A huge steel screw glinted in Gesar’s hands. To be quite honest, I didn’t even know that they made screws that large.
“I doubt if you know about this,” Gesar told us. “It’s the only attempt…at least, I hope it is…ever made by the Dark Ones to spy on us using human means. In 1979. I had a very difficult conversation with Zabulon, and afterward we signed an appendix to the agreement on prohibited methods of conflict.”
The screw was put back into the box. Two tiny brown tablets were taken out.
“That was from when they wanted to take our building away!” Ilya said brightly. “In ’96, wasn’t it?”
Gesar nodded.
“Absolutely right. A certain ambitious young oligarch got the idea that the former state enterprise, which had become the Nonferrous Metal Mining Company, looked like a very tasty and absolutely defenseless little morsel of property. However, when their listening devices and external observation revealed the kind of people who simply dropped in for tea and a chat with the old director, the oligarch cut his ambitions back sharply.”
“That was misinformation as well, of course?” Olga asked curiously. It seemed that the boss’s unusually complicated preamble was intended for her, because she had missed all these old events.
Semyon giggled and drawled in a voice like Yeltsin’s: “You un-der-stand, my friend, you decide important matters at the city level, and you don’t ask for any help… Call round if anything happens.”
Gesar smiled in reply. “‘Call round if anything happens’ is putting it a bit strongly. But never mind, no one judges the victors… Anyway, those were cases from the past. But here is today’s catch…”
He took something that looked like a Band-Aid out of the box. A thin white square, slightly sticky on one side-it was not easy for Gesar to pull it off his finger.
“Technology is constantly developing,” I said, impressed. “A microphone and transmitter?”
“You’ll be surprised to know that there’s a recorder here too,” Gesar told me. “Everything is recorded and then shot off in a three-second coded burst once a day. A fine little toy. Expensive. And you can’t buy it just anywhere.”
“Get to the point, Boris,” Olga said.
Gesar tossed the “toy” back into the box and glanced around keenly at all of us.
“A week ago Anton and Semyon spent some time in the city of Edinburgh. Something rather unpleasant happened there. Without going into too much detail, a group of Others, including at least one Light One, one Dark One, and an Inquisitor, tried to steal one of the most ancient magical artifacts in existence, with the help of paid human assistants who were equipped with magical amulets. The artifact is the so-called Crown of All Things, created by the Great Merlin shortly before he withdrew into the Twilight.”
Ilya whistled. Olga said nothing: Either she had already heard about this from Gesar, or she didn’t think any display of emotion was required.
“I should add that the three Others were all Higher Ones,” Gesar continued. “Well…perhaps not all of them. Perhaps two of them. Together they could have taken the third one down to the sixth level of the Twilight.”
To my surprise, Ilya didn’t say anything. He must have been stunned. I didn’t think he had ever gone any deeper than the third level.
“This is already unpleasant,” said Gesar. “None of us knows what kind of artifact Merlin hid on the seventh level of the Twilight, but there are serious grounds for believing that this artifact is capable of destroying all civilization on Earth.”
“Another Fuaran?” Semyon asked.
“No, Merlin didn’t have the knowledge to transform people into Others,” said Gesar, shaking his head. “But it is something very powerful indeed. Security measures to keep the artifact safe have been tightened up: The Inquisition is guarding it now, as well as the Night Watch of Scotland. But the situation is too serious. I have learned that attempts have been made to spy on Watches in Moscow, New York, London, Tokyo, Paris, Beijing…in short, at all the key points on the planet. Everywhere the people involved have no idea who hired them. So far all attempts to find the instigators have produced nothing.”
“Gesar, what’s down there, on the seventh level of the Twilight?” Ilya asked. “I know it’s not done to talk about the deeper levels to anyone who hasn’t been there, but-”
“Semyon will tell you what he saw,” Gesar replied. “He’s been to the fifth level. And ask Anton if you like-he’ll tell you about the sixth level. I give my permission. But as for the seventh level…”
Everybody gazed curiously at Gesar.
“I haven’t been there. And I can’t answer your question,” Gesar concluded firmly.
“Ha,” said Olga. “I was certain you had been there, Boris.”
“No. And before you ask, Zabulon hasn’t been there either. Nor have any of the Others I know. I believe that only a zero-point magician is capable of it. Someone who possesses absolute Power. Merlin was such a magician. Nadya Gorodetskaya will become such an enchantress…”
Everybody turned to look at me.
“I won’t let her into the Twilight before she’s grown up,” I said firmly.
“Nobody’s asking you to,” Gesar assured me. “And…don’t start objecting before I finish. I want to put your Nadya under guard. Continuous guard, round the clock. At least two Battle Magicians. Second or third level of Power. They won’t hold out long against Higher Ones, but if we provide them with good artifacts, they’ll be able to drag things out long enough to call for help.”
Ilya grabbed his head in his hands. “Boris Ignatievich! Where will I get that many second-and third-level Others from? Are we going to take our entire fighting force off the street?”
“No, not all of it,” Gesar replied. “We have four second-level Others, after all. And nine third-level. Alisher and Alexander can be raised to third-level.”
“Which Alexander? Korostilyov?” Ilya asked in amazement.
“No, Malenkov.”
“Sasha can be raised,” Olga agreed. “I’m prepared to do it in three days. Even two.”
“Wait!” I exclaimed. “Wait! Would you like to hear my opinion?”
Gesar looked at me curiously. “Yes, I would. Only bear in mind that sooner or later the individuals who failed to obtain the artifact will come to the conclusion that they need an absolute magician. And there is only one in the whole world. One. Your daughter. So will you agree to her being guarded?”
“But what will Svetlana say?”
“Svetlana is a mother,” Olga said in a gentle voice. “I think she remembers how her daughter was kidnapped once already. And she understands that she herself cannot guard her daughter twenty-four hours a day.”
“Sveta will agree, Anton,” Semyon said with a nod. “No need for a crystal ball there.”
“But Boris Ignatievich, what am I supposed to do with the streets?” Ilya objected. “I protest officially as your deputy for the patrol service! Am I supposed to send out fourth-and fifth-level magicians to work on their own? The Dark Ones will walk all over us!”
“They won’t,” Gesar said with a frown. “Zabulon is also allocating his second-and third-level magicians to guard Nadya Gorodetskaya.”
It was my turn to clutch my head in my hands. But Ilya immediately calmed down.
“Then we only need to supply half as many bodyguards? In that case, I-”
“No, not half. It’s two of ours and two Dark Ones.”
“Gesar!” I protested.
“Anton, this is being done for the sake of your daughter’s safety,” Gesar replied in a firm voice. “That’s all, the matter’s closed! Let’s get on with other business. Ilya, you stay behind after the meeting, we’ll discuss who to use as bodyguards and how to equip them.”
I said nothing. I was seething inside, but I said nothing.
“So far we have only spoken about defense,” Gesar continued. “I charge Olga with developing the measures for protecting the Watch against spy technology
and a possible attack by human mercenaries. Involve Tolik from the computer service. And Las from the operations side.”
“But he’s a weak magician.” Olga snorted.
“But he has a nonstandard way of thinking,” said Gesar. “And you know pretty much all there is to know about battles between Others and human beings. You’ve certainly had plenty of experience.”
I gave Olga a curious glance. So she did have an interesting background, then?
“What I need from all of you now is something else,” Gesar went on. “How are we going to attack?”
“Attack whom?” I protested. “If only we knew who it is that’s muddying the waters…”
“To attack doesn’t necessarily mean to go rushing into battle,” Olga stated didactically. “To attack also means to take actions that the enemy isn’t expecting, to disrupt his plans.”
Gesar nodded in approval.
“Then there’s only one thing we can do,” I said. “That is, apart from trying to find the traitors…but I expect the Inquisition is breaking its back on that one already. We have to break through to the seventh level. But if we can’t…the Circle of Power?”
“Zabulon also suggested a Circle of Power,” Gesar said with a nod. “But it won’t help, not even if we try by accumulating each other’s power, or the Dark Ones try by sucking each other dry…not even with a human sacrifice… The strength of barriers between the levels of the Twilight increases exponentially. We have calculated it.”
“Not even a human sacrifice?” Semyon asked in amazement.
“Not even,” Gesar said dryly.
“That little poem…on the sixth level…,” I said, looking at Gesar. “Remember, I told you about it?”
“Recite it,” Gesar said with a nod.
The Crown of All Things is here concealed. Only one step is left.
But this is a legacy for the strong or the wise—
You shall receive all and nothing, when you are able to take it.
Proceed, if you are as strong as I;
Or go back, if you are as wise as I.
Beginning and end, head and tail, all is fused in one
In the Crown of All Things. Thus are life and death inseparable.
I recited it from memory.
“And what does that give us?” Gesar asked almost jovially.
“‘Go back, if you are as wise as I,’” I repeated. “There is some kind of detour, an alternative route to the seventh level. You don’t have to go head-on at the barrier.”
Gesar nodded again. “That’s right. That’s what I hoped you’d say.”
Semyon gave me a look of sympathy. It was clear enough. In the Watch, things work like they do in the army: You suggested it, now you do it.
“Just don’t overestimate my intellectual capabilities,” I muttered. “I’ll think about it, of course. And I’ll ask Svetlana to think about it too. But so far nothing comes to mind. Maybe we should delve into the archives?”
“We will,” Gesar promised. “But there is another way to go.”
“And I’m the one who has to go there,” I said. “Am I right?”
“Anton, your daughter’s in danger,” Gesar said simply.
I shrugged. “I surrender. OK, I’m ready. Where do I go? Into the mouth of a volcano? Under the Arctic ice? Out into space?”
“You know very well that there’s nothing we can do out in space,” Gesar said with a frown. “There is one hope…not a very big one. Perhaps one of Merlin’s associates might guess what he had in mind.”
“We’d have to find a living contemporary…,” I began.
“I’m his contemporary, more or less,” Gesar said in a bored voice. “But unfortunately I was not acquainted with Merlin. Neither when he was a Light One, nor when he was a Dark One. Why are you looking at me like that? Yes, it is possible. Sometimes. For Higher Ones. That’s not the point… I hope none of you are planning to change sides?”
“Boris Ignatievich, don’t drag it out,” I said.
“Merlin was friendly…insofar as that was possible…with an Other whom I knew by the name of Rustam.”
I exchanged glances with Semyon. He shrugged. Olga looked puzzled too.
“He had many names,” Gesar continued. “He used to be in the Watch too. A very, very long time ago. He and I were friends once. We helped each other in battle many times…saved each other’s lives many times. Then we became enemies. Even though he was and still is a Light One.”
Gesar paused. It seemed as if he didn’t really want to remember all this.
“He is still alive, and he lives somewhere in Uzbekistan. I don’t know exactly where; his strength is equal to mine and he can camouflage himself. He hasn’t served in the Watch for a very long time. He is most probably living as an ordinary human being. You will have to find him, Anton. Find him and persuade him to help us.”
“Uh-huh,” I said. “ Uzbekistan? Easy as ABC. A-comb the whole place. B-winkle out a magician in hiding who’s more powerful than I am-”
“I’m not saying it’s simple,” Gesar admitted.
“And C-persuade him to help us.”
“That part’s a bit easier. The point is that he saved my life six times. But I saved his seven times.” Gesar chuckled. “He owes me. Even if he still hates me as much as he used to. If you find him, he’ll agree.”
There was no confidence in Gesar’s voice, and everyone could sense that.
“But it’s not even certain that he knows anything!” I said. “And is he still alive?”
“He was alive ten years ago,” said Gesar. “My assistant, the devona, recognized him. And he told him about his son Alisher.”
“Magnificent,” I said with a nod. “Absolutely wonderful. I suppose I have to follow tradition and set out unarmed and completely alone?”
“No. You will set out fully equipped, with a thick wad of money and a bag full of useful artifacts.”
It was several seconds before I realized that the boss was being perfectly serious.
“And not alone,” Gesar added. “Alisher will go with you. In the East, as you know, there are more important things than power and money. It is far more important for someone who is known and trusted to vouch for you.”
“Alisher too?” Ilya sighed.
“I’m sorry,” Gesar said, without even the slightest note of apology in his voice. “We must regard this as a military emergency. Especially since that’s just what it is.”
I don’t often get to go back home in the middle of the day. If you’ve been out on Watch duty, then you come home early in the morning. If you have an ordinary working day to get through, you won’t get back before seven. Even with the ability to foresee traffic jams on the roads-what good is that if the jams are everywhere?
And naturally, even without the help of magic, any wife knows that a husband doesn’t come back early from work without good reason.
“Daddy,” Nadya announced. Naturally, she was standing by the door. She can tell I’m coming just as soon as I approach the entrance to the building-that’s if she’s not busy with some important childish business of her own. If she’s feeling bored, she knows from the moment I leave the office.
I tried to pick my daughter up. But she was clearly far more interested in the cartoons on TV, a squeaky “La-la-la, la-la, la-la-la” coming from the sitting room. She had done her duty as a daughter: Daddy had been met when he came back from work and nothing interesting had been discovered in his hands or his pockets.
So little Nadya deftly slipped out of my arms and made a dash for the TV.
I took off my shoes, tossed the Autopilot magazine that I had bought on the way home onto the shoe stand, and walked through into the sitting room, patting my daughter on the head along the way. Nadya waved her arms about-I was blocking her view of the screen, on which a blue moose with only one antler was hurtling downhill on skis.
Svetlana glanced out of the kitchen and looked at me intently. She said, “Hmm!” and disappeared again.
Abandoning any attempts to fulfill my paternal functions until better times, I walked into the kitchen. Svetlana was making soup. I’ve never been able to understand why women spend so much time at the stove. What takes so long to do there? Toss the meat or the chicken into the water, switch on the burner, and it boils itself. An hour later drop in the macaroni or potatoes, add a few vegetables-and your food’s ready. Well, you mustn’t forget to salt it-that’s the most difficult part.
“Will you pack your own suitcase?” Svetlana asked without turning around.
“Did Gesar call?”
“No.”
“Did you look into the future?”
“I promised you I wouldn’t do that without permission…” Svetlana paused for a moment because I had gone up to her from behind and kissed her on the neck. “Or unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
“Then why did you ask about the suitcase?”
“Anton, if you come home from work during the day, then I go to bed alone in the evening. They’re either sending you out on watch or away somewhere on an assignment. But you were on watch two days ago, and the city’s calm at the moment…”
Nadya laughed in the sitting room. I glanced in through the door: The moose on skis was hurtling wide-eyed straight toward a line of small and obviously young animals, who were walking along the edge of a precipice. Oh, it was going to be a real disaster!
“Sveta, are you sure Nadya should be watching cartoons like that?”
“She watches the news,” Svetlana replied calmly. “Don’t avoid the issue. What’s happened?”
“I’m going to Samarkand.”
“Your assignments do take you to some interesting places,” Svetlana said. She scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it, and tasted it. “Not enough salt… What’s happened out there?”
“Nothing. Nothing yet.”
“The poor Uzbeks. Once you get there, something’s bound to happen.”
“Gesar held a meeting today. With the Higher Ones and the first-level…”
I told Svetlana briefly about everything we had discussed. To my surprise, there was no reaction to the idea that from now on Nadya would be guarded in secret by two Light and two Dark Magicians. Or rather, the reaction was exactly what Olga had forecast it would be.
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