I’d been imagining that at least somewhere in some corner of his mind there would be some other thoughts. About me being an enemy. About me killing others like him.
But no. There was nothing. He wasn’t thinking of anything but himself.
I withdrew my feelers before the young magician withdrew his own clumsy ones. All right. He didn’t possess any great powers, he wouldn’t be able to communicate with the Day Watch from inside the metro. And he wouldn’t even want to. He thought of me as a cornered animal, and not even a dangerous one – a rabbit, not a wolf.
Bring it on, my friend.
I walked out of the metro, slipped round beside the entrance and summoned my shadow. The hazy silhouette shimmered above the ground and I stepped into it.
The Twilight.
People walking by became a transparent haze, cars started to crawl like tortoises, the streetlamps dimmed, their light turned gloomy and oppressive. It was quiet, all sounds reduced to a barely audible rumble.
I’d made my move a little too early, it would be a while before the magician could get back up after me … But I could feel my own power, I was pumped full of it. That must have been Olga’s work. While she was in my body she’d regained her former powers and filled it with energy, without using up any of it. She would never even have thought of taking any, no matter how great the temptation might be.
‘You’ll understand for yourself where the boundary lies’ – that’s what I’d told Svetlana. Olga had known, far better than me, where the boundary lay for a long, long time.
I walked along the wall, glancing through the concrete at the inclined shaft and the belts of the escalators. There was a dark spot climbing upwards rapidly: the magician was in a hurry, running up the steps, but he was still in the human world. Saving his powers. Bring it on, bring it on.
I stopped dead.
There was a small, swirling cloud skimming toward me just above the ground, a patch of mist that had assumed the form of a human figure.
An Other. A former Other.
Maybe it had been one of us. And maybe not. The Dark Ones had to go somewhere when they died. But now it was just a hazy little cloud, an eternal wanderer in the Twilight.
‘Peace be with you, fallen one,’ I said. ‘Whoever you may have been.’
The quivering silhouette halted in front of me. A tongue of mist freed itself from its body and extended towards me.
What did it want? The number of times inhabitants of the Twilight had tried to communicate with the living could be counted on the fingers of one hand.
The hand – if it could be called a hand – was trembling. White threads of mist came away from it, dissolving in the Twilight, scattering on to the ground.
‘I’m very short of time,’ I said. ‘Fallen one, no matter who you were in life, Dark or Light, peace be with you. What do you want from me?’
A gust of wind seemed to ripple through the swirls of mist. The phantom turned and the outstretched hand – I no longer had any doubt that it was a hand – pointed through the Twilight towards the north-east. I turned in its direction. It was pointing to a needle-slim silhouette glimmering in the sky.
‘Yes, the tower, I understand! But what does it mean?’
The mist started to blur and dissolve and a moment later the Twilight around me was as empty as usual.
I started to shiver. The dead Other had tried to communicate with me. Was it a friend or an enemy? Had it been advising me or warning me?
There was no way to tell.
I took another look through the walls of the station building – the Dark Magician had almost reached the top of the escalator, but he was still on it. So I had a moment to try to figure out what the phantom had been trying to say. I hadn’t been intending to go to the Ostankino Television Tower, I had a different route in mind, a somewhat risky but surprising plan. So it didn’t make any sense to warn me not to go to the tower.
Maybe I’d been given directions. But who by? Friend or foe, that was the important question. I couldn’t expect all differences to be wiped out beyond the borders of life. Our dead would not abandon us in battle.
I would have to decide for myself. Only not right now.
I ran towards the entrance of the metro, taking my pistol out of my shoulder holster as I ran.
Just in time: the Dark Magician came out of the doors and immediately dived into the Twilight. He made it look easy, but I saw how he managed it. The auras of people near him flared up, scattering dark sparks in all directions.
If I’d been in the human world, I’d have seen people’s faces distorted by a sudden pain in their hearts, or emotional distress – which is far more painful.
The Dark Magician gazed around, looking for my trail. He knew how to extract power from people around him, but his general technique wasn’t exactly great.
‘Take it easy,’ I said, pressing the barrel of the pistol against the magician’s spine. ‘Take it easy. You’ve already found me. And I bet you’re really pleased.’
I held his wrist tight with my other hand so that he couldn’t make any passes. All these jumped-up young magicians use a standard set of spells, the simplest and most powerful. And they require the precise co-ordination of both hands.
The magician’s palm was suddenly damp.
‘You, you …’ He still couldn’t believe what had happened. ‘You’re Anton! You’re outside the law!’
‘Maybe so. But what good will that do you now?’
He turned his head. In the Twilight his face was distorted, it had lost that attractive, genial look. He hadn’t reached the stage of the complete Twilight makeover, like Zabulon, but even so, his face was no longer human. The jaw hung down too low, the mouth was wide, like a frog’s, the eyes were close-set and dull.
‘You’re a real ugly specimen, my friend,’ I said forcing the barrel into his back again. ‘This is a pistol. It’s loaded with silver bullets, although that’s not strictly necessary. It’ll work just as well in the Twilight world as in the human one – more slowly, but that won’t save you. You’ll be able to feel the bullet ripping through the skin and parting the fibres of your muscles, smashing the bone, tearing the nerves apart.’
‘You won’t do that!’
‘Why?’
‘Because then there’d be no way you could get out of this!’
‘Is that so? But right now there’s still some kind of chance, is there? You know, the urge to squeeze this trigger is getting stronger all the time. Let’s go, scumbag.’
I helped the magician along with a few kicks as I led him into the narrow passage between two kiosks. The thick growth of blue moss covering their walls started twitching. The Twilight flora was keen to taste our emotions – my fury and his fear – but the mindless plants also had a strong instinct for self-preservation.
The Dark Magician had plenty of that, too.
‘Listen, what do you want from me?’ he shouted. ‘They gave us a briefing and told us to look for you! I was only following orders! I honour the Treaty, watchman!’
‘I’m not a watchman any longer!’ I said, shoving him against the wall, into the tender embrace of the moss. Let it suck out a little bit of his fear, or we wouldn’t be able to have a proper talk. ‘Who’s leading the hunt?’
‘The Day Watch.’
‘More specifically?’
‘The boss, I don’t know his name.’
That was almost certainly true. But I knew the name.
‘Were you sent to this particular station?’
He hesitated.
‘Answer,’ I said, aiming the barrel at the magician’s stomach.
‘Yes.’
‘Alone?’
‘Yes.’
‘That’s a lie. But it’s not important. What were you ordered to do once you found me?’