Bedlam. Derek Landy

be the infamous Valkyrie Cain, the girl who very nearly destroyed us all.”

      “I suppose I am,” Valkyrie responded. “How do you do?”

      “Very well, thank you,” Serafina answered, and swept her arm back. Her security person, the woman dressed in black, came up the steps. “Allow me to introduce my sister, Rune.”

      Rune was as tall as Skulduggery, and she had broad shoulders, an impressively square jaw and flat, expressionless eyes. Her dark hair was tied back in a functional bun, and she managed to make the suit she wore seem like a military uniform.

      “We’ve met before,” Skulduggery said.

      “I’m aware,” said Rune.

      A silence followed.

      “How was the journey?” China asked.

      “Long,” said Serafina. “How I miss the days when everyone had a Teleporter at their disposal.”

      “You miss them when they’re gone, don’t you? But don’t worry. Corrival Academy is training up the next generation of Teleporters and I’m sure they’ll be available to hire in a few short years.”

      “Quite,” said Serafina, and her smile dimmed a fraction before returning, as brilliant as ever.

      “Please come inside,” China said. “It’s far too cold to be standing out here like this.”

      Serafina gave a gentle nod, turned to the crowd and waved. This drove her supporters into a frenzy. It didn’t go down well with the protestors.

      One of them threw a bottle of water. It bounced harmlessly off the force field. Serafina blew a kiss.

      Valkyrie stood with Skulduggery, watching the procession as it threaded its way into the High Sanctuary. “Are we done now?” she asked once they were alone.

      “We are,” he said.

      The crowd started chanting competing slogans at each other as the Cleavers moved to break them up.

      “I talked to Caisson,” Valkyrie blurted.

      Skulduggery tilted his head at her.

      “I didn’t know how else to say it,” she said. “I thought blurting might be the best option.” She looked at the crowd. It was showing no signs of dispersing.

      “You must be talking about some other Caisson …” Skulduggery said slowly.

      “Nope,” she replied. “It’s the one you’re thinking of. You know, your son Caisson. He wanted to meet me and we met.”

      “First of all,” Skulduggery said, “he’s not my son.”

      “You don’t know that. You told me yourself, there are all kinds of magical ways to make a baby that don’t require the usual process.”

      “I’m going to say it again: he’s not my son. Second of all … why didn’t you tell me?”

      “I am telling you.”

      “Why didn’t you tell me before you met him? It could have been a trap.”

      “That’s why I didn’t tell you. It was a risk, but it was a risk I was ready to take. He had a proposal that he wanted to talk to me about. It was all very fine and undramatic. I mean, he’s obviously a very traumatised person, but he didn’t try to kill me or anything.”

      “Well … that’s a good start, I suppose.”

      “He did say he wanted to kill you, though.”

      “That hardly seems fair. The only bad thing I ever did to him was kill his mother, and she came back.”

      “That’s what I told him,” Valkyrie said. “I think he’s conflicted about the whole thing, but he still wants to kill you. So, this proposal of his. He claims to know how to find Doctor Nye, and he says he’ll tell me if I tell him where Greymire Asylum is.”

      Skulduggery tilted his head to the other side. “Greymire, eh?”

      “He says there’s a cure there – I think it’s called K-49 – that’ll help soothe his mind. So do you know where Greymire is?”

      “Not exactly.”

      “Can you find it?”

      “I don’t know.”

      Valkyrie frowned. “Is that doubt in your voice?”

      “Greymire Asylum doesn’t exist,” Skulduggery said. “Not officially anyway. It has no staff and it has no patients. No one knows anyone who’s ever worked there.”

      “OK, so it’s a secret psychiatric hospital.”

      “No,” Skulduggery said. “It’s not a psychiatric hospital at all. It’s what was once called a lunatic asylum, as barbaric as that sounds. Sorcerers driven mad by magic were sent there. Only the most dangerous. Only the worst cases. They were locked away so that the rest of us could forget about them.”

      “China would know where it is, wouldn’t she?”

      “She won’t tell us. I wouldn’t tell us, either. Greymire is best left forgotten.”

      “Well,” said Valkyrie, “that’s not really going to work for me.”

      “We’ll grab Caisson,” Skulduggery said. “The next time he comes to visit, we’ll grab him and send someone into his head. We’ll find out what he knows.”

      “No.”

      “Valkyrie—”

      “We’ve been looking for Nye for months and we haven’t come close to it. Caisson is our only lead, and I’m not going to risk that by trying something sneaky. Besides, his head is so messed up that I doubt a Sensitive would be able to learn anything useful, even if we did grab him. Caisson came to me with a proposal and I’ve accepted.”