'That was indeed what I said. May I come in, Master?'
Jared said, 'Of course,' and the cub streaked from his hands and jumped up the bookshelves. 'Were honored, Warden.'
The Warden walked to the table littered with apparatus and touched an alembic. 'Your Era detail is a little ... eccentric, Jared. But the Sapienti are not so bound by Protocol, of course.' He lifted the delicate glassware and raised it so that his left eye, hugely magnified, gazed at them through it. 'The Sapienti do as they will.
They invent, they experiment, they keep the mind of mankind active even in the tyranny of the past. Always searching for new sources of energy, new cures. Admirable. But tell me, how is my daughter progressing?'
Jared linked his frail fingers. Carefully he said, 'Claudia is always a remarkable pupil.'
'A scholar.'
'Indeed.'
'Intelligent and able?' The Warden lowered the glass. His eyes were fixed on her; she looked up and gazed calmly back at him.
'I'm sure,' Jared murmured, 'that she'll be a success in everything she attempts.'
'And she would attempt anything.' The Warden opened his fingers and the flask fell. It hit the corner of the desk and smashed, an explosion of glass slivers, sending a raven screeching out through the window.
Jared had leaped back; now he froze. Claudia stood behind him, quite still.
'I am so sorry!' The Warden surveyed the wreckage calmly, then took out a handkerchief and wiped his fingers. 'The clumsiness of age, I'm afraid. I hope it didn't contain anything vital?'
Jared shook his head; Claudia caught the faintest glimmer of sweat on his forehead. She knew her own face was pale. Her father said, 'Claudia, you'll be pleased to know that
Lord Evian and I have finalized the dowry arrangements. You had better begin gathering your trousseau, my dear.'
At the door he paused. Jared had crouched and was picking up the sharp, curved fragments of glass. Claudia did not move. She watched the Warden, and his look reminded her, for a moment, of her own reflection as she stared at it in the looking glass each morning. He said, 'I won't take lunch after all. I have a lot of work to do. In my study.
We seem to have an insect problem.'
When the door closed behind him, neither of them spoke. Claudia sat, and Jared dumped the glass into a disposer and switched the monitor on for the tower stairs.
Together they watched the Warders dark angular figure pick a fastidious way through the mouse droppings and hanging webs.
Finally Jared said, 'He knows.'
'Of course he knows.' Claudia realized she was shivering; she pulled an old coat of
Jared's around her shoulders. She had the jumpsuit on under her dress, her shoes were on the wrong feet, and her hair was scrunched back in a sweaty tangle. 'He came here just to show us that.'
'He doesn't believe the ladybugs set the alarms off.'
'I told you. The room has no windows. But he won't admit that I got the better of him, and he never will. So we play the game.'
'But the Key ... to bring it away ...'
'He won't know if he just opens the drawer and looks at it. Only when he tries to pick it up.
I can put the original back before then.'
Jared wiped his face with one hand. He sat shakily. 'A Sapient should not say this, but he terrifies me.'
'Are you all right?'
He turned his dark eyes to her, and the fox cub jumped back down and pawed at his knee.
'Yes. But then you terrify me equally, Claudia. Why on earth did you steal it? Did you want him to know it was you?'
She frowned. Sometimes he was too acute. 'Where is it?'
Jared looked at her a moment, then made a rueful face. He took the lid from an earthenware crock and dipping a hook in, lifted the Key out of the formaldehyde. The acrid smell of the chemical filled the chamber; Claudia pulled the coat sleeve over her face. 'God. Wasn't there anywhere else?'
She had thrust it into his hand and had been too busy dressing to see where he put it.
Now he unwrapped it carefully from the protective seal and laid it on the gnarled, singed wood of the workbench. They stared down at it.
It was beautiful. She could see that clearly, its facets catching the sunlight from the window in brilliant rainbow glints. Embedded in its heart the crowned eagle glared out proudly.
But it seemed too fragile to turn in any lock, and its transparency showed no circuitry. She said, 'The password to open the drawer was Incarceron!'
Jared raised an eyebrow. 'So you thought...'
'It's obvious, isn't it? What else could such a key unlock? Nothing in this house has a key like that.'
'We have no idea where Incarceron is. And if we did we couldn't use it.'
She frowned. 'I intend to find out.'
For a moment Jared considered. Then, as she watched, he placed the Key on a small scale and weighed it accurately, took its mass and length, noting the results in his precise script. 'It's not glass. A crystal silicate. Also'—he adjusted the scale—'it has a very peculiar electromagnetic field. I would say its not a key in a strictly mechanical sense but some very complex technology, very pre-Era. It won't just unlock a prison door, Claudia.'
She'd guessed that. She sat down again and said thoughtfully, 'I used to be jealous of the
Prison.'
Astonished, he turned, and she laughed.
'Yes. Really. When I was tiny and we were at Court. People flocked to see him—the
Warden of Incarceron, the Guardian of the Inmates, Protector of the Realm. I didn't know what the words meant, but I hated them. I thought Incarceron was a person, another daughter, a secret spiteful twin. I hated her.' She picked up a pair of compasses from the table and opened them. 'When I found out it was a prison, I imagined him going down into the cellars here with a lantern and a huge key—a rusty, ancient key. There would be an enormous door, studded and nailed with the dried flesh of criminals.'
Jared shook his head. 'Too many gothic novels.'
She balanced the compasses on one point and spun them. 'For a while I dreamed of the
Prison, imagined the thieves and murderers deep under the house, banging on the doors, struggling to get out, and I used to wake up scared, thinking I could hear them coming for me. And then I realized it wasn't that simple.' She looked up. 'That screen in the study. He must be able to monitor it from there.'
Jared nodded and folded his arms. 'Incarceron, all the records say, was made and sealed. No one enters or leaves. Only the Warden oversees its progress. Only he knows its location. There is a theory, a very old one, that it lies underground, many miles below the earth's surface, a vast labyrinth. After the Years of Rage half the populations were removed there. A great injustice, Claudia.'
She touched the Key lightly. 'Yes. But none of this helps me. I needed some proof of the murder, not...' A flicker.
A dissolving of light.
She jerked her finger away.
'Amazing!' Jared breathed.
A fingerprint of darkness remained there in the crystal, a circular black opening, like an eye.
Inside it, far off, they saw two glimmers of moving light, tiny as stars.
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You are my father, Incarceron.
I was born from your pain.
