'Don't waste your breath. If you argue for a peaceful solution, General Trager nodded. "So that is why you work in the library. Otherwise a boy your age should be in service."

'I like books, sir, and I like working for Figgis," Gilwyn looked at the general hopefully. "But I've always wanted to be a horseman."

The general shook his head. "No chance. Not with a hand like that. Be grateful for your place here.

You wouldn't last a day in the Royal Chargers."

Gilwyn continued down the hall, hiding his reddened face from the men as he walked. Suddenly he was acutely aware of his limp and did what he could to conceal it. Yet even with his special shoe the limp was always there, shouting out his malformation. He was grateful none of the knights were laughing, but he could almost sense their smug smiles. Finally, he rounded a bend in the hall and came to Figgis' study.

The corridor was quiet and the study's door was closed. A tray of neglected tea and biscuits sat outside, cold and untouched. Inside, Gilwyn could hear Figgis paging madly through books. He knocked gently.

'Figgis?" he queried, pushing the door open slightly. "Can I come in?"

'Uh-huh," replied Figgis, hardly glancing up from his books. He was surrounded by manuscripts and papers. Maps and charts cluttered the floor, rising to his knees.

'Uh, Figgis, there are people here to see you."

'Tell them to be gone."

'Your attention, Figgis," said General Trager, shouldering past Gilwyn and entering the study. "I've already been delayed enough by the boy."

Figgis lifted his nose from his books. He looked exhausted. His red eyes widened when he recognized the general. "What are you doing here?"

The general sauntered into the room, his two men close behind. "I need to speak to you. It's urgent."

'No, general," countered Figgis. "What I'm doing right now is urgent. It's for the king, and you're interrupting me. Now if you don't mind- 'I'm here on the king's business, old one," said General Trager. "It's about this work you're doing."

I will speak against you. Akeela is wise to send an army. I have already told him so."

'Oh, of course you have." There was a sound like a fist being slammed. "Anything to lead amassacre."

'Curb your tongue," warned the general. "And do what you're told. You will continue your research.

And you will report your findings to me so that I may make arrangements for my army."

The conversation seemed to be ending, so Gilwyn began inching away. Suddenly the door to Figgis'

study slammed shut. Heavy footfalls entered the hall. Thinking quickly, Gilwyn ducked into an alcove and crouched out of sight just as General Trager and his entourage thundered past. The men were only a pace past him when Figgis hurried into the hall after them. Gilwyn pressed against the wall, a hair's breadth from being seen.

'Tell Akeela to forget it," shouted Figgis. "I won't research the amulet anymore, not if he insists on this invasion!"

General Trager turned on his boots. His voice dipped to a threatening growl. "Oh, yes you will, Figgis.

Because what do you think will happen to your precious Jadori if you don't?"

'You're a monster," Figgis sneered.

The general laughed. "You've always thought so, haven't you? You and that girl-pretty pretender Lukien. Well, let me tell you something-if you don't cooperate, I'm going to show your precious Jadori just how monstrous I can be."

'Yes, you'd do that just to spite me," spat Figgis. "You're a jealous bastard, Trager. You always have been."

'Why are we arguing, Figgis? We all want the same thing. You want to find the other amulet as much as Akeela does."

'No," said Figgis. "I'd never want another massacre. Great Fate, last time we killed Kadar's wife! Isn't that enough?"

'Bah," scoffed the general. "We won't win this quest with sentiment." He turned once again and started off down the hall. As he walked he called over his shoulder, "Do your job, Figgis. And have a report to me within the week."

He left Figgis smouldering alone in the hall. Gilwyn watched his mentor from the shadows, holding his breath. Figgis shook his head, cursing softly. The exhaustion on his face melted into total despair. Then, remarkably, he spoke.

'Gilwyn, get out here."

Gilwyn froze.

'I know you're there. I saw you."

Without a word Gilwyn stepped out of the alcove. Figgis would not look at him.

'That was very stupid of you to eavesdrop. If Trager had found you he would have skinned you alive."

'Figgis, I'm sorry. I-"

'Don't say anything, Gilwyn. And don't ask me any questions about what you overheard.

Understand?"

Gilwyn nodded. "All right. But- 'That's it," snapped Figgis. "Not another word." He still didn't look at Gilwyn; he simply turned around and retreated toward his study.

Confused, Gilwyn stood like a statue in the corridor, his head full of troubling questions.

-Tor three nights Cassandra waited for Gilwyn Toms to return to his secret balcony. And for three nights he did not show. Cassandra had risked everything in finding the boy, because she sensed that she could trust him and because he was the only one she knew that wasn't blind, other than Akeela. She had a mission for the young apprentice, a mission that couldn't be accomplished by any of her sightless servants. If Jancis or any of the others were to go missing, Akeela would surely notice. And Cassandra didn't want Akeela suspecting anything. He was lost in his new obsession over Grimhold, and was perfect for her scheme. Too enamored with the thought of reuniting with her, Cassandra knew Akeela would never suspect her plans. But her plans depended on Gilwyn, and Gilwyn was nowhere to be found.

It took Cassandra all of three days before Akeela told her that the library was closed. Figgis, Akeela explained, was doing research into Grimhold. Cassandra realized that the research was probably keepingGilwyn occupied as well, and she supposed it was why he hadn't come to his lofty hideout. But she needed to deliver a message to the boy, and time was of the essence. Cassandra knew that she could not risk going to the library herself. Even if she could be seen by human eyes, she didn't want anyone knowing it. That left only Jancis in her sphere of trust, but Jancis was blind and the library was closed.

There was simply no way to get a message to Gilwyn.

Cassandra brooded over her predicament, but only for a moment. Blindness, she decided, could be turned to an advantage.

pilence and suspicion hung over the library like a pall. Figgis continued his feverish research, refusing to speak to Gilwyn about his clash with General Trager. Gilwyn kept out of his mentor's way, dutifully performing his chores and keeping his thousand questions to himself. The conversation he had overheard played over and over in his mind as he worked, organizing the endless shelves of books after Figgis had gone through them like a whirlwind in his mad search for information about...

What?

Gilwyn still didn't know for certain, but he wasn't stupid either. He had been able to add up the disparate clues and knew that Figgis was researching Grimhold. He just didn't know why. And he didn't know why General Trager and Akeela were interested in Grimhold, either, or why the Jadori were involved. It was a fascinating mystery, but Gilwyn couldn't unravel it without help, and Figgis wasn't talking. So far, he wasn't even coming out of his study. The old man's silence left Gilwyn with a feeling of impending doom, for he knew that Figgis was suddenly miserable in his work.

And then there was the question of the amulet. Gilwyn frowned as he absently went about shelving books from his cart. He knew Akeela was searching for an amulet, and that was the greatest mystery of all. The idea excited Gilwyn, who had spent a good portion of his young life reading stories. An amulet bespoke adventure and magic, and Gilwyn was desperate to find out more about it. But all the books that might have told him more were in Figgis' study, jealously guarded by the master librarian. Gilwyn sighed, blowing a fog of dust off the book rack, then glanced down at the pile of manuscripts on his wooden cart. It would take another hour or more to finish shelving the books. Teku looked down at him from the top shelf of the rack, her big eyes drooping with weariness.

'Let's take a break," he told her.

The monkey quickly swung down from her perch to rest on his shoulder, and together they made their way toward the front of the library. They had just passed the main entry hall on their way to visit Mistress Delia for a confection when the hall rang with the sound of the door knocker.

'Oh, not again," groaned Gilwyn. He watched the arched doorway, hoping that the visitor would go away, but again the knocker sounded, even louder. It occurred to Gilwyn that it might be General Trager again, so he went to the door and pulled it open, prepared to apologize for keeping the man waiting.

Instead, a lovely woman greeted him. Though her head was hidden behind a cowl, Gilwyn could make out curls of dark hair falling over her forehead, streaked with a lightning bolt of silver. Her eyes darted about when she heard the door creak open. A faint smile curled her lips.

'Hello?" she asked uncertainly.

'Good day," said Gilwyn. He spied her face in the shadows of her cowl. She looked familiar.

'We're closed," he told her, continuing to study her. From the whiteness of her eyes, she appeared to be blind. "I'm sorry. There's a sign on the door, but I guess you couldn't read it."

'No," said the woman. "I can't see." Yet her sightless eyes fixed intently on Gilwyn. "I'm blind."

'Yes," said Gilwyn awkwardly. "I'm sorry." Then suddenly he understood. "Oh!" He looked back to make sure he was alone, then said, "I know you!"

The woman put a finger to her lips. "Shhh. You are Gilwyn?"

Gilwyn nodded excitedly. "You're Megal's friend, the one from the garden."

'I am." Her voice was a whisper. "I must speak with you."

'How did you make your way here? Are you alone?"

'Yes, I came alone," said the woman. "Gilwyn, you must listen to me. I have news from Megal."

wouldn't come looking for her. The night was clear and Cassandra could see the garden's broken statues in the feeble light, watching her. Stars were beginning to blink to life, and the moon had settledover Koth in a mid-month sliver. Cassandra's slippers crushed moss and leaves beneath her as she walked, slowly stalking through the neglected flora. A voice from the right startled her.

'Megal? Is that you?"

Cassandra turned to see Gilwyn emerge from behind a statue. His eager face shone in the moonlight.

He had dressed for the meeting, too, wearing the same expensive scarlet shirt he had at their first encounter.

'Yes, Gilwyn, it's me," said Cassandra. She glanced around. Sure no one could see, she pulled back her cowl to reveal her face. Gilwyn smiled when he saw her, all his lovesickness on full display. "I'm glad you came," she whispered. "You look lovely, Megal," said Gilwyn. "Gilwyn, it's not what you think," said Cassandra quickly. She took him by the arm and guided him out of the moonlight. When the concealing shadow of Lionkeep fell across his face, she whispered, "I have something to tell you, something very important. I'm afraid you won't believe me. But you must, do you understand?"

Gilwyn nodded, but Cassandra could tell that he didn't really understand. And how could she explain it to him? Magic, Grim-hold, her immortality-it all sounded like a fairy tale. And Gilwyn was a bright boy, not at all like some of the keep's stablehands. He would doubt her, at the very least. She led him toward one of the benches, a seat of granite that had been worn by time and weather. Gilwyn sat, looking up at her intently. She sat down next to him and bit her lip.

'Don't be nervous, Megal," said Gilwyn. "You can tell me anything."

Cassandra chuckled. "You're a nice boy, Gilwyn. But what I have to tell you will make you think I'm mad." Gilwyn shook his head. "No I won't. I promise." "You will," Cassandra insisted. "Because I'm not Megal.

Gilwyn stepped aside immediately and opened the door wide. "Yes, please, come in."

'I can't. No one must see me. Can you meet Megal in the garden tonight?"

'What? Tonight?"

'It's very important. And no one must know about it. It's a great secret, all right?"

'But I can't just-"

'Please, Gilwyn, you must. Megal will meet you in the garden an hour past dusk. You have to be there."

'Why? What's so important? Why can't she just come to the library to talk to me?"

'I can't explain," said the woman. "You just have to trust me." Her blind eyes looked pleadingly at Gilwyn. "Will you be there?"

Gilwyn's head was swimming. He wanted desperately to see Megal again. Any meeting, even a secret one, was a dream come true.

'All right," he agreed. "I'll be there."

The woman's shadowed face brightened. "Thank you," she whispered. "I'll tell my lady to expect you."

'Your lady?" asked Gilwyn.

The woman turned and strode quickly down the walkway. Gilwyn made to call after her but stopped himself. He would have to wait until tonight for answers.

'Teku," he whispered, "things are getting strange around here."

-L,'xactly an hour after dusk, Cassandra entered the forgotten garden. She wore the same brown cloak that Jancis had worn to the library and had snuck past Ruthanna and her other servants easily, for they were all involved in a word game that Jancis had arranged and were too loud and boisterous to notice the footfalls of their queen as she passed. The pretext had worked perfectly, and Akeela had been too busy making plans with General Trager to bother her much. As she stepped foot in the overgrown patch of weeds and wildflowers, she was confident her husband Megal is one of my housekeepers, Gilwyn." She looked at him squarely and said, "My name is Cassandra. I'm the queen."

Gilwyn looked shocked, but only for a moment. Soon he started laughing.

'Shhh!" Cassandra scolded. She looked around in a panic. "Not so loud!"

'I'm sorry," Gilwyn managed, "but really, you're funny!"

'I'm not lying." Cassandra put a hand to his face and turned him toward her. "I am Queen Cassandra.I've been locked in this bloody castle for sixteen years, kept young by this!" She pulled the Eye of God from beneath her cloak. It flared an angry scarlet, lighting Gilwyn's shocked face.

'What...?" Gilwyn reached out for the Eye, but didn't touch it. "I know this. I've seen it before..."

Cassandra was stunned. "You have? Where?"

Gilwyn shook his head. "No, it can't be." His fingers lightly brushed the amulet's surface.

'You said you've seen it before? Another amulet like this?"

'No," said Gilwyn, pulling his hand back.

'Gilwyn, please, tell me the truth. If you've seen another amulet like this one..."

'The truth?" Gilwyn smirked, an expression that looked out of place on his innocent face. "Why should I tell you anything? Who are you, really?"

Frustrated, Cassandra leapt to her feet. "I'm Queen Cassandra, damn it!"

'Queen Cassandra's an old woman! She's a crone, everyone knows that." Gilwyn frowned at Cassandra. "How could you be her?"

'Because of this amulet." Cassandra sat back on the bench, shoving the amulet beneath his nose. "This is the Eye of God. It keeps me young, keeps my cancer from killing me."

'What are you talking about?"