«I hoped he was my friend. Even if he is a vampire.»
«He is your friend,» Zabulon said with a smile. «And he wants to help you.»
«In his own way.»
«In our own way, Anton. I've entered your home, but I have no intention of causing any harm. I haven't looked at any of the official documents you keep here. I haven't left any monitoring signs. I came to talk.»
«Then talk.»
«You and I have a problem, Anton. The same one. And today it reached critical proportions.»
The moment I saw Zabulon, I'd known what we'd be talking about, so I just nodded.
«Good, you understand.» The Dark Magician leaned forward in his chair and sighed. «Anton, I'm not under any illusions here. We see the world differently. And we understand our duty in different ways. But even under those conditions our interests sometimes coincide. From your point of view, we Dark Ones have our failings. Sometimes our actions seem rather ambiguous. And we are obliged by our very nature to be rather less caring with people. That's all true. But note that nobody has ever accused us of attempting to change the entire destiny of humanity. Since the Treaty was concluded we have simply lived our own lives and we'd like you to do the same.»
«Nobody has ever accused you,» I agreed. «Because whichever way you look at it, time is on your side.»
Zabulon nodded:
«And what does that mean? Perhaps we're more like human beings? Perhaps we're right? But let's not get into those arguments; there's no end to them. I repeat what I have said before. We honor the Treaty. And we often observe it far more closely than the forces of Light.»
A standard tactic in an argument. First admit to some kind of generalized guilt. Then gently reproach your opponent with being equally guilty of the same general kind of fault. Reproach them a bit and then drop it. Let's just forget the whole thing!
And then move on to what's really important.
«But let's deal with what's really important here,» said Zabulon, getting serious. «There's no point in beating about the bush. In the last hundred years the forces of Light have launched three global experiments. The revolution in Russia. The Second World War. And now this new project. Following the same scenario.»
«I don't know what you're talking about,» I said. I suddenly had this desperate, aching feeling in my chest.
«Really? Let me explain. Social models are developed that should eventually—at the cost of massive upheavals and immense bloodshed—create the ideal society. Ideal, that is, from your point of view, but I won't argue about that! Certainly not. Everyone has a right to his own dream. But your path is so very cruel…« Another sad smile. «You accuse us of cruelty, and not entirely without reason, but what's one child killed in a black mass compared with any fascist children's concentration camp? And fascism was another of your inventions. Another one that got out of control. First there was internationalism and communism—those didn't work. Then there was national socialism. Another mistake? You put your heads together and examined the result. Then you sighed, wiped the slates clean, and started experimenting all over again.»
«They turned out to be mistakes thanks to your efforts.»
«Of course! We do have an instinct of self-preservation, you know. We don't construct social models on the basis of our ethics. So why should we tolerate your projects?»
I didn't say anything.
Zabulon nodded, apparently satisfied.
«So you see, Anton. Maybe we're enemies. We are enemies. Last winter you caused us some inconvenience, serious inconvenience. This spring you frustrated me again. You eliminated two Day Watch agents. Yes, of course, the Inquisition declared that your actions were committed in self-defense out of absolute necessity but, believe me—I was not pleased. What kind of leader is it who can't even protect his own subjects? So, we are enemies. But now we have a unique situation. Yet another experiment. And you're indirectly involved in it.»
«I don't know what you're talking about.»
Zabulon laughed and raised his hands in the air.
«Anton, I'm not trying to coax any secrets out of you. I'm not going to ask any questions. Or ask you to do anything. Just listen to what I have to say. And then I'll go.»
I suddenly remembered how the young witch Alisa had used her right to intervention up on the high-rise roof the previous winter. A very minor intervention: All she did was allow me to speak the truth. And that truth had turned Egor to the side of the Dark Ones.
Why did things happen that way?
Why was it that the Light acted through lies, and the Darkness acted through the truth? Why was it that our truth proved powerless, but lies were effective? And why was the Darkness able to manage perfectly well with truth in order to do Evil? Whose nature was responsible, humankind's or ours?
«Svetlana's a wonderful sorceress,» said Zabulon. «But her future is not to lead the Night Watch. They intend to use her for just one single purpose. For the mission that Olga failed to complete. You know, don't you, that a courier from Samarkand entered the city illegally this morning?»
«Yes, I know,» I admitted, without really knowing why.
«And I can tell you what he brought with him. Would you like to know?»
I gritted my teeth.
«You would,» said Zabulon, with a nod. «The courier brought a piece of chalk.»
Never believe what the Dark Ones say. But somehow I got the feeling he wasn't lying.
«A little piece of chalk.» The Dark Magician smiled. «You could write on a school blackboard with it. Or draw hopscotch squares on the sidewalk. Or chalk your pool cue with it. You could do all that, just as easily as you could use a large royal seal to crack nuts. But things change if a Great Sorceress picks up that piece of chalk—it has to be a Great one, an ordinary sorceress wouldn't be strong enough; and it has to be a sorceress; in male hands the chalk will remain nothing but chalk. And in addition to that the sorceress has to be a Light One. This artifact is useless for Dark Ones.»
Did I imagine it, or had he just sighed? I said nothing.
«A small piece of chalk.» Zabulon leaned back in his armchair. «It's already worn down; beautiful young women with bright fire in their eyes have picked it up in their slim fingers several times already. It has been put to use, and the earth has trembled, the boundaries of states have melted away, empires have risen, shepherds have become prophets and carpenters have become gods, foundlings have been recognized as kings, sergeants have risen to become emperors, seminarians who failed to graduate and talentless artists have grown into tyrants. A little stub of chalk. Nothing more than that.»
Zabulon stood and spread his hands in a conclusive gesture.
«And that's all I wanted to tell you, my dear enemy. You'll understand the rest for yourself—if you really want to, that is.»
«Zabulon.» I unclenched my fist and looked at the amulet. «You're a creature of the Darkness.»
«Of course. But only of the darkness that was in me. The darkness that I chose myself.»
«Even your truth works evil.»
«To whom? The Night Watch? Of course. But to human beings? There I must beg to differ.»
He walked toward the door.
«Zabulon,» I said, calling him by name again. «I've seen your true appearance. I know who you are and what you are.»
The Dark Magician stopped dead in his tracks. He slowly turned around and passed his hand over his face—for a moment it was distorted; the skin was replaced by dull scales and the eyes became narrow slits.
Then the illusion disappeared.
«Yes. Of course you've seen it,» said Zabulon, in his human form once again. «And I have seen you. And permit me to state that you were no white angel with a gleaming sword. Everything depends on your point of view. Goodbye, Anton. Believe me, I shall be glad to eliminate you at some later time. But for now I wish you good luck. From the depths of the soul that I don't have.»
The door slammed behind him.
And immediately, as if it had just woken up, the sentry system howled out of the Twilight. The mask of Chkhoen on the wall twisted into a ferocious scowl, with fury glinting in the wooden slits of its eyes.
My security guards…
I silenced the system with two passes and hurled the «freeze» that I'd prepared at the mask. The spell had come in useful after all.
«A little piece of chalk,» I said.
I'd heard something like that before. But it was a very long time ago, and I hadn't really been paying attention. It could have been a few phrases thrown out by one of my tutors at a lecture, or idle social gossip, or a student myth. But there definitely was something about a piece of chalk…
I got up off the couch, raised my hand in the air, and threw the amulet onto the floor.
«Gesar!» I called through the twilight. «Gesar, answer me!»
My shadow shot up toward me from the floor, grabbed hold of my body, and sucked me into itself. The light dimmed, the room swayed, the outlines of the furniture blurred. It was suddenly unbearably quiet. The heat had receded. I stood there with my arms thrown out wide as the greedy Twilight drank my power.
«Gesar, by your name I summon you!»
Threads of gray mist drifted through the room. I didn't give a damn who else might be able to hear me shouting.
«Gesar, my mentor, I call on you—will you answer?»
Far away in the distance an invisible shadow sighed.
«I hear you, Anton.»
«Answer me!»
«What question do you want answered?»
«Zabulon—did he lie to me?»
«No.»
«Gesar, stop!»
«It's too late, Anton. Everything's going the way it's supposed to go. Trust me.»
«Gesar, stop!»
«You have no right to make any demands.»
«No right! If we are part of the Light, if we do Good, then I have every right!»
The boss didn't answer right away. I even thought he'd decided not to say anything else to me.
«All right. I'll be waiting for you in an hour at the Para Bar.»
«Where?»
«The Parachutists' Bar. Near the Turgenevskaya metro station, behind the old central post office.»
Then there was silence.
I took a step backward, out of the Twilight. It was an odd sort of place to meet. Was that where Gesar had had his showdown with the Day Watch? No, that was in some restaurant or other.
Oh, well, what did it matter—the Para Bar, Rosie O'Grady's, even the Chance Club. It wasn't important. Who cared?
But there was one other thing I had to find out before I met Gesar.