Incarceron

They followed her pointing finger. Far oft, in the distant mists, a thin column rose and dissipated. It looked like the smoke from a fire, he thought.

"Fi

They turned. Keiro was dragging something out from the thickets of copper and steel; as they ran over to him Fi

"You re still thieves then," Gildas said acidly.

"You know the rule of the Comitatus." Keiro sounded cheerful. "Everything belongs to the

Prison, and the Prison is our Enemy."

He had already cut its throat. Now he looked around. "We can butcher it here. Well, she can. She may as well make herself useful."

None of them moved. Gildas said, "It was stupid. We have no idea of what inmates are here. Or of their strength."

"We have to eat!" Keiro was angry now, his face darkening. He threw the sheep down.

"But if you don't want it, fine!"

There was an awkward silence. Then Attia said simply, "Fi

He realized she would do it if he asked her to. He didn't want to have that power. But

Keiro was glowering, so he said, "All right. I'll help you."

Side by side, they knelt and cut the sheep up. She borrowed Gildas's knife and worked efficiently; he realized she had done it often before, and when he was clumsy, she pushed him aside and dissected the raw flesh. They took only a little; they had no way of carrying more or any tinder to cook it on as yet. Only half the beast was organic; the rest was a patchwork of metal, ingeniously put together. Gildas raked over the remains with his stick.

"The Prison breeds its beasts less well these days."

He sounded grave. Keiro said, "What do you mean, old man:

"What I say. I can remember when the creatures were all flesh. Then circuits began to appear, tiny things, threaded instead of vein, of cartilage. The Sapienti have always studied and dissected any tissue we could find. At one time I offered rewards for carcasses brought to me, though the Prison was usually too quick."

Fi

Incarceron sent its Beetles out instantly and collected the raw material for recycling.

Nothing was ever buried here, nothing burned. Even those of the Comitatus who had been killed were left, wrapped in their favorite possessions, decked with flowers, in a place by the abyss. In the morning, they were always gone.

To their surprise Attia spoke. "My people knew this. For a long time now the lambs have been like this, and the dogs. Last year, in our group, a child was born. Its left foot was made of metal."

"What happened to it?" Keiro asked quietly.

"The child?" She shrugged. "They killed it. Such things can't be allowed to live."

"The Scum were kinder. We let all sorts of freaks live."

Fi

But Gildas didn't move. Instead he said, "Don't you see what it means, fool boy? It means the Prison is ru

But Keiro wasn't listening. He lifted his hand, alert.

A sound was rising in the wood. A low whisper, a rustling breeze. Tiny at first, barely raising the leaves, it stirred Fi

Fi

The Sapient moved, pushing him on. "Hurry. We must find shelter. Hurry!"

They ran between the trees, Attia always at Fi

And all at once they were in a blizzard of metal slivers, the leaves of copper and steel and silver a razor-sharp whirlwind in the sudden storm. The wood groaned and bent, twigs cracked with snaps that rang in the invisible roof.

As he ran, ducking and breathless, Fi

"Fi

He landed on Gildas, who shoved him off. For a moment each of them caught breath, listening to the deadly leaves slicing the air outside, the whine and hum. Then Attia's muffled voice came from behind.

"What is this place?"

Fi

"It's a hole," Keiro said sourly. He drew his knees up, brushed litter from his coat, and then looked at Fi

"Of course it is," Fi

Keiro's blue eyes were hard. "Well, show me."

Oddly reluctant, Fi

Attia's eyes went wide.

"Sapphique's Key!"

Gildas turned on her. "What did you say?"

But she wasn't looking at the crystal. She was staring at the picture scratched meticulously onto the back wall of the tree, smeared by centuries of dirt and overgrown by green lichen, the image of a tall, slim, dark-haired man sitting on a throne, in his upheld hands a hexagonal slot of darkness.

Gildas took the Key from Fi

Keiro nodded. "We seem to be going the right way," he muttered.

Fi

14

We forbid growth and therefore decay. Ambition, and therefore despair. Because each is only the warped reflection of the other. Above all, Time is forbidden. From now on nothing will change.

"I don't think you'll be wanting all this junk." Caspar picked a book out of the pile and opened it. He gazed idly at the bright illuminated letters. "We have books at the Palace. I never bother with them."

"You do surprise me." Claudia sat on the bed and gazed around hopelessly at the chaos.

How could she have so many possessions? And so little time!

"And the Sapienti have thousands." He tossed it aside. "You are so lucky, Claudia, that you never had to go to the Academy. I thought I'd die of dullness. Anyway, aren't we going out with the hawks? The servants can do all this. It's what they're for."

"Yes." Claudia was biting her nail; she realized, and stopped.

"Are you trying to get rid of me, Claudia?"

She looked up. He was watching her, his small eyes fixed in that nerveless stare. "I know you don't want to marry me," he said.