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Chapter 402: Six Weeks
Lena found him that night, the way she always did, without being asked.It was nearly midnight. Zara had gone back to the Silver wing, where she'd moved that afternoon into a room of her own with a window and a radiator that actually worked, and Theo was asleep in the attic, snoring gently. Alexander couldn't sleep. He'd walked down to the terrace above the frozen lake and was standing at the stone balustrade in his coat, looking up at the mountains in the moonlight, when he heard her footsteps on the flagstones behind him.She came and stood beside him at the balustrade without saying anything. She was wearing her long black coat with the collar turned up, and her black hair was loose for once, falling in a sleek curtain around her pale face. In the moonlight, her gold eyes looked almost silver.They stood there together for a long time in the cold, not talking."You didn't take the Gold pin," she said finally."No.""Good." She smiled faintly. "It wouldn't have suited you.""Dame St
Chapter 401: The Ranking
The mid-year ranking was announced on a Monday morning in early February, in the Great Hall, in front of every student at Aldermoor.It had been nearly two weeks since the glacier. Two strange, quiet weeks, in which the castle had felt like a house after a funeral. The story had been in every newspaper in Switzerland, though Inspector Haller had kept the most important details out of it. A Silver student at an elite academy had kidnapped a classmate and held her for ransom on a glacier. The kidnapper had escaped from hospital custody. An international manhunt was underway. Isabella Moreau's father had flown in from Paris with six bodyguards and stayed for three days, and Dame Sterling had spent most of those three days shut in her tower with him, and when he left, his face had been gray and thoughtful, and he'd shaken Alexander's hand in the courtyard without a word.Nobody had mentioned the Whale Mark. Nobody outside a very small circle knew that it had ever been on the mountain at a
Chapter 400: Rescue
The police helicopter landed on the col above the Founders' Hut at eleven-forty that night, its searchlight sweeping the snow, its rotors throwing up a blizzard that rattled the hut's single window in its frame.Inspector Haller came down the slope first, with four armed officers in white winter gear behind her, and stopped in the doorway of the hut and looked at the scene in front of her for a long moment without saying anything.Priya Nair sat on the floor against the far wall with her hands zip-tied behind her and her face turned away from the room. Damien Ashcroft lay on one of the wooden bunks with a blood-soaked sleeve and Alexander's scarf knotted tightly around his upper arm, very pale but awake, swearing quietly in an endless stream. And Isabella Moreau sat in the chair by the stove, her bonds cut, wrapped in two gray blankets, with Alexander kneeling on the floor in front of her holding both her hands in his."Well," Haller said finally. "I see you've started without me."--
Chapter 399: The Hut
It took Alexander forty minutes to get Damien out of the crevasse, and afterward, he couldn't remember most of it.He remembered driving the snow anchor deep into the slope and clipping the rope to it, so that the anchor took Damien's weight instead of him. He remembered crawling forward on his belly to the edge of the hole, inch by inch, with the wind screaming over his back and the snow crumbling under his hands. He remembered looking down into the crevasse for the first time, a narrow blue throat dropping away into blackness, and seeing Damien hanging on the rope six meters below, his face white, his headlamp swinging in lazy circles against the walls.He remembered telling Damien what to do. Kick his crampons into the wall. Use the prusik loops on his harness to climb the rope, one loop at a time, the way the guides had shown everyone at the safety briefing on Monday. He remembered Damien saying he couldn't, he couldn't, his hands were too cold, and himself saying, very calmly, th
Chapter 398: Whiteout
The storm reached the glacier at four o'clock in the afternoon, and within twenty minutes, Alexander couldn't see his own hand in front of his face.It came in from the west like a wall. One moment the sky was still blue overhead and the marker poles were stretching away across the snow in a clear red line. Then the gray cloud bank that had been creeping over the peaks all afternoon tumbled down the upper glacier toward them, and the wind hit, howling, flinging snow sideways so hard that it stung like sand. The light went flat and gray. The horizon disappeared. The ground and the sky became the same color, and there was nothing in any direction but white.Team Iron had just reached the top of the crevasse field when it hit. They were roped together, the way the route required on the glacier, ten meters of rope between each of them. Alexander could feel the rope tug at his harness behind him, but he couldn't see Zara at the other end of it, only a faint red smudge where her hat was."S
Chapter 397: The Endurance Trial
The replica arrived at Aldermoor at eleven o'clock on Wednesday night, in a small wooden box carried up the mountain by Clara Vogel herself, who had driven three hours through the snow because she said she didn't trust a courier with it.She opened the box on the desk in the attic, under the single lamp, while Alexander and Lena and Felix and Zara and Theo crowded around her.Inside, on a bed of gray felt, lay a small black whale.Alexander took the real Mark out of his boot and laid it beside the copy. Then he stepped back and looked at them both, and for a long moment he honestly couldn't tell which was which. The same smooth, dark volcanic stone. The same gentle curve of the back, the same tiny ridge where the tail flared, the same deep polish that seemed to drink the lamplight. Even the weight in his palm felt the same."Obsidian," Clara said quietly. "From the same volcanic field in the Eolian islands as the original, I think. My grandfather has had a piece in the workshop for fo
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