"I know what a key is." His voice was angry; he tried to be calm. "Sapphique told me to use it to unlock Time; there was a keyhole in some black, shining rock, but the Key was so heavy I couldn't manage it. I felt... devastated."
The old man gripped Finns wrist, a hard, fierce grip. "What did he look like?"
"Young. Long dark hair. Like the stories."
"And the door?"
"Very small. The rock had light inside, like stars."
Keiro propped himself elegantly against the wall. "Strange dreams, brother."
"Not dreams." Gildas released him; the old man looked incredulous with joy. "I know that door. It has never been opened. It lies about a mile from here, up in Civicry land." He rubbed his face with both hands and said, "Where is this Key?"
Finn hesitated. He had strung it on an old piece of string around his neck, but that had been too heavy, so now it was belted inside his shirt. Reluctantly, he tugged it out.
The Sapient took it reverently. His small hands with their raised veins explored it; he brought it close to his eyes and gazed at the eagle. "This is what I've been waiting for. 1 ' His voice was choked with emotion."The sign from
Sapphique." He looked up. "It decides everything. We leave at once, tonight, before
Jormanric gets to know what this thing is. Sudden and swift, Finn, we begin our Escape."
"Now wait a minute!" Keiro peeled himself off the wall. "He's not going anywhere. He's sworn to me."
Gildas looked at him in distaste. "Only because he's useful to you."
"And not to you?" Keiro laughed in scorn. "You're a hypocrite, old man. A glass trinket and a few ravings when he's off his head are all you're interested in."
Gildas stood. He barely came to Keiro's shoulder, but his glare was malevolent, his wiry body tense.
"I would be careful, boy. Very careful.
"Or what? You'll turn me into a snake?"
"You're already doing that to yourself."
With a shiver of steel Keiro drew his sword. His eyes were blue and icy.
Finn said, "Stop this." Neither of them even looked at him.
"I've never liked you, boy. I've never trusted you," Gildas said grimly. "You're a preening, arrogant thief who considers only his own pleasures, who would murder if it suited him—as it certainly already has. And you'd like nothing more than to make Finn your twin."
Keiro's face was flushed. He raised the sword so that the sharp tip menaced the old man's eyes. "Finn needs me to protect him from you. I'm the one who looks after him, holds his head when he's sick, watches his back. If we're speaking home truths, I could say that the Sapienti are old fools clutching rags of sorcery—"
"I said that's enough!" Finn stepped between them and shoved the blade aside.
Glowering, Keiro whipped it away. "You're going with him? Why?"
"What's there to stay for?"
"For God's sake, Finn! We're well in here—food, girls, all we want! We're feared, respected—powerful enough to tackle Jormanric any time now. Then we'll be Winglords, both of us!
"And how long," Gildas sneered, "before two is one too many?"
"Shut up!" Finn turned, furious. "Look at you both! The only friends I have in this hell and all you can do is fight over me. Do either of you care about me? Not the seer, the fighter, the fool who takes all the risks, but me, Finn?" He stood shivering, suddenly bone-weary, and as they stared at him he crouched, hands to his head, his voice breaking. "I can't stand this anymore. I'm dying here, terrified, living between seizures, dreading the next one, I can't bear it anymore, I've got to get out, find out who I am! I have to Escape."
They were silent. Dust fell slowly through the beam of the lantern. Then Keiro sheathed his sword.
Finn tried to stop shivering. He looked up, dreading to see the mockery in Keiro's eyes, but his oathbrother held out a hand and pulled Finn up until they were face-to-face.
Gildas growled, "I care for you, you fool boy."
Keiro's eyes were sharp and blue. "Be quiet, old man. Can't you see he's manipulating us both, as ever? You're so good at that, Finn. You did it to the Maestra and you do it to us."
He released Finns arm and stepped back. "All right. Let's say we try to get out. Have you forgotten how she cursed you? A dying curse, Finn. Can we go up against that?"
"Leave that to me," Gildas snapped.
"Ah yes. Sorcery." Keiro shook his head in disbelief. "And how do we know the Key will open this door? Doors only open if Incarceron wants it."
Finn rubbed his chin. He made himself stand upright. "I need to try."
Keiro sighed. He turned away, gazing down at the fires of the Comitatus, and Gildas caught Finn's eyes and nodded. He seemed quietly triumphant.
Keiro swung back. "All right. But secretly. Then if we fail no one will know."
"You don't have to come," Gildas said.
"If he goes, I go."
As he said it his foot dislodged a scatter of birdmuck from the ledge; watching it fall, Finn thought he saw a shadow flicker below. He grabbed the chain. "Someone was there."
Keiro stared down. "Are you sure?"
"I thought so."
The Sapient pulled himself to his feet. He looked dismayed. "If it was a spy, if he heard about the Key, we're in trouble. Get weapons and food and meet me in ten minutes at the foot of the shaft." He looked at the Key, its rainbow shimmer. "I'll keep this."
"No you won't." Finn took it back firmly. "It stays with me.
As he turned away with it, he felt a sudden strange warmth in its heaviness, and glanced down. Under the eagle's claw a circle of paleness was fading. Inside it he thought he saw, just for a moment, the shadow of a face, staring at him.
A girl's face.
"I HAVE to confess that I detest riding." Lord Evian walked between the flowerbeds examining the dahlias attentively. "It all seems such an unnecessarily long way from the ground." He sat next to her on the bench and gazed out at the sunny countryside, the church steeple shimmering in the heat haze. "And then your father wanting to come home so abruptly! I do hope it wasn't some sudden illness?"
"I suppose he must have remembered something," Claudia said carefully.
The afternoon light warmed the honey-colored stone of the manor; it glinted on the dark gold waters of the moat. Ducks arrowed toward the floating bread; she threw more for them, shredding it in her fingers.
Evian's reflection showed his smooth face as he leaned over. His mouth said, "You must be a little anxious, as well as eager, about this marriage."
She tossed a crust to a moorhen. "Sometimes."
"I assure you, everyone says you'll manage the Earl of Steen without any problems. His mother dotes on him."
Claudia had no doubt of that. Suddenly she felt weary, as if the whole effort of acting her part was overtaking her. She stood, her shadow darkening the water. "If you'll excuse me, my lord, I have so much to see to."
He didn't look up, reaching his plump fingers to the ducks. But he said, "Sit down, Claudia
Arlexa."
His voice. She stared in astonishment at the back of his head. The nasal whine was gone. Instead he sounded strong and commanding. He looked up.
She sat, silent.
"This will come as a shock, I'm sure. I enjoy my disguise, but it can be tiresome." The oily smile was gone too, and that made him look different, his heavily lidded eyes a little tired.
Older.
"Disguise?" she said.
"Assumed persona. We all have them, don't we, in this tyranny of Time? Claudia, can we be overheard here?"