The Lost Labyrinth by Will Adams Page B

of stern-faced portraits to a high-stepped spiral staircase. Kiko’s heart swelled briefly at the prospect of sleeping in one of the turret rooms, but they headed along another corridor instead to a rather shabby bedroom with two sagging single beds. ‘The girls will be sleeping in here,’ he said, nodding to them to stay while one of the servants unpacked their luggage.
    ‘What about me and Kiko?’ asked his mother.
    ‘You’re further along.’
    ‘We want to be together.’
    ‘We have a full house this weekend. This is the best we can do.’
    ‘Then we’ll all be fine in here, thank you.’
    ‘Nonsense,’ said Alexei. ‘My grandfather would never forgive me if I didn’t make you all as comfortable as possible.’
    ‘But I assure you we—’
    ‘You’re coming with me,’ said Alexei. They followed him and the second servant to anotherset of stairs. ‘I don’t like this, Mama,’ murmured Kiko. ‘I want to go home.’
    She put her hand on his shoulder. ‘Everything’s going to be fine, sweetheart, I promise.’
    Alexei showed them next to Kiko’s room. It was grander by far than his sisters’. It had its own fireplace and chairs and desks and tapestries on the wall and huge cream curtains that could be opened and closed by pulling on a rope, and a four-poster bed hung with pink silk decorated with roses. He threw his mother a pleading glance as Alexei led her off to her own room. She gave him just the hint of a wink before she left, asking him to play along for the time being, promising it would be all right.
    It was another ten minutes before he heard footsteps outside and then she came back in, carrying her bag. ‘You’re staying with me?’ he asked eagerly.
    ‘The bed’s big enough, isn’t it?’ she smiled.
    ‘It’s big enough for a king!’ he cried, climbing up onto it, then jumping up and down.
    ‘Careful, now,’ she admonished. ‘We don’t want to break anything.’
    Kiko nodded and went to the mullioned window, cupped his hands around his eyes, the better to see. Three black limousines with tinted windows were coming in across the drawbridge, their headlights sweeping across the castle’s interior. A canvas canopy had been erected outside the keep’s frontsteps since they’d arrived, and the cars stopped one by one beneath it. He could hear their doors opening and closing, the cheerful chatter of guests as they made their way inside.
    ‘What’s got you so riveted?’ asked his mother, putting her hands upon his shoulders, laying a kiss on his crown.
    ‘People,’ said Kiko. ‘Lots of them.’
    ‘Wow!’ she said. ‘There are a lot, aren’t there?’
    ‘What do you think that canopy is for?’ he asked.
    ‘I suspect it must be to keep all these guests dry from the rain.’
    ‘But it’s not even raining.’
    ‘Yes. But they weren’t to know that when they put it up, were they?’
    ‘I think it’s to stop those cameras in the sky from seeing who they all are,’ declared Kiko, who had a fondness for spy films.
    His mother ruffled his hair affectionately. ‘You do have an imagination, don’t you?’ she said, drawing the curtains and leading him away.
    ‘Yes,’ he smiled. ‘I suppose I must.’

I
    Edouard tapped Mikhail Nergadze’s address into his Mercedes’ SatNav, only to discover that someone had been making mischief, downloading a husky-voiced woman to deliver breathy doubleentendre instructions. ‘After eighty metres, unnh , turn hard left,’ she urged, triggering in Edouard a sudden welcome memory of the one time he’d ever come even close to infidelity, tempted into a seedy Kiev escort bar by boredom and a leather-clad whore in icing-sugar make-up, then having to spend an exorbitant sum on champagne before he could negotiate his escape.
    ‘Right turn ahead. Get ready. Yes. Yes. Yes. Now !’
    He turned her down as low as he could, then lost himself in a brown study, brooding on Ninaand the kids, how to help them. Maybe he should get in touch with