Incarceron

"Is he really Giles?" she asked harshly.

The Warden's smile was wintry. "He is now."

As his words ended the screen went blank. A ripple of movement ran down the corridor;

Fi

Then he looked up and saw the tiny red Eye whirr and click on him.

"Oh yes," the voice said softly. "You have all forgotten about me. And why should I let any of my children go?" 

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He woke and found them all around him. The old, lame, the diseased, the half-made men. He hid his head and was filled with shame and anger. "I have failed you," he said.

"I have journeyed so far and I have failed."

"Not so," they answered. "There is a door we know, a tiny, secret door. None of us dare crawl through, in case we die there. If you promise to come back for us, we will show you."

Sapphique was lithe and slender. He looked at them with his dark eyes. "Take me there," he whispered.

"What happened?" Jared gasped. "The Prison has interfered," the Warden hissed with fury. His fingers moved swiftly over the controls.

"Well, stop it! Order it to—"

"I ca

Jared barely heard, "It laughs at me."

Appalled, Jared stared at the blank screen. Outside, a fist pounded again on the bronze doors. A voice thundered, "Warden! Open this! The Queen demands your presence."

"Evian made a poor job of his assassination," the Warden said. He glanced up. "Don't fear, they won't get in. Even with axes."

"She thinks you were involved."

"Maybe. It is a good excuse to be rid of me. There will be no marriage now."

Jared shook his head. "Then were all finished."

"In that case, Master, I could do with your help." The gray eyes were fixed on him. "For

Claudia's sake we need to work together."

Jared nodded slowly. Trying to ignore the furious banging, he came around to the controls and examined them carefully. "This is so old. Many of the symbols are in the Sapient tongue." He looked up. "Let's try talking to Incarceron in the language of its makers."

THE PRISONQUAKE was swift and sudden. The floor buckled; walls crashed down. Fi

Claudia scrambled after them, but Attia said, "Help me with him!" She had Gildas doubled up, gasping. Hurriedly Claudia climbed back, wriggled his arm over her shoulders, and they struggled with him to the cell, where Fi

Outside, rubble cascaded down and they listened to it in dismay. The corridor was surely blocked.

"But you do not think you can lock me out, I hope?" Incarceron laughed its rumbling laugh. "No one can do that. I am inescapable. "

"Sapphique Escaped." Gildas's voice was a rasp of pain, but he spat the words out. His hands clutched his chest; they shook uncontrollably. "How did he do that then, without a

Key? Is there another way out, that only he discovered? A way so secret, so amazing, you can't block it? A way needing no gate and no machinery? Is that it, Incarceron? Is that what you fear, always watching, always listening?"

"I fear nothing.

"Not what you told me," Claudia snapped. She was breathing hard; she glanced at Fi

"I must go back. Jared's in trouble. Will you come?"

"I can't leave them. Take the old man with you."

Gildas laughed: his body convulsed into wheezing gasps. Attia gripped his hands; then she turned her head. "He's dying," she whispered."Fi

Fi

The Sapient brought his mouth close to Fi

Fi

"Then allow me," the Prison said. The glimmer of light in the cell went out. One red Eye was a spark in the corner of the wall. "Look at this star, old man. This is the only star you will ever see."

"Stop tormenting him!" Fi

The dizziness of his mind swept over him and he let it. He walked deliberately into its darkness and dragged the old man with him, and all around them the lake glimmered under its floating lanterns, blue and purple and gold, and the boat rocked beneath him as he lay in it and stated up at the stars.

They blazed in the summer night. Like silver dust they lay across the cosmos as if a great hand had scattered them, and their mystery enchanted the velvety blackness.

Beside him, Fi

"These are the stars, Master. Whole worlds, far away, seeming tiny, but really huger than anything we know."

Lake water lapped.

Gildas said, "So far. So many!"

A heron rose from the water with a graceful flap. On the shore the music sounded sweet; voices laughed softly.

The old man said hoarsely, "I have to go to them now, Fi

I have to go and find Sapphique. He won't have been content, you know, just to be

Outside. Not once he had seen this."

Fi

They vanished, and he laughed, a great laugh of triumph, and all the people around laughed with him, the King in his red coat, and Bartlett, and his pale new stepmother, and all the courtiers and nurses and musicians, and the little girl in the pretty white dress, the girl who had come that day, that they said would be his special friend.

She was looking at him now. She said, "Fi

Claudia.

" IT'S READY ." Jared looked up. "You speak, and the translation will be instant."

The "warden had been pacing, listening to the voices outside; now he came and stood by the desk, his arms folded.

"Incarceron," he said.

Silence. Then, on the screen, a small red point of light. It was tiny, like a star. It gazed out at them. It said, "Who is this speaking the old tongue?"

The voice was uncertain. It seemed to have lost some of its echoing rumble.

The Warden glanced at Jared. Then he said quietly, "You know who this is, my father. This is Sapphique."

Jared's eyes widened, but he stayed silent.

There was another silence. This time the Warden broke it. "I speak to you in the language of the Sapienti. I order you not to harm the boy Fi

"He has the Key. No prisoner is allowed to Escape."

"But your anger may injure him. And Claudia." Had the Warden's voice changed as he spoke her name? Jared wasn't sure.