Finn .... Prince Giles . . . is your enemy. He may be the Havaarna heir but I assure you he is as determined to abolish Protocol as you are. I insist you stop any plots against him.’
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he looked up she realized her show of temper had had no effect on him.
‘Madam, with respect, we too thought that Prince Giles might be our saviour. But this boy, if he is indeed the Prince, is not what we expected. He is melancholy, indeed sullen, and rarely appears in public. When he does his manner is awkward. He seems to brood on those he has left behind in Incarceron . . .’
‘Isn’t that understandable?’ she snapped.
‘Yes, but he is far more interested in finding the Prison than about what happens here. Then there are the fits he has, the loss of memory. . .’
‘All right!’ She was furious with him. ‘All right. But leave him to me. I mean that. I order you.’
Far off the stable clock chimed seven. The eagle opened its beak and made a harsh cry; the merlin, far down on its perch, flapped its wings and screeched.
A shadow darkened the mews door.
‘Someone’s coming,’ she said. ‘Go. Quickly.’
Medlicote bowed. As he stepped back into the shadows only the half—moons of his glasses glittered. He said, ‘I will report your order to the Clan, my lady. But I can give no assurances.’
‘You will,’ she hissed, ‘or I’ll have you arrested.’
His smile was grim. ‘I do not think you would do that, Lady Claudia. Because you too would do anything to change this Realm. And the Queen needs only a
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small excuse to remove you.’
She swept away from him and marched towards the door, tossing down the gauntlet. Her anger burnt her, but she knew it was not just at him. She was angry with herself, because he had said what she thought, what she had been secretly thinking for months, only she had never allowed herself to realize it. Finn was a disappointment to her. Medlicote’s judgement had been coldly accurate.
‘Claudia?’
She looked up and saw Finn was standing in the doorway. He looked hot and agitated. ‘I’ve been looking everywhere. Why did you run off like that?’
He stepped towards her but she swept past him, as if irritated. ‘Jared called me.’
Finn’s heart leapt. ‘Has he got the Portal to work? Has he found the Prison?’ He grabbed her arm. ‘Tell me!’
‘Let go of me.’ She shook him off. ‘I suppose you’re in a panic because of this Proclamation. It’s nothing, Finn. It means nothing.’
He scowled. ‘I keep telling you, Claudia. I won’t be King till I can find Keiro. . .’
Something snapped in her. Suddenly all she wanted to do was hurt him. ‘You never will,’ she said. ‘Don’t y
ou realize that? Are you so stupid? And you can forget all your maps and searches because the Prison isn’t like that, Finn. It’s a world so small that you could crush it between your lingers like an ant and not even notice!’
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‘What do you mean?’ He stared at her. There was a warning itch behind his eyes, a prickle of sweat on his back, but he ignored it. He caught her arm again and knew he was hurting her; furious, she flung him away.
He couldn’t breathe. 'What do you mean?’
‘It’s true! Incarceron is only huge from inside. The Sapient miniaturized it to some zillionth of a nanometer! That’s why no one comes or goes. That’s why we have no idea where it is. And you’d better get it into your head, Finn, because that’s why Keiro and Attia and the thousands of Prisoners in there will never come out. Never! There’s not enough power left in the whole world to do it, even if we knew how.’
Her words were dark black spots that flew at him. He beat them away. ‘It can’t be . . . you’re lying . . . ‘
She laughed, harshly. The silk of her dress crackled in the sun. Its brilliance stabbed him like a bright dagger. He rubbed a hand down his face and his skin was dry as paper.
‘Claudia,’ he said. But no sound came out.
She was talking. She was saying something hard and scathing and storming away from him, but it was all too far for him to hear now. It was behind the sparkling itchy shimmer that was rising around him, the familiar, dreaded heat that crumpled his knees and turned the world black, and all he could think of as he fell was that the cobbles were stone and that his forehead would smack against them and that he would lie in his own blood.
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And then there were hands, grabbing him.
There was a forest and he fell from his horse into it. And then there was nothing.
Jared said softly, ‘I believe the Queen is expecting me.’
The guardsman outside the Royal Apartments barely nodded. He turned and gave a smart rap on the door; it opened instantly, and a footman in a coat as blue as the feathers had been stepped out.
‘Master Sapient. Please follow me.’
Jared obeyed, wondering at the amount of powder on the man’s wig. There was so much that it had dusted his
shoulders with a faint greyness like ash. Claudia would have been amused. He tried to smile about it, but his nervousness tightened the muscles of his face, and he knew he was pale and scared. A Sapient should be calm. In the Academy they had taught techniques of detachment. He wished he could concentrate on them now.
The Royal Apartments were vast. He was led down a corridor frescoed on each side with murals of fish, so lifelike that it was like walking underwater. Even the light through the high windows was a filtered green. After that came a blue room painted with birds and a room with a carpet as yellow and soft as desert sand, with palm trees growing out of it in elaborate urns. To his relief he was ushered past the entrance of the Great State Chamber; he had not been in there since the terrible morning of
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Claudia’s non-wedding, and he didn’t want to. It brought back memories of how the Warden had looked at him
through the crowd. He shivered even now to think of it. The footman paused before a padded door and opened it, bowing low. ‘Please wait here, Master. Her Majesty will be with you shortly.’
He stepped in. The door closed with a soft click. Like a muffled trap.
The room was small and intimate. Upholstered sofas faced each other across a wide stone hearth where an enormous bowl of roses stood, flanked by sconces in the shape of eagles. Sunlight poured through the high windows.
Jared wandered to one of them.
Wide lawns lay beyond. Bees buzzed in archways of honeysuckle. The voices of croquet players laughed from the nearby gardens. He wondered if the game was quite in Era. The Queen tended to pick and choose what pleased her. Threading his hands together nervously, he turned away and walked to the fireplace.
The room was warm and faintly stuffy, as if rarely used. The furniture smelt musty.
Wishing he could loosen his collar, he made himself sit down.
At once, as if she had been waiting for just that, the door opened and the Queen glided in. Jared jumped up.
‘Master Jared. Thank you so much for coming.'
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‘My pleasure, Madam.’
He bowed, and she made a graceful curtsy. She still wore the shepherdess costume; he noticed a wilting bunch of violets tucked in her belt.
Sia missed nothing, including his glance. She gave her silvery laugh and dropped the flowers on to the table. ‘Dear Caspar. Always so thoughtful to his mama.’ She lounged on one sofa and pointed to the other. ‘Please sit, Master. Let’s not be too formal
He sat, his back upright.
‘A drink?’
‘No. Thank you.’
‘You look a little too pale, Jared. Are you getting enough fresh air?’
‘I’m quite well, thank you, Your Majesty.’ He kept his voice steady. She was playing with him. He thought of her as a cat, a mischevious white cat toying with the mouse it will eventually kill with one clawed blow. She smiled. Her curiously light eyes gazed at him.
‘I’m afraid that isn’t quite true, is it? But let’s talk about your search. What progress have you made?’
He shook his head. ‘Very little. The Portal is badly damaged. I fear it may be beyond repair.’ He did not say anything about the Warden’s study at home, nor did she ask. Only he and Claudia knew that the Portal was identical in both places. He had ridden there weeks ago to check it. It was exactly the same as here. ‘However,
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something happened today that I did not expect.’
‘Oh?’
He told her about the feather. ‘The replication was extraordinary. But I have no way of knowing whether
anything happened in the Prison. Since the Warden took both Keys with him we have no communication with the Inmates.’
‘I see. And have you come any closer to finding
Incarceron’s actual location?’
He moved slightly, feeling the watch’s heavy tick against his chest. ‘I’m afraid not.’
‘Such a pity! We know so little.’
What would she do if she knew he carried it in his pocket?
Stamp on it with her white-heeled shoes?
‘Lady Claudia and I have decided we must visit the Academy.’ He surprised himself by his assured tone. ‘The records of the making of the Prison may be there among the Esoterica. Perhaps there will be diagrams, equations.’ He paused, aware that he was perilously close to infringing Protocol. But Sia’s gaze was on her neat fingernails.
‘You will go,’ she said. ‘But not Claudia.’
Jared frowned. ‘But ...'.
She lifted her eyes and smiled at him sweetly, full in his face. ‘Master, how many more years does your physician think you will live?’
He breathed in sharply. He felt as if she had stabbed him, a bitter resentment that she could ask him, a cold
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dread of answering. His hands shook.
Glancing down, he tried to speak steadily, but his voice sounded strange to himself.
‘Two years. At most.’
‘I am so very sorry.’ She did not take her eyes off him. ‘And you agree with him?’
He shrugged, hating her pity. ‘I think he is a little optimistic.’
She made a small pout with her red lips. Then she said, ‘Of course, we are all the victims of fate and destiny. For example, if there had never been the Years of Rage, the great war, the Protocol, a cure for even your rare condition would certainly have been available years ago. Research then was extensive. Or so I gather.’
He stared at her, his skin prickling, sensing danger. The Queen sighed. She poured out wine into a crystal cup and settled back with it, curling her legs under her up on to the sofa. ‘And you are so young, Master Jared. Barely thirty I understand?’
He managed to nod.<
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‘And a brilliant scholar. Such a loss to the Realm. And dear Claudia! How will she bear it?’
Her cruelty astounded him. Her voice was silken and sad; she ran one long finger thoughtfully round the rim of the cup. ‘And the pain you will have to bear,’ she said softly.
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what you were, until not even Claudia will be able to bring herself to see you. Until death will be welcome.’
He stood, abruptly. ‘Madam, I don’t know what—‘
‘You do know. Sit down, Jared.’
He wanted to walk to the door, open it, storm out, away from the horror she faced him with. Instead, he sat. His forehead was damp with sweat. He felt defeated.
She eyed him calmly. Then she said, ‘You will go and examine the Esoterica. The collection is vast, the remnants of a world’s wisdom. I’m sure you will find some medical research that can help you. The rest will be up to you. You will need to experiment, to test, to do whatever it is you Sapienti do. I suggest you remain at the
Academy; the medical facilities there are the best we have. A blind eye will be turned to any infringements of Protocol; you can do as you wish. You can spend
your remaining time as it should be spent, in the research that will cure you.' She leant forward, her skirts rustling.
‘I offer it to you, Jared. The forbidden knowledge.
The chance of life.’
He swallowed.
In the stuffy room every sound seemed magnified, the voices outside worlds away.
‘What do you want in return?’ he said, hoarse.
She leant back, smiling. As if she had won. ‘I want
nothing. Literally, nothing. The Portal must never open again. The gates of Incerceron, wherever that place is, must 89
be found to be impassable. All attempts must fail.’
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