Incarceron (Incarceron, Book 1) by Catherine Fisher Page A
Authors: Catherine Fisher
Tags: Fiction, Children's Books, Fantasy, Juvenile Fiction, Fantasy & Magic, Children's Books - Young Adult Fiction, Ages 9-12 Fiction, Science Fiction; Fantasy; & Magic, Children: Young Adult (Gr. 10-12), Prisoners, Prisons
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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?"
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"It's safer than the house."
"Yes." He turned on the bench, the pale silk suit rustling, and she caught a waft of the exquisite perfume he doused himself with. "Listen to me now. I have to speak with you, and this may be the only chance. Have you ever heard of the Steel Wolves?"
Danger. There was danger here and she had to be very careful. She said, "Jared is a thorough teacher. The Steel Wolf was the heraldic symbol of Lord Calliston, who was found guilty of plotting treason against the Realm, and was the first Prisoner to enter Incarceron. But that was centuries ago."
"A hundred and sixty years," Evian murmured. "And that's all you know?"
"Yes." It was true.
He glanced quickly across the lawns. "Then let me tell you that the Steel Wolf is also the name of a secret organization of courtiers and ... shall we say ... malcontents who long for release from the endless playing at an idealized past. From the tyranny of the Havaarnas. They ... we ... would have the Realm ruled by a queen who cared for her people, who would let us live as we want. Who would open Incarceron."
Her heart thudded with fear.
"Do you understand what I'm saying, Claudia?"
She had no idea how to deal with this. Biting her lip she watched Medlicote come out of the gatehouse and look around for them. "I think so. You're one of this group?"
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He had seen the secretary too. He said swiftly, "I may be. I'm taking a great chance talking to you. But I think you're not so much your father's daughter."
The secretary's dark figure crossed the drawbridge and strode toward them. Evian waved limply. He said, "Think about it. There are not many who would mourn the Earl of Steen." He stood. "Are you looking for me, sir?"
John Medlicote was a tall man of few words. He bowed to Claudia and said, "I was, my lord. The Warden sends his compliments and begs me to inform you that these dispatches have arrived from Court." He held out a leather satchel.
Evian smiled and took it daintily. "Then I must go and read them. Excuse me, my dear."
Claudia dropped an awkward curtsy, watching the small man stroll beside the grave servant, talking lightly of the prospects for the harvest, tugging documents out to read. She crumbled bread between her fingers in silent disbelief.
There are not many who would mourn the Earl of Steen.
Was he talking about assassination? Was he sincere, or was it some plan of the Queen's to trap her, to test her loyalty? If she reported it or kept silent, either way might be a mistake.
She tossed the bread on the dark water, watching the bigger mallards with their green-sheened necks peck and bully the smaller ones aside. Her life was a labyrinth of plots and pretense, and the only person she could trust in all of it was Jared.
119
She dusted her fingers together, cold in the sun. Because he might be dying.
"Claudia." Evian had returned; he held a letter up between plump fingers. "Good news, my dear, of your fiancé." He looked at her, his face unreadable. "Caspar is traveling nearby. He will be here tomorrow."
It shook her. She smiled rigidly and threw the last crumbs onto the water. They floated for seconds. Then they were snatched away.
***
KEIRO HAD stuffed a pack with plunder--fine clothes, gold, jewels, a firelock. It must have been
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?"
117
"It's safer than the house."
"Yes." He turned on the bench, the pale silk suit rustling, and she caught a waft of the exquisite perfume he doused himself with. "Listen to me now. I have to speak with you, and this may be the only chance. Have you ever heard of the Steel Wolves?"
Danger. There was danger here and she had to be very careful. She said, "Jared is a thorough teacher. The Steel Wolf was the heraldic symbol of Lord Calliston, who was found guilty of plotting treason against the Realm, and was the first Prisoner to enter Incarceron. But that was centuries ago."
"A hundred and sixty years," Evian murmured. "And that's all you know?"
"Yes." It was true.
He glanced quickly across the lawns. "Then let me tell you that the Steel Wolf is also the name of a secret organization of courtiers and ... shall we say ... malcontents who long for release from the endless playing at an idealized past. From the tyranny of the Havaarnas. They ... we ... would have the Realm ruled by a queen who cared for her people, who would let us live as we want. Who would open Incarceron."
Her heart thudded with fear.
"Do you understand what I'm saying, Claudia?"
She had no idea how to deal with this. Biting her lip she watched Medlicote come out of the gatehouse and look around for them. "I think so. You're one of this group?"
118
He had seen the secretary too. He said swiftly, "I may be. I'm taking a great chance talking to you. But I think you're not so much your father's daughter."
The secretary's dark figure crossed the drawbridge and strode toward them. Evian waved limply. He said, "Think about it. There are not many who would mourn the Earl of Steen." He stood. "Are you looking for me, sir?"
John Medlicote was a tall man of few words. He bowed to Claudia and said, "I was, my lord. The Warden sends his compliments and begs me to inform you that these dispatches have arrived from Court." He held out a leather satchel.
Evian smiled and took it daintily. "Then I must go and read them. Excuse me, my dear."
Claudia dropped an awkward curtsy, watching the small man stroll beside the grave servant, talking lightly of the prospects for the harvest, tugging documents out to read. She crumbled bread between her fingers in silent disbelief.
There are not many who would mourn the Earl of Steen.
Was he talking about assassination? Was he sincere, or was it some plan of the Queen's to trap her, to test her loyalty? If she reported it or kept silent, either way might be a mistake.
She tossed the bread on the dark water, watching the bigger mallards with their green-sheened necks peck and bully the smaller ones aside. Her life was a labyrinth of plots and pretense, and the only person she could trust in all of it was Jared.
119
She dusted her fingers together, cold in the sun. Because he might be dying.
"Claudia." Evian had returned; he held a letter up between plump fingers. "Good news, my dear, of your fiancé." He looked at her, his face unreadable. "Caspar is traveling nearby. He will be here tomorrow."
It shook her. She smiled rigidly and threw the last crumbs onto the water. They floated for seconds. Then they were snatched away.
***
KEIRO HAD stuffed a pack with plunder--fine clothes, gold, jewels, a firelock. It must have been
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