beg him on my knees, I'll do it.' She turned. 'Alys is calling. Wait for me.
The circle went dark.
He sat huddled there till he was stiff and the room was unbearably lonely; then he got up, shoved the Key into his coat, and went out, running down the steps into the library, where
Gildas was pacing irritably forward and back, Blaize watching him across a table spread with food. When he saw Finn, the thin Sapient stood.
'Our last meal together,' he said, spreading a hand.
Suspicious, Finn eyed him. 'Then what?'
'Then I take you all to a safe place and let you resume your journey.'
'Where's Keiro?' Gildas snapped.
'I don't know. So, you're just letting us go?'
Blaize looked at him, his gray eyes calm. 'Of course. My aim was only ever to help you.
Gildas has persuaded me that you need to travel on.'
'And the Key?'
'I must do without it.'
Attia was sitting at the table, her hands clasped together.
Catching Finn's eye, she shrugged slightly. Blaize rose. 'I will leave you to make your plans. Enjoy your meal.'
In the silence after he was gone Finn said, 'We misjudged him.'
'I still think he's dangerous. If he's a Sapient, why doesn't he cure that pox he has?'
'What do you know of the Sapienti, ignorant girl?' Gildas growled.
Attia chewed her fingernail, then as Finn reached out for an apple, snatched it first, and bit it. 'I taste your food,' she said indistinctly. 'Remember?'
He was angry. 'I'm not the Winglord. You're not my slave.'
'No, Finn.' She leaned across the table. 'I'm your friend. That means a lot more.'
Gildas sat down. 'Any news from Claudia?'
'They failed. The gate led nowhere.'
'As I thought.' The old man nodded heavily. 'The girl is clever, but we must expect no help from them. We must follow Sapphique alone. Now, there is a story that tells how ...'
His hand reached to the fruit, but Finn grabbed it. His eyes were fixed on Attia; she half rose, pale, and suddenly choking, the apple stalk dropping from her fingers. As he jerked forward and caught her she crumpled, her fingers tearing at her throat.
'The apple,' she gasped. 'It's burning me!'
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You chose rashly. I've warned you before.
She is far too clever and you underestimate the Sapient.
'It's poisoned!' Finn clambered over the table and grabbed her; she choked, clutching his arms. 'Do something!' Gildas shoved him aside. 'Get my bag of medicines. Hurry!'
It took him precious seconds to find it, and by the time he got back Gildas had Attia lying on her side, writhing in pain. The Sapient grabbed the bag and tore through it, then pulled the cap off a small vial and held it to her lips. Attia struggled.
'She's choking,' Finn muttered, but Gildas only swore, forcing it on her so that she drank it and coughed and convulsed.
Then, with a horrible racking sound she was sick.
'Good,' Gildas said quietly. 'That's it.' He held her tight, his quick fingers feeling her pulse, the clammy skin of her forehead. She was sick again, and then slumped back, her face white and mottled.
'Is it out? Is she all right?'
But Gildas was still frowning. 'Too cold,' he muttered. 'Get a blanket.' Then, 'Close the door and guard it. If Blaize comes, keep him out.'
'Why would he...?'
'The Key, fool boy. He wants the Key. Who else would have done this?'
Attia moaned. She was shivering now, a strange blueness on her lips and under her eyes.
He obeyed, slamming the heavy door.
'Is it out of her?'
'I don't know. I don't think so. It might have entered the bloodstream almost immediately.'
Finn stared at him in dismay. Gildas knew about poisons; the women of the Comitatus had been experts, and Gildas had not been above learning from them.
'What else can we do?'
'Nothing.'
The door shuddered; it hit Finn on the shoulder and he turned, drawing the sword with one fierce slash. Keiro stood still
'What's ...?' His quick eyes took in the scene. He said, 'Poison?'
'Some corrosive.' Gildas watched the girl retching and squirming. He stood slowly, resigned. 'There is nothing I can do.'
'There has to be!' Finn shoved him aside. 'I could have eaten that! It could have been me!' He knelt down next to her, trying to lift her, make her easier, but her mutters of pain made him stop. He felt angry and helpless. 'We have to do something!'
Gildas crouched by him. His harsh words cut through the moans. 'It's acidic, Finn. Her internal system may be already burned, her lips, her throat. It will be over very soon.'
Finn looked at Keiro.
'We go,' his brother said. 'Right now. I've found where he keeps the ship.'
'Not without her.'
'She's dying.' Gildas forced him to look. 'Nothing can be done. It would take a miracle and I don't have one.'
'So we save ourselves?'
'That's what she'd want.'
They had hold of him, but he shrugged them off and knelt by her. She was still and seemed to be barely breathing, the faded bruises clear in her skin. He had seen death, he was used to death, but his whole soul revolted against this, and the shame he had felt at the Maestra's betrayal came back and swept over him like heat, as if it would overwhelm him. He choked back words, knew tears were filling his eyes.
If it would take a miracle, Attia would get one.
He leaped up and turned to Keiro, grabbing at his hands. 'A ring. Give me another of the rings.'
'Now wait a minute.' Keiro jerked back.
'Give it to me!' His voice was a rasp; he raised the sword. 'Don't make me use this, Keiro. You'll still have one left.'
Keiro was calm. His blue eyes gave one glance at Attia as she curled in agony. Then he stared back. 'You think it will work?'
'I don't know! But we can try.'
'She's a girl. She's no one.'
'One each, you said. I'm giving her mine.'
'You've had yours already.'
