"Let go."
"I"m not holding anything,"
Keiro said. He turned his face away. Finn looked closer.
"But..."
His brother twisted to look at him and Finn was shocked by the anger in his eyes.
"It"s me, Finn. Don"t you realize? Are you that stupid? Me!"
The fingernail of his right forefinger. It was tight to the wall, and when Finn grabbed his hand and pulled on it, it stayed there, a small shield held to the magnet with an attraction nothing could break.
"Shall I let him go?"
The Prison said slyly. Finn looked at Keiro and Keiro looked back.
"Yes," he whispered.
With a violence that made them all wince, every piece of metal fell from the walls in one resounding crash.
CLAUDIA STOPPED.
"What was that?"
"What?"
"That noise!"
"There are always noises in the Prison. Please do go on about the Queen. She sounds so-"
"It came from down there."
Claudia stared down the dim archway she was pa.s.sing. She saw a low pa.s.sageway, barely head-high, roped with spiderwebs. Incarceron laughed, but there was a note of anxiety in its humor.
"To find Finn you must go straight on."
She was silent. Suddenly she sensed its tense presence all around her, as if it did not breathe, was waiting.
She felt small and vulnerable. She said, "I think you"re lying to me."
For a moment, nothing. A rat ran up the pa.s.sage, saw her, and slunk around.
Then the voice said thoughtfully, "Your idea of Finn is a foolishly romantic one; the lost Prince, the imprisoned hero. You remember a little boy and want it to be him. But even if Finn is really Giles, that was a lifetime away and a world ago and he is not the same now. I have changed him."
She stared up into the darkness. "No."
"Oh yes. Your father was right. To survive here men descend to the depths of their beings. They become beasts, not caring, not even seeing the pain of others. Finn has stolen, perhaps killed. How can such a man return to a throne, and govern others? How can he ever be trusted again? The Sapienti were wise, but they made a system without release, Claudia. Without forgiveness."
Its voice was chilling her. She didn"t want to listen, to be drawn into its persuasive doubts. She activated the Key, turned into the low pa.s.sage, and began to run.
Her shoes slithered on the rubble that littered the floor, bones and straw, a dead creature so desiccated, it collapsed as she jumped over it.
"Claudia. Where are you?"
It was all around her, before her, under her.
"Stop. Please. Or I will have to stop you."
She didn"t answer.
Ducking under an arch, she found three tunnels that met, but the Key was so hot now, it almost scorched her hand, and she plunged into the left-hand tunnel, racing past cell doors that hung open.
The Prison rumbled. The floor rippled, rose up under her like a carpet. She gasped as it flung her up; she landed with a cry, one leg bloodied, but picking herself up, she raced on, because it couldn"t be sure where she was, not with the Key. The world rocked. It tipped from side to side. Darkness closed in, noxious smells seeped from the walls, bats swirled in clouds. She wouldn"t scream. Clawing the stones, she pulled herself on, even when the pa.s.sageway lifted itself up and became a hill, a steep, slippery slope, and all the rubble that lay on it slid down on her.
And then, just as she wanted to let go and slither back, she heard voices.
KEIRO FLEXED his fingers. His face was flushed and his eyes would not meet Finn"s.
It was Gildas who broke the silence. "So I"ve been traveling with a halfman."
Keiro ignored him.
He looked at Finn, who said, "How long have you known?"
"All my life."
His oathbrother"s voice was subdued.
"But you. You were the one who hated them most. Despised them ..."
Keiro shook his head in irritation.
"Yes. Of course. I hate them. I have more cause to hate them than you. Don"t you see that they scare me stiff?"
He flung a glance at Attia, then yelled out at the Prison, "And you! I swear if I could ever find your heart, I"d slice it open!"
Finn didn"t know how he felt. Keiro was so perfect, all he had ever wanted to be. Handsome, bold, without flaw, alive with that zestful confidence he had always envied. He was never scared stiff.
"All my sons think that" Incarceron said slyly.