Sapphique

Stupid, simpering fools. But this changed everything! The Queen wouldn’t wait for tomorrow; suddenly Claudia realized they had been tricked, that the a

Outside, on the dark lawns beside the lake, Fi

Hut it spoke again, and he felt it like a knife between his shoulder blades.

‘They’ve reached the verdict. We both know what it will be.’ The eagleface was reflected, hideously swollen, in the glass he held. He said, ‘Then let’s finish it now. Right here.’ The lawns were deserted, the lake a ripple of boats and torches.

Giles laughed, a low amusement. ‘You know I accept.’ Fi

But Giles was beckoning to a servant who came from the shadows with a small leather case.

‘Oh no Giles said softly. ‘After all, you were the one who challenged me. That means by all the rules of honour I get to choose the weapons.’ He flipped the lid open.

Starlight gleamed on two long, ivory-handled pistols.

Forcing her way through the crowd Claudia searched the glittering room, was snatched into the dance and squirmed out of it, ducked under curtains into kissing couples, dodged troupes of strolling minstrels. The ball became a nightmare of grotesque faces, but where was Fi

Suddenly, near the arched entrance a jester in cap and bells sprang out in front of her. ‘Oh Claudia, is that you? I insist you dance with me. Most of these women are complete clod—hoppers.’

‘Caspar! Have you seen Fi

‘Caspar, don’t be an idiot …’

‘It’s the only way you’ll find him.’

‘I haven’t got time …’ But he had caught her hands and dragged her into the gavotte, a great stately square of couples pacing and joining hands to the music, their masks forming crazy partnerships of devil and cockerel, goddess and hawk.

‘Caspar!’ She hauled him out and pi

‘So he is a fake?’

‘Of course he is.’ She stared at him so hard he said, ‘You look really strange.

Don’t tell me you didn’t know.’

‘Did you know that when Fi

‘She’ll eat you alive, Caspar. Now where is Fi

They’ve gone out by the lake.’ For a second she stared at him and felt nothing but cold fear.

Then she ran.

Fi

Fi

He would not flinch.

He wouldn’t move.

Every muscle was so tense he felt he would break, that he had become wooden, that the shot would fracture him into pieces.

But he would not move.

He felt calm, as if this was the moment of decision. If he died here he could never have been Giles. If he was meant to live he would live. Stupid, Keiro would say.

But it made him feel strong.

And as the Pretender’s finger clicked back on the trigger he felt its answer deep in his mind, as if a cascade of images was shifting and unlocking.

‘Giles! No!’ He didn’t know which of them Claudia’s scream was for.

But neither of them were looking at her when Giles fired.

It was a huge Eye and it was brilliantly red.

For a moment Attia thought it was the dragon of the old story, its head low, staring at her, and then she saw that it was the opening of a cave, that outside it a fiery light burnt.

She picked herself up, and stared at Keiro.

He looked terrible, just as she must; wet, ragged, bruised.

But the water had made his hair yellow again; he slicked it back and said, ‘1 must have been crazy bringing you.’ She limped past him, too weary to even care any more.

The cave was a red velvet chamber, perfectly circular, with seven tu

The meat crackled, its smell fabulous.

Keiro glanced at the hastily-rigged tent, the gaudy stripes, the small wheeled cart where a cyber-ox chewed something green and soggy. ‘No,’ he said. ‘Impossible’ He stepped forward, but the man said, ‘Still with your handsome pal then, Attia?’ Her eyes widened with shock.

She said, ’Rix?’

‘Who else? And how did I get here? By the Art Magicke, sweetie He turned, and gave his sly gap-tooth grin. ‘Did you really think I was just some backstreet conjuror?’ He winked, and leant forward, sprinkling some dark dust on the flames.

Keiro sat. ‘I don’t believe this.’

‘Believe it.’ Rix stood. ‘Because I am the Dark Enchanter, and now I enchant you both into magic sleep.’ Smoke was billowing from the fire, sweet and cloying.

Keiro jumped up and stumbled, and fell. Darkness entered Attia’s nose, her throat, her eyes.

It took her hand, and led her into silence.

Fi

Instantly he raised his pistol, and pointed it straight at Giles’s head. The eagle mask tilted.

From the clock tower the chimes of midnight began; Claudia, gasping for breath, couldn’t move, even though she knew the Queen would be a

‘Fi

‘You never believed me.’

‘I believe you now. Don’t shoot him.’ He smiled, his eyes dark under the black mask. His finger clicked the trigger steadily back.

Giles stumbled away.

‘Keep still,’ Fi

‘Look.’ The Pretender spread his hands. ‘We can make a deal.’

‘Sia chose well. But you’re no prince.’

‘Let me go. I’ll tell them. Explain everything.’

‘Oh I don’t think so.’ The trigger trembled.

‘I swear . . .’

‘Too late,’ Fi

Giles crashed back on to the grass with a speed that made Claudia screech; she ran to him and knelt over him. Fi

The bullet had struck the Pretender’s arm; it hung broken, and the impact had knocked him senseless. Claudia turned.

A great hubbub was rising from the lit grotto; dancers were ru

‘His coat,’ she hissed.

Fi

As he fitted the eagle mask over his face Claudia tugged the dark coat and mask on to the Pretender. ‘Keep the pistol,’ she hissed as the soldiers came racing up.

Fi

The guard dropped to one knee. ‘Sire, the verdict has been given.’

‘What was it?’ Claudia gasped.

The guard ignored her. ‘You indeed are Prince Giles.’ Fi

‘In the ballroom …’