Incarceron Part 21

Finn hesitated.

In the uproar and cras.h.i.+ng alarms and falling steel he looked back and the eyes of the leprous slave watched him. But it was the Maestra's eyes he saw, her voice that spoke inside his mind. I will never dare show kindness to a stranger again.

Instantly he stooped, hauled the creature onto his back, and climbed.

Keiro was clattering above, Gildas a wheezing mutter below. As he dragged himself up the rungs, Finn was soon breathless with the weight on his back; the creatures m.u.f.fled paws gripped him tight, its heels dug into his stomach. He slowed; after thirty rungs he had to stop, breathless, arms like lead. He clung on, gasping.

In his ear, a voice whispered, "Let me go. I can climb."

Astonished, he felt the creature crawl from him, skitter onto the ladder, and scramble up in the dark. Below, Gildas thumped his foot.

"Get on! Quickly!"

Dust billowed up the shaft, and the eerie hiss of gas. He hauled himself on, higher and higher until the muscles in his calves and thighs were weak, his shoulders aching with grabbing upward and raising his own weight.

And then without warning he was in wider s.p.a.ce, half falling onto the transitway, Keiro yanking him out.

They hoisted Gildas up, and speechless, stared down.

Stabs of light flickered far below. Red alarms rang; tendrils of gas made Finn cough.

Through watering eyes he saw a panel shoot sideways across the shaft, sealing it with a clang.

And then, silence.

THEY DIDN'T speak.

Gildas took the creature's hand and Finn stumbled behind with Keiro, because now the climb and the fight were taking their toll, and Keiro was suddenly exhausted, his cuts dripping a telltale trail of blood on the metallic walkways.

They hurried without stopping through the labyrinth of tunnels, past doorways with Civicry markings, barred entrances, squeezing through a portcullis with vast, useless squares. And always they were listening, because if the Civicry found them, they would stand no chance.

Finn found himself sweating at each turn of the pa.s.sage, at each distant clang or echoing whisper, straining his ears at shadows and a scurrying Beetle, sweeping a small chamber in endless circles.

After an hour, limping with weariness, Gildas led them into a pa.s.sageway that became a sloping gallery lit by rows of alert Eyes, and at its top, far up in the dark, he stopped and slid down against a tiny locked door.

Finn helped Keiro to sit and collapsed beside him. The dog-creature was a huddle on the floor. For a moment the narrow s.p.a.ce was racked with painful breathing.

Then Gildas roused himself.

"The Key," he croaked. "Before they find us."

Finn took it out.

There was a single crack in the door, hexagonal, ringed with speckles of quartz.

He put the Key in the lock and turned it.

11.

As for poor Caspar, I pity those who have to put up with him.

But you are ambitious and we are bound together now.

Your daughter will be Queen and my son King.

The price is paid. If you fail me, you know what I will do.

-Queen Sia to the Warden of Incarceron;

private letter

"Why here?" Claudia trailed after him, between the hedges.

"Obviously," Jared murmured,"because no one else can find the way through."

Nor could she.

The yew maze was ancient and complex, the thick hedges impenetrable.

Once when she was small, she had been lost in here for a whole long summers day, wandering and sobbing with anger, and the nurse and Ralph had organized a search and been almost hysterical with panic before she'd been found sleeping under the astrolabe in the central glade.

She didn't remember getting there, but sometimes now, at the edge of her dreams, the drowsy heat came back to her, the bees, the bra.s.s sphere against the sun.

"Claudia. You've missed the turn."

She backtracked, and found him waiting, patiently.

"Sorry. Miles away."

Jared knew the way well. The maze was one of his favorite haunts; he came here to read and study and discreetly test various forbidden devices.

Today it was peaceful after the frantic packing and panic in the house. Threading the mown paths after his shadow, Claudia breathed in the rose-scents, fingering the Key in her pocket.

It was a perfect day, not too hot, a few delicate clouds. A shower of rain was scheduled for three fifteen, but they should be finished by then.

As she turned a corner and came suddenly to the central glade, she looked around in surprise.

"It's smaller than I remembered."

Jared raised an eyebrow.

"Things always are."

The astrolabe was blue-green copper and apparently decorative; beside it a wrought-iron seat sank elegantly into the turf, a bush of bloodred roses rambling over its back. Daisies studded the gra.s.s.

Claudia sat, knees up under her silk dress."Well?"

Jared put his scanner away. "Seems safe."

He turned and sat on the bench, leaning forward, his frail hands nervously folding together. "So. Tell me."

She repeated Evian's conversation quickly, and he listened, frowning. When she'd finished she said, "It may be a trap, of course."

"Possible."

She watched him.

"What do you know about these Steel Wolves? Why wasn't I told?"