sensed the thin bones of the woman, the small frame inside the boned corset and huge hooped skirts.
No one knew Queen Sia's age. After all, she was a sorceress. Older than the Warden perhaps, though beside her he was grave and dark, his silvered beard meticulous.
Brittle or not, her youth was convincing; she looked barely older than her son.
Turning, she led Claudia in, sweeping past Caspar's sullen stare. 'You look so pretty, my sweet. That dress is wonderful. And your hair! Now tell me, is that natural or do you have it colored?'
Claudia breathed out, already irritated, but there was no need to answer. The Queen was already talking about something else. '... and I hope you won't consider that too forward of me.'
'No,' Claudia said blankly into a second of silence.
The Queen smiled. 'Excellent. This way.'
It was a double wooden door and was flung open by two footmen, but when Claudia was inside, the doors closed and the whole tiny chamber moved soundlessly upward.
'Yes I know,' the Queen murmured, holding her close. 'Such a breach of Protocol. But it's only for me, so who's to know?'
The small white hands were so tight on her arm, she could feel the nails digging in. She was breathless, as if she had been kidnapped. Even her father and Caspar were left behind.
When the doors opened, the corridor that stretched before her was a vision of gilt and mirrors; it had to be three times the size of the house at home. The Queen led her along it by the hand, between vast painted maps that showed every country in the Realm, adorned in their corners with fantasies of curling waves and mermaids and sea monsters.
'That's the library. I know you love books. Caspar, unfortunately, is not so studious. Really, I don't know if he can read at all. We won't go in.'
Escorted firmly past, she looked back. Between each map stood a blue and white china urn that could have hidden a man, and the mirrors reflected each other in such sunlit confusion that she suddenly had no idea where the corridor ended or if it ever did. And the small white figure of the Queen seemed repeated before her and behind and to the side, so that the dread Claudia had felt in the coach seemed to be concentrated in that swift, unnaturally young stride, that sharp, confiding voice.
'And this is your suite. Your father is next door.'
Immense.
A carpet her feet sank into, a bed so canopied with saffron silk, she felt it would drown her.
Suddenly she pulled her hand from the Queen's and stood back, knowing the trap.
Knowing she was caught in it.
Sia was silent. The empty chatter was gone. They faced each other.
Then the Queen smiled. 'You will not need to be warned, I'm sure, Claudia. John Arlex's daughter will be well trained, but I suppose it won't hurt to tell you that many of the mirrors are double sided and the listening devices all over the Palace are most efficient.' She stepped closer. 'You see, I have heard you were recently a little curious about dear lost
Giles.'
Claudia kept her face perfectly composed, but her hands were icy. She glanced down.
'I've thought about him. If things had been different...'
'Yes. And we were all devastated by his death. But even if the Havaarna Dynasty is over, the Realm must be governed. And I have no doubt, Claudia, that you will do it very well.'
'Me?'
'Of course.' The Queen turned and sat elegantly on a gilt chair. 'Surely you know Caspar is incapable even of ruling himself? Come and sit here, my sweet. Let me advise you.'
Surprise was freezing her. She sat.
The Queen leaned forward, her red lips making a coy smile. 'Now, your life here can be a very pleasant one. Caspar is a child—let him have his toys, horses, palaces, girls, and he will make no trouble. I have made quite sure he knows nothing about politics. He gets bored so easily! You and I can have such a pleasant time, Claudia. You have no idea how tiresome It gets with just these men.'
Claudia stared at her hands. Was this real, any of it? How much of it was the game?
'I thought...'
'That I hated you?' The Queen's giggle was girlish. 'I need you, Claudia! We can rule together, and you'll be so good at it! And your father will smile his grave smile. So.' Her small hands tapped Claudia's. 'No more sad thoughts about Giles. He's in a better place, my dear.'
Slowly, she nodded and stood, and the Queen stood too, with a rustle of silk.
'There's just one thing.'
One hand on the door, Sia turned. 'Yes?'
'Jared Sapiens. My tutor. I ...'
'You won't need a tutor. I can teach you everything now.'
'I want him to stay.' She said it firmly.
The Queen stared straight back. 'He's young for a Sapient. I don't know what your father was thinking of...'
'He will stay.' She made sure it was a statement, not a question.
The Queen's red lips twitched. Her smile was pleasant. 'Whatever you say, my sweet.
Whatever you want.'
JARED PLACED the scanner on the door frame, opened the tiny casement, and sat on the bed. The room was sparse, as perhaps the Court thought a Sapient's cell should be, with wooden floorboards and dark paneling topped with trefoils and crude roses.
It smelled of rushes and damp, and seemed bare enough, but he had already removed two small listening devices and there might be others. Still, he had to take the chance.
He took out the Key and held it, activating the speechlink.
Nothing but darkness.
He touched it again, concerned: The darkness grew to a wide circle but remained dark.
Then, very faintly, he saw the edge of a crouching figure in it. 'We can't talk,' it whispered.
'Not now.'
'Then listen.' Jared kept his voice low. 'This may help. A combination of two, four, three, one on the touch panel produces a dampening field. Any surveillance system will lose track of you, completely. You'll disappear from its scanners. Do you understand, that?'
'I'm not stupid.' Keiro's scornful whisper barely came through.
'Have you found Finn?'
Nothing. They'd switched off.
Jared linked his fingers and swore softly in the Sapient tongue. Outside the window, the voices of people rose up, some fiddlers in the distant gardens scraping a jig.
There would be dancing tonight to welcome the bride of the Heir.
And yet if the old man Bartlett had been right, the real Heir was still alive, and Claudia was convinced it was this boy Finn. Jared shook his head, unfastening the collar of his coat with long fingers. She wanted it so much. His doubts would have to stay silent, because without this hope, she would have nothing. And after all, it was possible, just possible, that her instinct was right. 'wearily, he leaned back against the stiff bolster, took the medication pouch from his pocket, and prepared the dose. It was three grains stronger now, and had been for the last week, but the pain that lived deep in his body seemed still to grow slowly, like a living thing; he sometimes thought that it devoured the drug, that he was feeding its appetite.
He applied the syringe, frowning. These were morbid and foolish ideas.
But when he lay back and slept, he dreamed for a moment that an eye, scarlet as galaxies, had opened in the wall and looked at him.
FINN WAS desperate; he held the ring high. 'Take it and let us
The Eye zoomed in, examined it closely. 'Do you believe this object is of some value? '
'It contains a life. Trapped inside.'
'How apposite. As all your lives are trapped inside me.'
