‘Has that never happened before?’ I asked. ‘Not ever?’
‘There have been cases … but I thought … they were a matter of misunderstanding and stubbornness …’ Fan looked at me again. ‘It is good that no one will hear this prophecy.’
‘Why?’
‘I am frightened by what might have been said.’
‘It can still be heard,’ murmured Arina. ‘Anton, the sly dog … Anton has preserved the prophecy, I don’t know how, but he kept a recording – I sensed it.’
‘Destroy that recording,’ Fan said quickly. ‘Do not toy with the Primordial Power.’
‘The Primordial Powers are the Light and the Darkness.’
‘The Primordial Power is the Twilight! All the rest are merely its manifestations! Destroy the recording!’ Fan jumped to his feet.
‘Don’t you dare!’ Arina exclaimed, also getting up. ‘Don’t you dare, Anton! What if … if there’s something in it capable of annulling a prophecy? Of destroying the Tiger!’
‘Back off, will you, both of you!’ I shouted. Fan and Arina were closing in on me, with their eyes blazing so brightly that I was frightened. ‘I’ll decide for myself what to do! Stop it!’
Fan halted, shook his head and put his hand to his forehead.
‘Please forgive me … that news was simply too strange. Please forgive me.’
But Arina didn’t stop. She kept advancing on me with small, mincing steps, until she bumped into me and froze with her face close to mine. Her eyelids were trembling, her eyes were insane.
‘Anton … Anton, we have to follow this path right to the end. Where’s that recording, Anton? Where’s the prophecy? If we don’t like it, we’ll … we’ll do what Fan and Li did. You’ll kill me and the Tiger will calm down …’
‘He won’t calm down,’ I said, shoving Arina away. ‘Because you’re not my best friend and your death won’t prove a thing to the Tiger! You calm down. There’s no need to hurry, no need to do anything hasty and ill-considered.’
‘Do you realise what I did?’ Arina whined. ‘Do you realise that? I destroyed our homeland, Anton! We ought to have died and not let the prophecy out into the world, or let it come true … but I put it off! And it turns out that I just stretched the spring tighter! I was blinded by my self-assurance, by my faith in myself … I decided to fight. And now everything will be even worse, do you understand that, even worse!’
‘Arina, we don’t know anything yet,’ I said. ‘Perhaps your prophecy was actuated in the 1940s. Remember? “Little Russia is German land.” That was what it said, right?’
The insanity in Arina’s eyes faded for a second.
‘Yes … no … But the rest of it hasn’t happened … Anton …’ Her voice became wheedling. ‘You know I managed to restore a few things from the Fuaran … I can increase the powers of Others – that’s very important – and there are lots of other things in there that nobody knows about …’
Poor Fan Wen-yan’s eyebrows climbed up onto his forehead. He had only just shared with us his own experiences and his opinion of the Twilight, which contradicted all the fundamental theories of the Others.
And in return he had heard a fragment of an old ‘postponed’ prophecy and learned that the legendary Fuaran was in the possession of a Witch, who had even managed to restore it, and that it could increase an Other’s Power. (I could imagine how he felt hearing that, when it had taken him three hundred years to reach the Fourth-Level!)
‘Anton … darling … you have no idea of what I can do – I can do things for you that no one else can …’ Arina’s hands were pressed against my chest and she leaned her head to one side, looking into my eyes. ‘Anton … dearest … you did keep the prophecy, didn’t you?’
‘Yes,’ I said, nodding while gazing into Arina’s eyes.
‘Anton,’ Fan said very calmly and politely. ‘I’d like to point out that—’
‘Anton, how did you keep it?’ Arina went on.
‘There was this toy there,’ I explained. ‘A toy phone that you can record a few words on. Kesha was holding it in his hand after he uttered the prophecy. He doesn’t remember anything – but there was a recording on the phone. I haven’t listened to it, but I recorded it onto a flash stick.’
‘And where is that flash stick?’ Arina asked.
‘In my wallet,’ I said.
‘I hate to intrude, Anton,’ said Fan, taking a step towards us, ‘but I’d like to point out that the spell Long Tongue has been cast on you.’
Before he even finished speaking I shoved away Arina, who had already lowered her hand into my jacket pocket. The witch was extremely light. She flew several paces through the air and flopped down onto the pillows.
And I desperately checked all the defences that I had applied to myself.
The Barrier of Will … the Rainbow Sphere …
Everything was in order, the defences were sound.
The irony of the situation was that it was an extremely complex and well-structured defensive system, which would easily have repulsed a Dominant or any other attacking spell. It would also have fended off the Long Tongue – a spell that novices play with during their first year of training – except that I myself had removed that element of defence! The Long Tongue was woven into the spell for admiring the landscape, which I had thought was a local Taiwanese spell applied to the pavilion by our courteous hosts. It really did look like an ordinary spell for entertainment … right up to the moment when it was allowed access. After that it started working, gradually increasing in power.
No, this wasn’t Fan’s work! The more closely I examined the spell, the more clearly I saw that although the enchantments linked to air, water and earth seemed to have been crafted in the Chinese manner, they were actually slightly different.
More elegant, more feminine.
More witchlike.
This spell had been cast by Arina. She had cast it almost instantaneously, in the few moments it took us to walk to the pavilion, woven it neatly into our hosts’ sentry and defensive spells, without disturbing them in the slightest, and she had even disguised it as local work!
It probably wasn’t a trap that had been planned in advance just for me. More likely it was for both of us. And probably Arina had deliberately hinted at Fan’s homosexuality, so that if anything went wrong I would take her magic, which bore a clearly feminine imprint, for the magic of an effeminate man – which Fan, of course, was not: the shield he had just thrown up was crude, rough and effective.
Arina didn’t just think two or three moves ahead, she was ten moves ahead of the game!
Instead of straightening out the old spells, I preferred to cast a new one, the Ice Crust, severing the threads twined around my mind.
‘Anton …’ Arina said plaintively, without even attempting to get up. ‘Why?’
‘Don’t try to creep into my mind, Witch,’ I said. ‘I’ll decide for myself what to do.’
‘But Anton, I only wanted—’ she began. Fortunately, this time I was ready for her to try to make me talk, and the thrust of the Dominant dissolved harmlessly in the Rainbow Sphere.
‘Stop that!’ I exclaimed. ‘Enough! You lost!’
Fan stood nearby, adding more and more Power to his Magician’s Shield. And apparently summoning someone.
‘Give it to me!’ Arina shouted. She didn’t get up, but suddenly somehow she was on her feet, as if the earth itself had tossed her up into the air. Arina’s eyes were blazing, her hands were held out towards me – and I could feel the wallet jerking about in my pocket, trying to leap out and fly to the witch.
I struck out with a Press. In any other situation I would have had enough sheer Power to knock the person in Arina’s place off her feet.