‘And what were you doing in there?’
‘The door was open and I saw him on the ground,’ I said, lying without even thinking about it.
The waiter nodded, accepting that it could have happened that way. But at the same time he took a firm grip of my elbow.
‘You’ll have to wait for the militia, lady.’
Svetlana had already pushed her way through to us. She narrowed her eyes when she heard those last words. That was all I needed now – for her to try erasing the memories of everyone there.
‘Of course.’ I stepped forward, and the waiter was forced to let go of my arm and follow me. ‘Sveta, it’s awful, there’s a body in there!’
‘Olya.’ Sveta’s reaction was the right one. She put her arm round my shoulders, gave the waiter an indignant look and led me back into the restaurant.
Just then the boy passed us, sobbing loudly as he squeezed his way through the greedy, curious crowd back to his mother. They were trying to get her away from the body – she’d taken advantage of the confusion to bend back down over her husband and start shaking him:
‘Get up! Gena, get up! Get up!’
I felt Svetlana shudder at the sight and I whispered:
‘Well? Do we exterminate the Dark Ones with fire and the sword?’
‘Why did you do it? I would have understood without that!’ Svetlana whispered furiously.
‘What?’
We looked into each other’s eyes.
‘Then it wasn’t you?’ Sveta whispered uncertainly. ‘I’m sorry, I believe you.’
I realised then just what a mess I was in.
The crime scene investigator didn’t take any particular interest in me. I could see from his eyes that he’d already made up his mind – death from natural causes. A weak heart, drug abuse, whatever. He couldn’t be expected to feel any sympathy for a man who frequented expensive restaurants.
‘Was the body lying in this position?’
‘Yes, just like that,’ I confirmed in a weary voice. ‘It was awful!’
He shrugged – he couldn’t see anything really awful about a body, especially one that wasn’t drenched in blood. But he was condescending.
‘Yes, a terrible sight. Was there anybody else nearby?’
‘Nobody But then a woman appeared, his wife, their child.’
I was rewarded with a crooked smile for my deliberately disjointed statement.
‘Thank you, Olga. Someone may be in touch with you again. Not planning to leave town at all, are you?’
I shook my head rapidly. The militia was the very last thing I was bothered about right then.
But I was bothered by the sight of the boss sitting unobtrusively at a table in the corner.
The investigator left me in peace and went to talk to the dead man’s wife. Boris Ignatievich immediately made straight for our table. Nobody paid any attention to him, he was clearly protected by some mild distraction spell.
‘Now you’ve done it,’ he said simply.
‘Us?’ I asked, just to get things clear.
‘Yes. Both of you. But especially you, Anton.’
‘I followed all the instructions I was given,’ I whispered, feeling furious. ‘And I never laid a finger on that magician.’
The boss sighed.
‘I don’t doubt that. But, knowing the situation, how could you, a member of the Night Watch staff, be so stupid as to go off after a Dark One on your own?’
‘Who could have foreseen this?’ I asked indignantly. ‘Tell me who!’
‘You could. After the unprecedented measures we’ve taken to disguise your identity. What were your instructions? Never be left alone for a moment! Eat and sleep with Svetlana! Take your showers together! Go to the lavatory together! Every single moment you had to be …’The boss stopped and sighed.
‘Boris Ignatievich,’ Svetlana spoke up. ‘None of that matters any more. Let’s try to think what we can do now.’
The boss looked at her in surprise and nodded.
‘You’re right. Let’s try to think. Starting from the fact that the situation is catastrophic now. Before, any suspicion of Anton was purely circumstantial, but now he’s been caught red-handed. Don’t shake your head like that! You were seen standing over a body that had just been killed. The body of a Dark Magician, killed in the same way as all the previous victims. The Day Watch will appeal to the tribunal for your memory to be read.’
‘That’s very dangerous, isn’t it?’ asked Svetlana. ‘But at least it will prove Anton isn’t guilty.’
‘Yes, it will, Svetlana. And in the process the Dark Ones will acquire all the information Anton has had access to. Do you realise just how much the Watch’s senior programmer knows? Some things he may not even be aware of, he just glanced at the data, processed it and forgot it. But the Dark Ones have their own specialists, and when Anton comes out of that courtroom – assuming he survives having his mind turned inside out – the Day Watch will know about all our operations. Can’t you see what will happen? Our teaching methods, the way we look for new Others, the way we analyse combat operations, our networks of human informers, our casualty lists, our employees’ personal files, our financial plans …’
They were talking about me, while I just sat there as if I had nothing to do with what was going on. It wasn’t just cynical frankness, it was simpler than that: the boss was consulting with Svetlana, a novice magician, and not with me, a potential magician of the third grade.
If I compared the situation with a game of chess, it was insultingly simple. I was a rook, an ordinary officer of the Watch, and Svetlana was a pawn – but a pawn about to become a queen.
And for the boss all the bad things that could happen to me meant nothing compared with the chance to give Svetlana a little practical lesson.
‘Boris Ignatievich, you know I won’t allow them to read my memory,’ I said.
‘Then you’ll be found guilty.’
‘I know. I swear I had nothing to do with the death of these Dark Ones. But I don’t have any proof.’
‘Boris Ignatievich, what if we suggest they only check Anton’s memory for today?’ Svetlana exclaimed joyfully. ‘That would solve everything, they’d be convinced—’
‘The memory can’t be sliced up like that, Sveta. It spills out all in one piece. Starting from the first moment of life. With the taste of the amniotic fluid in the womb, with the smell of mother’s milk.’ The boss was speaking very emphatically now. ‘That’s the problem. Even if Anton didn’t know any secrets. Imagine what it’s like to remember absolutely everything and go through it all again. Swaying in that dark, viscous liquid, the walls closing in on you, the glimmer of light ahead, the pain, the choking sensation, the struggle to survive your own birth. And so on, moment by moment – you’ve heard it said that when you’re dying your whole life flashes in front of your eyes? That’s exactly what happens when they turn out your memory. And at the same time, somewhere deep inside, you still remember that all this has already happened. Can you understand that? It’s hard to hold on to your sanity.’
‘You say that,’ Svetlana said uncertainly, ‘as if—’
‘I’ve been through it. But not in an interrogation. More than a century ago. The Watch was still studying the effects of exposing and reading the memory, and a volunteer was required. Afterwards it took them about a year to restore me to normal.’
‘How?’ Svetlana asked curiously.
‘With new impressions. Experiences I hadn’t had before. Foreign countries, unfamiliar food, surprise meetings, unfamiliar problems. And even so …’The boss smiled wryly. ‘I still sometimes catch myself thinking: What is all this – reality or just memories? Am I living it or lying on a crystal slab in the Day Watch office while they unwind my memory like a ball of string?’