"He doesn't deserve treatment that good, Ruby," Angus said quietly. He was as angry as the rest of them. Robert examined the fruit in the bowl and then put it back, understanding its significance.
"I'm quite sure that anyone kept here was not given food or water, so when they found this bowl of fruit, if they were desperate enough, they ended up poisoning themselves. This may be one of the most dangerous places we've ever been," he told them. "It's clear to me that this building was designed so that you could just walk into but you couldn't walk out of.
"I think it's designed like a spider's web," he explained. "It invites you to go deeper and deeper, but the deeper you go, the more impossible it gets to get out because, I think we're going to find that the magic reverses itself upon you and, like a spider in a web, it fully intends for it's victims to never get out. Our night might have just begun, I'm afraid. We may well find some of our spells are disabled here. We might not just be walking out, and we might not be just apparating home either."
He had every intention of destroying this building with or without the help of the French Ministry of Magic. He was going to tell them about this place and get either their help or permission to shut it down for good. It wouldn't put Gelding out of business but it certainly would bite heavily into Gelding's operations. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of stone grating against stone. Something was moving. He was looking for moving walls or moving floors, but instead, coming around a corner was Marcus, and he had Khaat with him.
"Oh, thank god," Robert said, and he and Brian went to them immediately. Both Khaat and Marcus were in sorry shape. Khaat was clinging on to Marcus as best she could and her face was pressed into his chest. They were both filthy dirty, heavily bruised and bleeding. Robert knew without examining them closely that these were marks of some sort of torture. Khaat was only semiconscious, and that was highly concerning to him. "What happened?"
"Later," Marcus told him. Marcus didn't actually want to tell Robert what the two of them had been through. Some things were best left unsaid. "She's been filled with muggle drugs. I'm not sure she's aware of much of anything anymore except that she's with me. She knows I would not leave her, and she's hung onto that. The best thing for her is going to be to sleep it off when we get into a safe place."
"When I get my hands on that sonofa..." Brian seethed. It was all he could do to hold in his rage.
"Oh, we're going to get him," Robert looked at Brian, committed like never before to get Thomas Gelding. "Have no doubt. We will get him, and he's going to pay for every bruise and every mark he's put on them and on every person he's ever held here. I want him in Azkaban for the rest of eternity. For the rest of his life isn't good enough. I want his bones to turn into dust there so that generations will grind him into the floor."
"Do you know how to get out, Marcus?" Edward asked. "Do we just turn around and go out the way we came?"
"No. that's when the illusions really begin," Marcus said. "You can come in this way with no trouble, but you can't get out that way. The only way is to go deeper in, right to the very heart of the building. I heard someone talking at one point. Must have been a guard. The only way out is in. There's some sort of a secret exit at the dead center of the maze. Sounded like it was perhaps some sort of tunnel, but I can't be sure about that. That's the way out, though, because that's where they were headed."
"Do you want me to take her from you?" Robert asked.
"I mean to keep my word to her," Marcus said. "I promised her I'd get her out, and I will. I can manage her if you lot can fight off whatever comes at us from here on in."
"Nothing's going to touch the two of you," Brian promised him. It was more than apparent to Brian that Marcus was barely on his feet and not up to a huge skirmish unless his life depended on it, so taking Khaat from him seemed a poor idea. Much as he wanted to be the one to pick her up and carry her, Brian knew that if he took Khaat himself, he would take from the team one healthy, experienced fighter and reduce the strength of the team. If he left Khaat in Marcus's care, Marcus was yet able to manage that, leaving them yet with the full strength of the team. Brian looked at the others. "We need to put Marcus and Khaat at the center of us so the rest of us can surround them because they aren't able to handle any full sized attack. We can. If Gelding thinks he's going to keep her for James, he'll have to get past the rest of us to do it. We got this far, and we can get out--all of us."
Edward went over to Marcus and drew a huge 10 oz flask from inside his jacket. "Water," he said, opening the flask and passing it to Marcus.
"Bless you," Marcus said, deeply grateful for such a simple thing. He softly coached Khaat into waking as best she could and he fed her a few sips of water before she fell back into a half doze on his chest. Then he took a few sips himself. He handed the flask back to Edward who capped it and put it back in his jacket.
"I've got my flask too," Angus said, "so we're not without water."
"Well, and as long as we're sharing the secrets of our pockets, Kate made some homemade granola bars with nuts and dried fruit, and she was wrapping them up individually when I got your alarm. She shrank the whole pan of them and chucked them in my pocket. So we're not without food either. Do you think she could manage one?" Brian asked.
"Not yet," Robert said. "She's too heavily drugged. If she wakes enough, then we certainly will give her one. But I certainly will need to take Kate to dinner at the very least for thinking of those granola bars. You look like you could use one, though, Marcus."
"Later. When we're at a safer point," Marcus said. "This is part of the building isn't safe. I'm sure you've run into the booby traps. Those don't seem to last forever, but I think we will run into some again before we get out," Marcus said. Brian nodded but stuffed a couple of the granola bars in Marcus's breast pocket anyway.
"We'll make it together through anything Gelding thinks he can throw at us," Robert said, confident in this team to work it through.