Текст книги "Sapphique"

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The Prison was a being of beauty once. Its programme was love.

But perhaps we were too hard to love. Perhaps we asked too much of it. Perhaps we drove it mad.

LORD CALLISTON’S DIARY

Rix reached out with his Gloved hand, and from above a tiny pencil-thin light beam came down to touch him. It rippled softly over his palm, and after a while he nodded.

‘I see strange things in your mind, my father. I see how they made you in their own image, how you woke in the darkness. I see the people that inhabit you, I see all the corridors and cells and dusty dungeons where they live.’

‘Rix!’ Attia’s voice was sharp. ‘Stop this.’ He smiled, but didn’t look at her. ‘I see how lonely you are, and how crazed. You have fed on your own soul, my master.

You have devoured your own humanity You have fouled your own Eden. And now you want to Escape.’ You see a beam of light in your hand, Prisoner.

‘As you say. A beam of light.’ But the smile was gone now, and Rix raised the Glove so that the light caught a glitter of silver dust that fell through his open fingers.

The crowd gasped.

The dust fell and fell. There was too much of it. It became a cascade of tiny sparkles in a black sky

‘I see the stars,’ Rix said, his voice tight. ‘Beneath them lies a ruined palace, its windows dark and broken. I peep at it through the keyhole of a tiny doorway. A storm roars about it. It is Outside.’ Claudia gripped Atha’s wrist. ‘Is he . . ?’

‘I think it’s a vision. He’s done this before.’

‘Outside!’ She turned to the Warden. ‘Does he mean the Realm?’ His grey eyes were hard. ‘I fear so.’

‘But Finn . . .’

‘Hush, Claudia. I need to understand this.’ Furious, she stared at Rix. He was shivering, his eyes thin slits of white. ‘There is a way,’ he whispered, rapt.

‘Sapphique found it.’ Sapphique? Incarceron’s voice hummed and rumbled round the hail. And then it spoke again, and there was sudden fear in it, and wonder. How are you doing this, Rix? How are you doing this?

Rix blinked. For a moment he seemed shaken. The people were silent.

Then he moved his fingers, and the shower of silver became gold.

‘The Art Magicke,’ he breathed.

Jared stood back from the door. If Finn was beating on it, as he suspected, the sound did not come through.

He turned.

The Realm might be ruined but nothing in this room had changed. As the Portal straightened itself he felt the quiet hum of its mystery calm him, the grey walls and single desk focus his vision. He raised a shaking hand to his mouth and licked blood from the grazed skin.

Suddenly, fatigue rippled through him. All he wanted to do was sleep, and he slumped in the metal chair before the snowy screen and fought the desire to lay his head on the desk and close his eyes and forget everything.

But the snow held his gaze. Behind its mystery Claudia was trapped, and the Prison and the Realm were caught in that destruction.

He made himself sit up, wiped his face with a grubby sleeve, brushed the hair from his eyes. He took the Glove out and laid it on the grey metal surface. Then he made a few adjustments to the controls and spoke.

He used the Sapient tongue. He said, ‘Incarceron!’ The snow still fell, but its patterns changed, to a swirl of wonder. It answered him, its voice amazed. How are you doing this, Rix? How are you doing this?

‘I’m not Rix.’ Jared spread his fine hands on the desk and stared at them. ‘You spoke to me once before. You know who I am.’ I knew a voice like this, long ago. The Prison’s murmur hung in the still air of the room.

‘Long ago,’ Jared whispered. ‘Before you were old, and evil. When the Sapienti first created you. And many times since, in my endless journeying.’ You are Sapphique.

He smiled, wearily. ’I am now. And you and I, Incarceron, have the same problem. We are both trapped in our bodies.

Maybe we can help each other.’ He picked up the Glove and fingered its fine scales. ‘Perhaps the hour has come that all the prophesies tell of. The hour that the world ends, and Sapphique returns.’ Claudia said, ‘They’re out of their minds with terror. They’ll rush us and kill him.’ The crowd were increasingly disturbed. She could feel their panic, sense the urgency in the way they pushed forward, craning to see, their hot sweaty stench rising towards her.

They knew if Incarceron Escaped it was the end for them. If they began to believe Rix could do this, they would have nothing left to lose.

Attia grabbed Rix’s knife. Claudia lifted the firelock and looked at her father. He didn’t move, his eyes fixed in fascination on Rix.

She pushed past him, Attia with her, and together they edged round to stand on the steps between Rix and the crowd, even though it was futile, a mere gesture of defence.

I knew a voice like this, long ago, the Prison murmured. Rix laughed harshly. The words of his act seemed charged now, like prophecy.

‘There is a way Out. Sapphique found it. The door is tiny, tinier than an atom. And the eagle and the swan spread their wings to guard it.’ You are Sapphique.

‘Sapphique returns. Did you ever love me, Incarceron?’ The Prison hummed. Its voice was hoarse. I remember you.

Out of them all, you were my brother and my son. We dreamt the same dream.

Rix swung to the statue. He gazed up at its calm face, its dead eyes. ‘Keep very still,’ he whispered anxiously, as if for only the Prison to hear. ‘Or the danger is extreme.’ He turned to the crowd. ‘The time has come, friends. I will release him. I will bring him back!’

‘Again!’ Finn and Keiro threw themselves at the door but it didn’t even shudder. There was no sound from inside.

Breathless, Keiro turned his back to the ebony swan and said, ‘We could get one of those planks and—’ He stopped.

‘Hear that?’ Voices. The clamour of men in the house, men swarming up the rope in the stairwell, shadowy figures crowding the fragmenting corridor.

Finn stepped forward. ‘Who’s there?’ But he knew who they were even before the flickering lightning showed him. The Steel Wolves had come in a pack of silver muzzles, their eyes bright behind the masks of assassins and murderers.

Medlicote’s voice said, ‘I’m sorry, Finn. I can’t leave it like this. No one will be surprised if you and your friend perish in the ruins of the Wardenry. Then a new world will begin, without kings, without tyrants.’

‘Jared is in there,’ Finn snapped. ‘And your Warden...’

‘The Warden has given his orders.’ Pistols were raised.

Beside him, Finn felt Keiro’s arrogant defiance, that odd way he had of making himself taller, every muscle taut.

‘Our last stand, brother,’ Finn said bitterly.

‘Speak for yourself,’ Keiro said.

The Steel Wolves advanced, a tentative line across the corridor.

Finn tensed, but Keiro seemed almost languid. ‘Come on, my friends. A little closer, please.’ They stopped, as if his words made them nervous. Then, just as Finn had known he would, he attacked.

Jared held the Glove in both hands. Its scales were curiously supple, as if the centuries had worn them. As if only Time had worn the Glove.

Aren’t you afraid? Incarceron asked, curious.

‘Of course I’m afraid. I think I’ve been afraid a long time now’ He touched the ridged and heavy claws. ‘But what would you know about that?’ The Sapienti taught me to feel.

‘Pleasure? Cruelty?’ Loneliness. Despair.

Jared shook his head. ‘They wanted you to love too. Your Prisoners. To care for them.’ Its voice was a wistful draught, a crack of sound. You know you were the only one I ever loved, Sapphique. The only one I cared for. You were the tiny crack in my armour. You were the door.

‘Was that why you let me Escape?’ Children always escape from their parents, in the end. A murmur came through the Portal like a sigh down a long, empty corridor. I am afraid too, it said.

‘Then we must be afraid together.’ Jared slipped his fingers into the Glove. He pulled it on, firmly, and as he did he heard far-off a pounding, maybe on a door, maybe in his heart, maybe of a thousand footsteps crowding close. He closed his eyes. As the Glove enfolded it his hand chilled, became one with the skin. His neurons burned. The claws curled as he clenched them. His body became icy, and vast, and crowded with a million terrors. And then his whole being collapsed, shrivelling inward and inward down an endless vortex of light. He bent his head, and cried aloud.

I am afraid too. The Prison’s murmur rang through all its halls and forests, over its seas. Deep in the Ice Wing its fear snapped icicles, sent flocks of birds flapping over metal forests no Prisoner had ever crossed.

Rix closed his eyes. His face was a rigour of ecstasy. He flung out his arms and cried, ‘None of us need to be afraid ever again. Behold!’ Claudia heard Attia’s gasp. The crowd gave a great roar and surged forwards, and as she jumped back she turned her head and saw her father staring intently at the image of Sapphique. Its right hand was wearing the Glove.

Amazed, she tried to say, ’How. .. ?‘ but her whisper was lost in the tumult.

The statue’s fingers were dragonskin, its nails were claws.

And they were moving.

The right hand flexed; it opened and reached out as if groping in the dark, or searching for something to touch.

The people were silent. Some fell on their knees, others turned and fought their way back through the packed rabble.

Claudia and Attia stood still. Attia felt as if her amazement would burst through her, as if the wonder of what she saw, of what it meant, would make her scream aloud with fear and joy.

Only the Warden watched calmly. Claudia realized that he knew what was happening here.

‘Explain,’ she whispered.

Her father gazed at the image of Sapphique and there was a grim appreciation in his grey eyes.

‘Why, my dear Claudia,’ he said in his acid voice. ‘A great miracle is happening. We are so privileged to be here: And then, quieter, ‘And it seems I have underestimated Master Jared yet again.’ A firelock slashed the roof. One man was already down, crumpled and moaning. Back to back, Finn and Keiro circled.

The ruined corridor was a breathless tangle of light, slanted with darkness. A musket fired, the ball splintering wood at Finn’s elbow. He struck out, sweeping the gun aside, crashing the masked man back.

Behind him, Keiro fought with a snatched foil until it was broken, then threw it down and went in with bare hands. He moved with accuracy, savage and fast, and for Finn, beside him, there was no longer any Realm and no Incarceron, only the hot violence of blows and pain, a stab at the chest desperately fended off, a body flung against the panelling.

He yelled, sweat in his eyes, as Medlicote lunged at him, the secretary’s foil whipping double as it struck the wall, and instantly they were both grappling for the blade, and Finn had the man in a tight hold round the chest, forcing him down. Lightning flickered, showed Keiro’s grin, the steel flash of a wolf muzzle. Thunder growled, a low, distant rumble.

A burst of flame. It shot up, and by its light Finn saw the Wolves dive, breathless and bloodied as it slashed over them.

‘Throw your weapons down.’ Keiro’s voice was breathless and raw. He fired again, and they all flinched as plaster crashed in a white snow. ‘Throw them down!’ A few thuds.

‘Now lie down. Anyone still standing dies.’ Slowly they obeyed him. Finn tore off Medlicote’s mask and flung it away. Sudden fury burnt in him. He said,’! am King here, Master Medlicote. Do you understand?’ His voice was a rasp of wrath. ‘The old world has ended and there will be no more plotting and no more lies!’ He hauled the man up like a limp rag and slammed him against the wall. ‘I am Giles.

Protocol is over!’

‘Finn.’ Keiro came and took the foil from his hand. ‘Leave him. He’s half dead anyway.’ Slowly, Finn let the man go, and he slumped in relief. Finn turned to his oathbrother, gradually bringing him into focus, as if anger had been a rippling in the air.

‘Keep calm, brother.’ Keiro surveyed his captives. ‘As I always taught you. .

‘I am calm.’

‘Right. Well, at least you haven’t grown as soft as the rest of them out here.’ Keiro swung round and raised the weapon. He blasted it, once, twice, at the study door, under the angry swan, and the door shuddered and burst inwards.

Moving past him, Finn strode in through the smoke, stumbling as the Portal rippled its welcome.

But the room was empty.

This was death.

It was warm and sticky and there were waves of it, washing over Jared like pain. It had no air to breathe, no words to speak. It was a choking in his throat.

And then it was a grey brightness and Claudia stood in it, and her father, and Auth. He reached out to her and tried to speak her name, but his lips were cold and numb as marble and his tongue too stiff to move.

‘Am I dead?’ he asked the Prison, but the question murmured through hills and corridors and down cobwebbed galleries centuries old, and he realized that he was the Prison, that all its dreams were his.

He was a whole world, and yet he was a tiny creature. He could breathe, his heart was beating strongly, his eyesight was clear. He fit as a great worry had fallen from him, a great weight from his back, and maybe it had, maybe that was his old 4fe.And inside him there were forests and oceans, high bridges over deep crevasses, spiral staircases down to the empty white cells where his illness had been born. He had journeyed through it, explored all its secrets, fallen into its darkness.

Only he knew the riddle’s answer, and the door that led Out.

Claudia heard it. In the silence the statue rippled and it spoke her name.

As she stared at it she stumbled back, but her father gripped her elbow. ‘I’ve taught you never to be afraid,’ he said quietly. ‘And besides, you know who this is.’ It came alive, even as she watched. His eyes opened and were green, that intelligent, curious gaze she knew so well.

The delicate face lost its ivory and was flushed with life. The long hair darkened and swung, the Sapient robe glimmered in iridescent greys. He spread his arms and the feathers shimmered like wings.

He stepped down from the pedestal and stood before her.

Claudia, he said. And then, ‘Claudia.’ Words choked in her throat.

But Rix was leaping in the roaring adulation of the crowd; he caught Attia’s hand and made her bow with him in the storm of applause that went on and on, the howls of joy, the screaming cries that greeted Sapphique as he returned to save his people.

35

He sang his last song. And the words of that have never been written down. But it was sweet and of great beauty, and those that heard it were changed utterly. Some say it was the song that moves the stars.

SAPPHIQUE’S LAST SONG

Finn walked slowly to the screen and stared at it. It was no longer snowy, but clear and brilliant, and he could see a girl staring straight at him.

‘Claudia!’ he said.

She didn’t seem to hear him. Then he realized he was looking at her through someone else’s eyes, eyes that were very slightly blurred, as if the Prison’s gaze had tears in it.

Behind him, Keiro came close.

‘What in hell is going on in there?’ As if his words had triggered it, the sound snapped on, a burst of roaring and applause and howls of joy that made them wince.

Claudia reached out and took the Gloved hand. ‘Master,’ she said. ‘How have you come here? What have you done?’ He smiled his calm smile. ‘I think I have undertaken a new experiment, Claudia. My most ambitious research project yet.’

‘Don’t tease me.’ She clenched her fist on his scaled fingers.

‘I never betrayed you he said. ‘The Queen offered me forbidden knowledge. 1 don’t think this was what she meant.’

‘I never once thought you would betray me.’ She stared at the Glove. ‘These people all think you’re Sapphique. Tell them it’s not true.’

‘I am Sapphique.’ The noise that greeted his words was tremendous but he didn’t take his eyes off her. ‘He’s what they want, Claudia. And Incarceron and I will give them their safety.’ The dragon fingers curled round hers. ‘I feel so strange, Claudia. It’s as if you are all inside me, as if I’ve shed my skin and underneath is a new being, and I can see so much and I hear so many sounds and touch so many minds.

I am dreaming the dreams of the Prison, and they are so sad.’

‘But can you come back? Do you have to stay here for ever?’ Her dismay sounded weak, but she didn’t care, not even if her selfishness stood in the way of all Incarceron’s Prisoners. ‘I can’t do without you, Jared. I need you.’ He shook his head. ‘You will be Queen, and queens don’t have tutors.’ He reached out and put his arms round her and kissed her forehead. ‘But I’m not going anywhere.

You’ll carry me on your watchchain.’ He looked beyond her, at the Warden. ‘And from now on there will be freedom for us all.’ The Warden’s smile was narrow. ‘So, my old friend, you have found yourself a body after all’ Despite all your efforts, John Arlex.

‘But you haven’t Escaped.’ Jared shrugged, an odd, slightly alien movement. ‘Ah but I have. I’ve Escaped myself but I won’t be leaving. That is the paradox that is Sapphique.’ He made a small movement with his hand, and all the people gasped. Behind them, all around them, the walls lit and they saw the grey room of the Portal, its door crowded with watchers, and Finn and Keiro jerking back in surprise.

Jared turned. ‘Now we’re all together. Inside and Outside.’

‘Do you mean the Prisoners can Escape?’ Keiro snapped and Claudia realized they had heard everything.

Jared smiled. ‘Escape to what? To the ruin of the Realm?

We will make this their paradise, Keiro, just as it was supposed to be, just as the Sapienti always planned it. No one will need to Escape; I promise you that. But the door will be open, for those who wish to come and go.’ Claudia stepped back from him. She knew him so well, and yet he was different. As if his personality and another had intersected, two different voices fragmenting into one, like the black and white tiles on the floor of the hail, forming a new pattern, and that pattern was Sapphique. She glanced around, saw Rix transfixed, edging closer, Attia still and pale, staring up at Finn.

People murmured, echoing his words, passing them from one to another. She heard the promise reverberate through the Prison’s landscapes. But she felt desolate and sick, because once she had been the Warden’s daughter, and now she would be the Queen, and without Jared it would be another role to play, another part of the game.

Jared edged past her and walked down to meet the crowd.

They held out their hands and touched him, grasped the dragonglove, fell at his feet. One, a woman, sobbed, and he touched her gently, his hands round hers.

‘Don’t worry;’ the Warden said softly in Claudia’s ear.

‘I can’t help it. He’s not strong.’

‘Oh I think he is stronger than all of us.’

‘The Prison will corrupt him.’ Attia said it, and Claudia turned on her angrily. ‘No!’

‘It will. Incarceron is cruel, and your tutor is too gentle to control it. It will all go wrong just like it did before’ Attia was cold; she knew her words hurt but she still said them, and a bitter misery made her add, ‘And you and Finn won’t have much a kingdom either, by the looks of things.’ She looked up at Finn and he gazed back. ‘Come Out’ he said. ‘Both of you.’ Behind her Rix said, ‘Shall I open you a magic door, Attia?

And will I get my Apprentice back?’

‘No chance.’ Keiro flickered a blue glance at Finn. ‘The pay’s better out here.’ At the edge of the steps, Jared turned. ‘Well, Rix,’ he said.

‘Shall we see more of the Art Magicke? Make us a door, Rix.’ The sorcerer laughed. He took a small piece of chalk from his pocket and held it up, and the crowd stared. Then he bent over and drew with it on the marble floor where the statue had once stood. Carefully he drew the door of a dungeon, ancient and wooden, with a barred grille and a great keyhole and chains looped across it. On it he wrote SAPPHIQUE.

‘They all think you’re Sapphique’ he said to Jared, straightening. ‘But of course you’re not. I won’t tell them, you can trust me He came close to Attia and winked at her.

‘It’s all an illusion. There’s a patchbook like it. A man steals fire from the gods and saves the people with its warmth.

They punish him by binding him with a great chain for ever.

But he struggles and squirms, and at the world’s end he will come back. In a ship made of fingernails.’ Then he smiled at her sadly. ‘I’ll miss you, Attia.’ Jared reached out and touched the chalked door with the tip of a dragonclaw. Instantly it became real, and opened, the door falling inwards with a great clang, leaving a rectangular darkness in the floor.

Finn stepped back, bewildered. At his feet too the floor had swung down. The pit was black and empty.

Jared led Claudia gently to its edge. ‘Go on, Claudia. You’ll be there, and I here. We’ll work together, just as we always have She nodded, and looked at her father. The Warden said, ‘Master Jared, may I have a word with my daughter?’ Jared bowed and moved away.

‘Do as he says,’ the Warden said.

‘What about you?’ Her father smiled his cold smile. ‘My plan was for you to be Queen, Claudia. That was what I worked for. Perhaps it is time I did some work here, in my own realm. This new regime will need a Warden. Jared is far too lenient, and Incarceron too harsh.’ She nodded. Then she said, ‘Tell me the truth. What happened to Prince Giles?’ He was silent a while. He stroked his narrow beard with his thumb. ‘Claudia...’

‘Tell me.’

‘Does it matter?’ He looked at Finn. ‘The Realm has its king.’

‘But is he?’ His grey eyes held her. ‘If you are my daughter, you will not ask me.’ She was silent too. For a long moment they looked at each other. Then, formally, he lifted her hand and kissed it, and she gave him a low curtsy.

‘Goodbye, father,’ she whispered.

‘Rebuild the Realm,’ he said. ‘And I will come home at intervals, as I used to do. Perhaps from now on you will not dread my coming so much.’

‘I won’t dread it at all.’ She walked to the edge of the trapdoor, and glanced back at him. ‘You must come to Finn’s coronation.’

‘And yours.’ She shrugged. Then, with one last look at Jared, she walked down the steps of darkness inside the door, and they saw her climb up into the room of the Portal, Finn catching her hand and helping her Out.

‘Go on, girl,’ Rix said to Attia.

‘No.’ She was watching the screen. ‘You can’t lose both your Apprentices, Rix.’

‘Ah, but my powers have grown. Now I can conjure a winged being into life, Attia. I can bring a man from the stars. What a show I’ll take on the road! I’m made, for ever.

However it’s true I can always use an assistant. .

‘I could stay. . .’ Keiro said, ‘So you’re scared then?’

‘Scared?’ Attia glared up at him. ‘Of what?’

‘Of seeing Outside.’

‘What do you care?’ He shrugged, his eyes blue and cold. ‘I don’t.’

‘Right.’

‘But Finn needs all the help he can get. If you were in any way grateful . . .’

‘For what? I was the one who got the Glove. Who saved your life Finn said, ‘Come Out, Attia. Please. I want you to see the stars. Gildas would have wanted that.’ She stared up at him, silent, and made no move, and whatever she was thinking there was no trace of it on her face. But Jared, with the eyes of Incarceron, must have seen something because he came over and held her hand, and she turned and stalked down the steps of darkness, and into a strange shiver of space that twisted so that suddenly the steps were leading upward, and as Jared’s hand left hers another came down and hauled her up, a scarred, muscular hand with a scorched palm and a steel fingernail.

Keiro said, ‘Not so difficult, was it?’ She stared round. The room was grey and calm, it hummed with a faint power. Outside the door in a ruined corridor a few bruised men watched, sitting slumped against the wall.

They looked at her as if she was a ghost.

In the screen on the desk the Warden’s face was fading.

‘Not only will I come to the coronation, Claudia,’ he said.

‘But I will expect an invitation to the wedding.’ And then the screen was dark, and it whispered in Jared’s voice, So will I.

There was no way down so they climbed up the remains of the stairs to the roof.

Finn took out the watch; he looked at the cube a long moment, then he gave it to Claudia. ‘You keep this.’ She let the silver cube lie on her palm. ‘Are they really there? Or have we never known where Incarceron is?’ But Finn had no answer, and holding the watch tight, she could only climb after him.

The damage to the house horrified her; she fingered hangings that fell to pieces and touched the holes in walls and windows uncomprehendingly. ‘It can’t be possible. How can we ever put all this together again.’

‘We can’t,’ Keiro said brutally. He led them up the stone steps, his voice echoing back. ‘If Incarceron is cruel, Finn, so are you. You show me a glimpse of paradise and then it’s gone.’ Finn glanced at Attia. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said quietly. ‘To both of you.’ She shrugged. ‘As long as the stars haven’t gone.’ He stood aside for her on the final step. ‘No,’ he said. ‘They haven’t.’ She stepped out on to the stone battlements and stopped, and he saw it come into her face, the shock and the wonder he remembered for himself, and she gasped as she stared upwards.

The storm had swept the sky clear. Brilliant and fiery, the stars hung in their splendour, in their secret patterns, their distant nebulae, and Attia’s breath frosted as she gazed at them. Behind her Keiro’s eyes were wide; he stood still, transfixed by magic.

‘They exist. They really exist!’ The Realm was dark. The distant army of refugees huddled round campfires, flickers of flame. Beyond them the land rose in dim hills and the black fringes of forest, a realm without power, exposed to the night, all its finery as shrivelled and battered as the silk flag with its black swan that fluttered, shredded, over their heads.

‘We’ll never survive.’ Claudia shook her head. ‘We don’t know how to any more.’

‘Yes we do,’ Attia said.

Keiro pointed. ‘So do they’ And she saw, faint and far, the candlepoints of flame in the cottages of the poor, the hovels where the Prison’s wrath and fury had brought no change.

‘Those are the stars too,’ Finn said quietly.