Tower Fields, London

“Well, well,” said Ariadne, “wasn’t that a pretty little scene, then?”

It was deep night, and cold, so Ariadne had set herself a little fire amid a cleared space in the grass. She stood directly behind it, allowing the light of the flames to wash over her. Jane thought it made Ariadne look particularly malevolent, and realised this was a carefully staged scene.

So, Jane thought, Ariadne has used her powers of Mistress of the Labyrinth and pulled us back to her again. Myself and Noah.

Jane glanced at Noah, and saw with a little shock that she had indeed returned into Noah—although she still held herself with the pride and honour and power that she commanded as Eaving.

“You saw?” said Noah, showing no confusion at Ariadne’s precipitous action in pulling Noah and Jane to this place.

Ariadne’s mouth quirked. “I see most things,” she said. “Come, sit with me—” Ariadne sat herself gracefully on the ground as she said this, patting her hands to either side “—and partake of the wine and fruit I have brought to share.”

Noah hesitated, then walked about the fire to sit on Ariadne’s right, Jane seating herself on the witch’s other side. Ariadne moved back slightly, so that Noah and Jane could the more easily see her face, and she theirs. With her movement, Ariadne had changed the seating pattern so that the three women and the fire formed a rough circle.

“So,” said Ariadne, reaching out a hand and very briefly touching Noah’s face, “you’ve finally managed to tell your Brutus about his, um, how shall I say this, anticipated forestal divinity. He seemed shocked.” She shrugged. “I would consider it worrying that it has taken him all this time to realise.”

She cocked her head to one side, and smiled brilliantly. “But then, that isn’t my problem, is it? My problem is you, Noah. Or Eaving. Whomsoever you happen to be at present. Everyone appears to expect you to become Mistress of the Labyrinth, but Jane seems unwilling to teach you.”

Jane opened her mouth, but was forestalled from speaking when Ariadne held out a hand palm upwards commanding her to silence.

“Jane,” Ariadne continued, “is also concerned, Noah, about how I’ve managed to haul you here along with her. The power I use for this particular piece of magic is only supposed to touch trained, or women bred to be, Mistresses of the Labyrinth, after all. So Jane is anxious to know why you’re sharing this space with us. I’d like to hear your explanation for it as well. If you don’t mind.”

Again, that cocked eyebrow.

“I have no explanation,” said Noah.

The eyebrow went even higher. “Oh, come now, Noah. I really want to know why—”

“You are not surprised to see me here,” said Noah, her voice and manner calm. “If there is a reason for my presence, then you already know it.”

“Ah,” said Ariadne softly, “you are no fool, are you?”

Instead of answering Noah’s implied question, Ariadne turned her attention to Jane. “Everyone seems to expect you to hand over your powers, Jane. Noah has wanted it for years. Brutus wants it. He’d like nothing better than to be able to complete the Troy Game with the great love of his life…ahem, lives. This strange enigmatic Lord of the Faerie also seems to expect it, if I read his words to you this evening rightly.”

“If you can interpret his words, then I’d be glad to hear it,” said Jane.

Ariadne ignored her. “I’m sure the Troy Game is falling over itself wanting Noah to learn her arts as Mistress of the Labyrinth.”

At that Jane looked away. So that was why Catling came to Idol Lane! Of course…she should have realised it earlier.

“So, Jane,” Ariadne continued, “the question is, shall you teach her?”

Jane now studied Ariadne, unable to read the witch’s face. What did she want to hear?

“No,” she said eventually.

“Good answer,” Ariadne said, very softly. Her eyes switched back to Noah. “Jane shall not teach you, Noah. I shall. Jane could teach you, surely, but if I teach you, then I can turn you into the most powerful Mistress of the Labyrinth that has ever been. More powerful even than myself, if you can believe it.” She laughed prettily. “After all, you shall combine both labyrinthine arts with those of Eaving and of the land, shan’t you?”

Noah’s face was such a confusing mix of emotions that Jane might have laughed if she hadn’t been so angry. Ariadne to teach Noah? Why? Why?

And why was it Ariadne could spirit Noah here?

Jane looked back at Ariadne, and was not surprised to find her foremother watching her with an amused look.

“What is it about Noah, Ariadne? Why is she here? Why take such an interest in her? What is in it for you?”

Ariadne answered the last of Jane’s questions first. “Revenge,” she said. “Revenge is in it for me. I want to put Asterion away once and for all, and I want to see the Game flowering in all its glory and majesty. Noah is the one to do that.”

“But surely—” Jane broke off, wondering how to put her question so that it didn’t make her sound spiteful or vindictive.

“Why not one of my own blood, Jane? After all, it would take one of my own blood to be able to better my own skills, eh?”

Now Ariadne turned her eyes away from Jane and looked at Noah very, very carefully. “I have no intention of teaching anyone but my own blood, Jane,” she said.

For a moment there was a silence, Ariadne and Noah staring at each other, Jane looking between the two of them.

“No,” Noah whispered.

“Did you not realise, Jane,” Ariadne said, her eyes not moving from Noah, “that Noah is as much my daughter-heir as you?”

“What?” Jane said. She felt as if her heart had stopped.

No, Noah said, whispering the word with her power.

She moved as if to rise, but Ariadne reached out and snapped her hand closed about one of Noah’s wrists.

“If you’re here with me tonight,” said Ariadne, “if you have been a part of the Game since you were the whining little Mesopotaman princess, if it was you that Mag chose to hide within, and to be reborn within…then why was that? Why was that? Because you just happened to be handy? Because you just happened to be handy to the whims of gods?” Her head whipped around, and she stared at Jane. “And you, Jane. Why did you so instinctively hate her? Why work so assiduously to remove her? Why fear her so greatly?

“Why, why, why?” Ariadne said, her voice softening a fraction. “Why, why, why for all of this…if not for the fact that you, Cornelia-Caela-Noah, are as much my daughter as is Genvissa-Swanne-Jane?”