Catherine Fisher - The Lost Heiress

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Dedication

Flainsdeath

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Games of Chance

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

The Tower of Song

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Artelans Well

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Standing in Line

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

The Falls of Keilder

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Teaser chapter

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First published in the United States 2011

by Dial Books for Young Readers

Published in Great Britain 1999 as The Interrex

by Random House Childrens Books UK

Copyright 1999 by Catherine Fisher

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Fisher, Catherine, date.

The lost heiress / by Catherine Fisher.

p. cm.(Relic Master ; [2])

Summary: Even though the city of Tasceron and its Emperor have fallen, when Master Galen and his sixteen-year-old apprentice, Raffi, hear a rumor that the heiress to the throne still lives, they must try to find her and keep her safe.

eISBN : 978-1-101-51614-0

[1. Fantasy. 2. ApprenticesFiction.] I. Title.

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To Maggie and Roger

THE STRAIN ON HIS ARMS was agony. Clutching the rope, he hauled himself up, hand over hand, gripping with aching knees and ankles.

Hurry up! The Sekoi leaned precariously from the tower ledge above, its seven fingers stretching for him. Behind it the Maker-wall glimmered in the light of the moons.

Raffi gave one last desperate pull, flung his hand up, and grabbed. A hard grip clenched on his; he was dragged onto the ledge and clung there, gasping and soaked with sweat.

Not bad, the creature purred in his ear. Now look down.

Below them, the night was black. Somewhere at the towers smooth base Galen was waiting, a shadow with a hooked face of moonlight, staring up. Even from here Raffi could feel his tension.

Now what?

The window. Delicately the Sekoi put its long hand out and wriggled it through the smashed, patched pane. A latch clicked. The casement creaked softly open.

The creatures fur tickled Raffi as it whispered, In you go.

Raffi nodded. Silently he swung his feet and slithered over the sill, standing in the still room.

In the moonlight he sent a sense-line out, feeling at once the tangled dreams of the man in the bed, the sleeping bodyguards outside the door, and then, as he groped for it, the bright mind-echo of the relic, the familiar blue box.

It was somewhere near the bed.

He pointed; the Sekoi nodded, its yellow eyes catching the light. Raffi began to cross the room. He knew there was no one else here, but if Alberic woke up and yelled, there soon would be. The tiny man seemed lost in the vast bed, its hangings purple and crimson damask, heavy and expensive. Beside the bed was a table, a dim shadow of smooth wood, and he could just see the gleam of a drawer-handle. The relic box was in there.

Galens box.

Inch by inch, Raffis hand moved toward the drawer.

Alberic snuffled, turned over. His face was close to Raffi now; a sly face, even in sleep. Soundlessly, Raffi opened the drawer, pushed his fingers in, and touched the box. Power jerked through him; his fingers clenched on it and he almost hissed with the shock. Then it was out, and shoved deep inside his jerkin.

Glancing back, he saw the Sekois black shape breathless against the window; behind it the stars were bright. He backed, carefully.

But Alberic was restless, turning and tossing in his rich covers; with each step back Raffi felt the dwarfs sharp mind bubbling up out of the dark, a growing unease. As he turned and grabbed the window he felt the moment of waking like a pain.

Alberic sat bolt upright. He stared across the dark room; in that instant he saw them both, and a strangled scream of fury broke out of him. In seconds Raffi was out, slithering down the rope after the Sekoi, so fast that the heat seared the gloves on his hands, and as he hit the bottom and crumpled to his knees he heard the dogs erupt into barking and the screeching of Alberics wrath.

Galens hand grabbed him. Have you got it?

Yes!

The dwarfs head jutted from the high window. Galen Harn! he screamed, his voice raw. And you, Sekoi! Ill kill you both for this!

He seemed to be demented with rage; someone had to haul him back inside. Ill kill you! he shrieked.

But the night was dark. They were already long gone.

Flainsdeath

1

As the Makers shaped the world, Kestbegan to brood in his secret place,remembering the scorn of Flains andTamars jokes. And in a cave under theice he began his experiments, making tinybeasts from parts of others, giving them

forbidden life. And these things he kepthidden from Flains wrath.

Book of the Seven Moons

Are you sure youve got everything? Rocallion asked anxiously.

Raffi finished arranging the black and green beads and looked around. Maybe a few more candles.

Ill get them sent up. Will the keeper be ready?

They both glanced across the dim room. Galen was sitting by the fire, in an upright chair. He seemed to be daydreaming, staring deep into the flames, but when Raffi reached out for the keepers soul, he couldnt find it; it was walking far away in some place he hadnt yet learned to reach. Hell be ready in his own time.

Rocallion nodded, pulling berries nervously off the holly. He was a young man to be franklin of so big a manor, Raffi thought, but he seemed to run it well. The fields theyd traveled through yesterday had been wellplowed, the cottages in good repair. And now Rocallion was worried; it made Raffi worry too.