splintering wood at Finn’s elbow. He struck out, sweeping the gun aside, crashing the masked man back.
Behind him, Keiro fought with a snatched foil until it was broken, then threw it down and went in with bare hands. He moved with accuracy, savage and fast, and for Finn, beside him, there was no longer any Realm and no Incarceron, only the hot violence of blows and pain, a stab at the chest desperately fended off, a body flung against the panelling.
He yelled, sweat in his eyes, as Medlicote lunged at him, the secretary’s foil whipping double as it struck the wall, and instantly they were both grappling for the blade, and Finn had the man in a tight hold round the chest, forcing him down. Lightning flickered, showed Keiro’s grin, the steel flash of a wolf muzzle. Thunder growled, a low, distant rumble.
A burst of flame. It shot up, and by its light Finn saw the Wolves dive, breathless and bloodied as it slashed over them.
‘Throw your weapons down.’ Keiro’s voice was breathless and raw. He fired again, and they all flinched as plaster crashed in a white snow. ‘Throw them down!’ A few thuds.
‘Now lie down. Anyone still standing dies.’ Slowly they obeyed him. Finn tore off Medlicote’s mask and flung it away. Sudden fury burnt in him. He said,’! am King here, Master Medlicote. Do you understand?’ His voice was a rasp of wrath. ‘The old world has ended and there will be no more plotting and no more lies!’ He hauled the man up like a limp rag and slammed him against the wall. ‘I am Giles.
Protocol is over!’
‘Finn.’ Keiro came and took the foil from his hand. ‘Leave him. He’s half dead anyway.’ Slowly, Finn let the man go, and he slumped in relief. Finn turned to his oathbrother, gradually bringing him into focus, as if anger had been a rippling in the air.
‘Keep calm, brother.’ Keiro surveyed his captives. ‘As I always taught you. .
‘I am calm.’
‘Right. Well, at least you haven’t grown as soft as the rest of them out here.’ Keiro swung round and raised the weapon. He blasted it, once, twice, at the study door, under the angry swan, and the door shuddered and burst inwards.
Moving past him, Finn strode in through the smoke, stumbling as the Portal rippled its welcome.
But the room was empty.
This was death.
It was warm and sticky and there were waves of it, washing over Jared like pain. It had no air to breathe, no words to speak. It was a choking in his throat.
And then it was a grey brightness and Claudia stood in it, and her father, and Auth. He reached out to her and tried to speak her name, but his lips were cold and numb as marble and his tongue too stiff to move.
‘Am I dead?’ he asked the Prison, but the question murmured through hills and corridors and down cobwebbed galleries centuries old, and he realized that he was the Prison, that all its dreams were his.
He was a whole world, and yet he was a tiny creature. He could breathe, his heart was beating strongly, his eyesight was clear. He fit as a great worry had fallen from him, a great weight from his back, and maybe it had, maybe that was his old 4fe.And inside him there were forests and oceans, high bridges over deep crevasses, spiral staircases down to the empty white cells where his illness had been born. He had journeyed through it, explored all its secrets, fallen into its darkness.
Only he knew the riddle’s answer, and the door that led Out.
Claudia heard it. In the silence the statue rippled and it spoke her name.
As she stared at it she stumbled back, but her father gripped her elbow. ‘I’ve taught you never to be afraid,’ he said quietly. ‘And besides, you know who this is.’ It came alive, even as she watched. His eyes opened and were green, that intelligent, curious gaze she knew so well.
The delicate face lost its ivory and was flushed with life. The long hair darkened and swung, the Sapient robe glimmered in iridescent greys. He spread his arms and the feathers shimmered like wings.
He stepped down from the pedestal and stood before her.
Claudia, he said. And then, ‘Claudia.’ Words choked in her throat.
But Rix was leaping in the roaring adulation of the crowd; he caught Attia’s hand and made her bow with him in the storm of applause that went on and on, the howls of joy, the screaming cries that greeted Sapphique as he returned to save his people.
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He sang his last song. And the words of that have never been written down. But it was sweet and of great beauty, and those that heard it were changed utterly. Some say it was the song that moves the stars.
Finn walked slowly to the screen and stared at it. It was no longer snowy, but clear and brilliant, and he could see a girl staring straight at him.
‘Claudia!’ he said.
She didn’t seem to hear him. Then he realized he was looking at her through someone else’s eyes, eyes that were very slightly blurred, as if the Prison’s gaze had tears in it.
Behind him, Keiro came close.
‘What in hell is going on in there?’ As if his words had triggered it, the sound snapped on, a burst of roaring and applause and howls of joy that made them wince.
Claudia reached out and took the Gloved hand. ‘Master,’ she said. ‘How have you come here? What have you done?’ He smiled his calm smile. ‘I think I have undertaken a new experiment, Claudia. My most ambitious research project yet.’
‘Don’t tease me.’ She clenched her fist on his scaled fingers.
‘I never betrayed you he said. ‘The Queen offered me forbidden knowledge. 1 don’t think this was what she meant.’
‘I never once thought you would betray me.’ She stared at the Glove. ‘These people all think you’re Sapphique. Tell them it’s not true.’
‘I am Sapphique.’ The noise that greeted his words was tremendous but he didn’t take his eyes off her. ‘He’s what they want, Claudia. And Incarceron and I will give them their safety.’ The dragon fingers curled round hers. ‘I feel so strange, Claudia. It’s as if you are all inside me, as if I’ve shed my skin and underneath is a new being, and I can see so much and I hear so many sounds and touch so many minds.
I am dreaming the dreams of the Prison, and they are so sad.’
‘But can you come back? Do you have to stay here for ever?’ Her dismay sounded weak, but she didn’t care, not even if her selfishness stood in the way of all Incarceron’s Prisoners. ‘I can’t do without you, Jared. I need you.’ He shook his head. ‘You will be Queen, and queens don’t have tutors.’ He reached out and put his arms round her and kissed her forehead. ‘But I’m not going anywhere.
You’ll carry me on your watchchain.’ He looked beyond her, at the Warden. ‘And from now on there will be freedom for us all.’ The Warden’s smile was narrow. ‘So, my old friend, you have found yourself a body after all’ Despite all your efforts, John Arlex.
‘But you haven’t Escaped.’ Jared shrugged, an odd, slightly alien movement. ‘Ah but I have. I’ve Escaped myself but I won’t be leaving. That is the paradox that is Sapphique.’ He made a small movement with his hand, and all the people gasped. Behind them, all around them, the walls lit and they saw the grey room of the Portal, its door crowded with watchers, and Finn and Keiro jerking back in surprise.
Jared turned. ‘Now we’re all together. Inside and Outside.’
‘Do you mean the Prisoners can Escape?’ Keiro snapped and Claudia realized they had heard everything.
Jared smiled. ‘Escape to what? To the ruin of the Realm?
