Incarceron (Incarceron, Book 1) by Catherine Fisher

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."
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    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
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    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.
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    "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.
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    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