the Queen-that-was comes back to life and becomes the Queen-that-will-be, all in a circle. Do you follow me?â
âNot really,â said Julie.
âThe queen is dead, long live the queen?â said Aisling.
âExactly,â said Jo Maxi. âIt was a trick they played on Death when they were one person, to keep the City in decent hands. Split one life into three and play pass-the-parcel with the crown. Only nowadays ⦠well, they had a small little difference of opinion that ended in one of the queens running away, one of them taking the throne, and one of them being locked up. All three of them alive at the one time.â He shuddered visibly. âItâs not natural, so itâs not! The Queen-that-was is hanging in a cage at the top of the Tower of Light, and there are worms crawling in her wounds and birds pecking at her flesh â but she canât die. The Queen-that-is wonât let her die.â
âIf she were to die, the cycle would begin,â said Abayomiolorunkoje. âThe Queen-that-is keeps her alive so that there will be no cycle any more, only one queen on the throne forever.â
âThatâs horrible!â said Julie.
âIt is,â said Aisling, âbut it doesnât explain the curfew.â
âWill you let the priest say Mass?â said Jo Maxi, irritated. âI was getting to that bit!â
âSorry.â
âChiselers today have no patience. âN anyway, why they fought they never said. Not to the likes of us. But the gates were closed and the guards were raised against invaders and spies, so that was probably it.â
âInvaders?â said Julie.
âIs a pretext,â said Prawo Jazdy. âIs true the queen fears invaders, but she also wishes for no one to take the Queen-that-will-be out of the City. She wishes to capture the Queen-that-will-be, to imprison her like she imprisoned the Queen-that-was. That is why the curfew ââ
âShh!â said Abayomiolorunkoje.
âWalls have ears, you sap!â said Jo Maxi.
âI was not going to say her name!â
âDonât even come close to saying it!â said Abayomiolorunkoje. âShe can find those who talk about her!â
âBut I did not say her name! I am not stupid!â
âWho are you talking about?â said Aisling.
All three men turned to look at her, and Julie did too, putting on her best pitying face. Aisling slapped her forehead. âSorry. Stupid question. You canât talk about her. OK.â
âAnyone the queen even thinks might be in league with the invaders, or with the Queen-that-will-be, or the Queen-that-was, or ⦠your woman we canât talk about ⦠gets grabbed by the guards,â said Jo Maxi. âThe Towerâs bursting with prisoners.â
âWhat about the Wormwood Gate?â said Julie. âIs it really the only way out of the City? And if it is, how can we find it?â
The three men exchanged more wary glances. âYour woman would know,â said Jo Maxi. âSheâs good at finding things.â
âShe is also good at not being found,â said Abayomiolorunkoje. âNo one even knows what forms she can take.â
âThereâs one or two we know about â the dog and the butterfly â
âBut she has died at least eight times,â said Prawo Jazdy. âSo what are six other forms? Nobody knows. She could be one of seagulls guarding the Queen-that-was.â
âShe wouldnât!â said Jo Maxi, scandalised. âSheâd never â she made a promise .â
Julie leaned over and murmured to Aisling, âThere was a horse when we came through the gate, wasnât there?â
Aisling nodded. âIâd forgotten, but youâre right. It knocked us over, and then here we were. Well, not here, but, you know. Here .â
The men stopped their argument and stared at them.
âWhat horse was this?â