«I'm pretty quick on the uptake,» I said. I looked at Svetlana. She was chatting happily with Tolik about something or other.
«Are you angry with me?» Olga asked.
I touched her hand, smiled, and went into the house. I wanted to do something. I wanted to do something as badly as a genie who's been let out of his bottle for the first time in a thousand years. Anything at alclass="underline" Raise up castles, lay waste cities, program in Basic, or embroider in cross-stitch.
I opened the door without touching it, by pushing it through the Twilight. I don't know why I did it. I don't often do things like that, just sometimes when I've drunk a lot, or when I get really angry. The first reason didn't fit here.
There was no one in the living room. Why would anyone want to sit inside, when outside there were hot kebabs, cold wine, and more than enough beach chairs positioned under the trees?
I flopped down into an armchair. Picked up my glass—or Sveta's—from the low table and filled it with cognac, then downed it in one, as if it were cheap vodka, not fifteen-year-old Prazdnichny. Poured myself another glass.
That was when Tiger Cub came in.
«Don't mind, do you?» I asked.
«Of course not.» The sorceress sat down beside me. «Anton, has something upset you?»
«Just ignore me.»
«Have you had a fight with Sveta?»
I shook my head.
«That's not the problem.»
«Anton, have I done something wrong? Aren't the guys having a good time?»
I stared at her in genuine amazement.
«Tiger Cub, don't be stupid! Everything's just great. Everyone's enjoying themselves.»
«And you?»
I'd never seen the shape-shifting sorceress look so uncertain of herself. Were they having a good time or weren't they—you can't please everyone.
«They're moving ahead with Svetlana's training,» I said.
«What for?» the young woman asked with a slight frown .
«I don't know. For something that Olga couldn't do. For something very dangerous and very important at the same time.»
«That's good.» She reached for a glass, poured herself some cognac, and took a sip.
«Good?»
«Sure. That they're training her, giving her direction.» Tiger Cub looked around, trying to find something, then frowned and looked at the music center by the wall. «That remote's always going missing,» she said.
The music center lit up and Queen started to play «It's a Kind of Magic.» I was impressed by how casually she did it. Controlling electronic circuits at a distance isn't a simple trick; it's not like drilling holes in a wall just by looking at it or keeping the mosquitoes away with fireballs.
«How long did you train to work in the Watch?» I asked.
«I started at around seven years old. At sixteen, I was already involved in field operations.»
«Nine years! And it's easier for you—your magic's natural. They're planning to turn Svetlana into a Great Sorceress in six months or a year!»
«That's tough going,» the young woman agreed. «Do you think the boss is wrong?»
I shrugged. To say the boss was wrong would have been about as stupid as denying that the sun rises in the east in the morning. He'd been learning how not to make mistakes for hundreds—even thousands—of years. Gesar might act harshly, even cruelly. He might provoke the Dark Ones and leave the Light Ones to carry on alone. He might do anything at all. Except make a mistake.
«I think he's overestimating Sveta's strength.»
«Come off it! The boss calculates everything.»
«I know he calculates everything. He plays the old game very well.»
«And he wishes Sveta well,» the sorceress added stubbornly. «Do you understand that? In his own way, maybe. You would have acted differently; so would I, or Semyon, or Olga. Any one of us would have done things differently. But he's in charge of the Watch. And he has every right to be.»
«So he knows best?» I asked.
«Yes.»
«And what about freedom?» I asked, pouring myself another glass. I didn't really need it; my head was already starting to hum. «Freedom?»
«You talk like the Dark Ones do,» the young woman snorted.
«I prefer to think they talk like I do.»
«It's all very simple, Anton.» Tiger Cub leaned down over me and looked in my eyes. She smelled of cognac and something else, a light floral smell. It wasn't likely to be perfume: shape-shifters don't like anything that is scented. «You love her.»
«Sure, I love her. That's no news to anyone.»
«You know she'll soon be on a higher level of power than you?»
«If she isn't already.» I didn't mention it, but I remembered how easily Sveta had sensed the magical screens in the walls.
«She'll go way beyond you. Her powers will totally dwarf yours. Her problems will seem incomprehensible to you; they'll seem weird. Stay with her and you'll start feeling like a useful parasite, a gigolo; you'll start clutching at the past.»
«Yes.» I nodded and was surprised to notice my glass was already empty. My hostess watched me closely as I filled it again. «So I won't stay. I don't need that.»
«But there isn't anything else on offer.»
I'd never suspected that she could be so hard. I'd hadn't expected her to be so worried about whether everyone liked her hospitality and her home, and I hadn't expected to hear this bitter truth from her either.
«I know.»
«If you know that, Anton , there's only one reason you're feeling so outraged about the boss dragging Sveta upward so fast.»
«My time will soon be gone,» I said. «It's sand running through my fingers, rain falling from the sky.»
«Your time? Yours and hers, Anton.»
«It was never ours, never.»
«Why?»
It was a good question. Why? I shrugged.
«You know, there are some animals that don't reproduce in captivity.»
«There you go again!» the young woman exclaimed indignantly. «What captivity? You should be glad for her. Svetlana will be the pride of the Light Ones. You were the first one to discover her; you were the one who saved her.»
«For what? One more battle with Darkness? An unnecessary battle?»
«Anton, now you're talking just like a Dark One yourself. You love her! So don't demand or expect anything in return. That's the way of the Light!»
«Love begins where Darkness and Light end.»
Tiger Cub was so indignant she couldn't even answer that. She shook her head sadly and said reluctantly:
«You can at least promise…«
«That depends on what.»
«To be sensible. To trust your senior colleagues.»
«I promise halfway.»
Tiger Cub sighed and then said reluctantly:
«Listen, Anton, you probably think I don't understand you at all. But it's not true. I didn't want to be a shape-shifting magician. I had healing powers, and pretty serious ones.»
«Really?» I looked at her in amazement. I'd never have thought it.
«Yes, I did,» the young woman confirmed casually. «But when I had to choose which side of my powers to develop, the boss called me in. We sat and talked over tea and cakes. We talked very seriously, like grown people, although I was only a little girl, younger than Yulia is now. About what the Light needed and who the Watch needed, what I could achieve. And we decided that I should develop my combat powers, even at the expense of everything else. I didn't much like the idea at first. Do you know how painful it is when you change?»
«Into a tiger?»
«No, changing into a tiger's okay; the hard part's changing back. But I stuck with it. Because I believed the boss, because I realized it was the right thing to do.»
«And now?»
«Now I'm happy,» the young woman declared passionately. «When I see what I would have lost, what I would have been doing with my time. Herbs and spells, fiddling with distorted psychic fields, neutralizing black vortices, mixing up charms…«
«Blood, pain, fear, death,» I said in the same tone. «Doing battle on two or three levels of reality simultaneously. Dodging the fire, tasting the blood, going through hell and high water.»
«That's war.»
«Yes, probably. But why do you have to be the one in the front line?»
«Someone has to be, don't they? And then, after all, I wouldn't have had a house like this.» Tiger Cub waved her hand around the living room. «You know yourself you can't earn much from healing. If you heal with all your power, it just means someone else keeps killing people.»
«This is a nice place,» I agreed. «But how often are you here?»
«Whenever I can be.»
«I guess that's not very often. You take shift after shift; you're always where the action's hottest.»
«That's my path.»
I nodded. What business was it of mine? I said:
«You're right. I suppose I must be tired. That's why I'm talking such nonsense.»
Tiger Cub looked at me suspiciously, surprised I'd given in so quickly.
«I need to sit here with my glass for a while,» I added. «Get totally drunk all on my own, fall asleep under the table, and wake up with a splitting headache. Then I'll feel better.»
«Go on, then,» the sorceress said, with a slightly nervous note in her voice. «What did we come here for? The bar's open; you can choose whatever you like. We can go and join the others. Or I could stay and keep you company.»
«No, I'd be better off on my own,» I said, slapping my hand against the pot-bellied bottle. «In absolute misery with no food to go with the drink and no company. Look in before you go for a swim. Just in case I'm still capable of moving.»
«Okay.»
She smiled and went out. I was left all alone—unless the bottle of Armenian cognac counted as company. Sometimes it helps to believe it does.
She was a fine girl. They were all fine and wonderful, my friends and colleagues at the Watch. I could hear their voices through the music of Queen, and I liked that. I got along really well with some of them and not so well with others. But I had no enemies here and I never would have. We were a close team, we always would be, and there was only one way we could ever lose each other.
So why was I so unhappy about what was going on? I was the only one—Olga and Tiger Cub approved of the boss's plan, and if I asked the others, they'd all feel the same way.
Maybe I really wasn't being objective?
Probably.
I took a sip of cognac and then peeped through the Twilight, trying to locate the pale lights of alien, unintelligent life in the living room.