The Night Watch

by Sergei Lukyanenko

Page 35

  'I suppose I might. '

  She pulled out a tracksuit and handed it to me.

  'Get changed, and I'll go make some more tea. '

  She went out and I hurriedly pulled off the jeans. I started unbuttoning the blouse, fumbling with the funny little buttons that were too tight, and then glared balefully at myself in the mirror.

  A good-looking girl, that was for sure. I put the new clothes on in a hurry and sat down on the sofa. There was a soap on TV– I was surprised Svetlana had chosen that channel. But then, the others were probably showing much the same stuff.

  'You look great,' Svetlana said on her return.

  'Don't, Sveta, please,' I begged her. 'I feel sick enough already. '

  'Okay, I'm sorry,' she said lightly, sitting down beside me. 'So what have we got to do?'

  'We?' I asked with gentle emphasis.

  'Yes, Anton. You didn't come here by chance. '

  'I had to tell you about the mess I'm in. '

  'Okay. But if the boss' – Svetlana managed to pronounce the word 'boss' with respect and irony at the same time – 'has allowed you to confide in me, that means I have to help you. It must be the will of destiny. ' She couldn't resist that.

  I gave in.

  'I mustn't be left alone. Not for a moment. The basis of the whole plan is that the Dark Ones are deliberately sacrificing their own pawns – either killing them or allowing them to die. '

  'Like the other time?'

  'Yes. Precisely. And if this provocation is directed at me, there's going to be another killing any time now. At some moment when they think I don't have an alibi. '

  Svetlana looked at me with her chin propped on her hands and slowly shook her head.

  'And then you'll jump out of this body like a jack out of his box. And it'll be clear that you couldn't have carried out these serial killings. The enemy is confounded. '

  'Uhuh. '

  'I'm sorry, I haven't been in the Watch for long, maybe there's something I don't understand. '

  That put me on my guard. Svetlana hesitated for a second and then went on:

  'When all those things happened to me, what was going on? The Dark Ones were hoping to initiate me. They knew the Night Watch would notice, they even figured out that you could possibly get involved and help. '

  'Yes. '

  'That was why they played out that complex plan, sacrificing a few pieces and building up false positions of strength. And to begin with, the Night Watch was taken in. If the boss hadn't launched his counter-plan, if you hadn't gone charging straight in, taking no notice of anything . . . '

  'You'd be my enemy now,' I said. 'You'd be studying with the Day Watch. '

  'That's not what I meant, Anton. I'm grateful to you, and to everyone in the Night Watch, but above all to you. But that's not what I'm talking about right now. Surely you understand that what you've just told me sounds about as probable as that story did? Everything fitted together so neatly, didn't it? A pair of vampires poaching. A boy with exceptional powers. A girl under a powerful curse. A massive threat to the entire city. '

  I didn't know what to say. I looked at her and felt my cheeks beginning to burn. A girl who wasn't a third of the way through the introductory course, a total novice in our line of work, was laying out the situation for me the way I ought to have laid it out for myself.

  'What's happening right now?' Svetlana continued, not noticing the torment I was in. 'There's a serial killer destroying Dark Ones. You're on the list of suspects. The boss immediately makes a cunning move: you and Olga swap bodies. But just how cunning is this move, really? As far as I understand it, the practice of body-swapping is quite common. Boris Ignatievich himself used it only recently, didn't he? Has he ever used the same move twice in a row? Against the same enemy?'

  'I don't know, Svetlana, they don't tell me all the details of the operations. '

  'Then think for yourself. And another thing. Is Zabulon really so petty, so hysterically vengeful? He's hundreds of years old, isn't he? He's been in charge of the Day Watch for a very, very long time. If this maniac—'

  'Maverick. '

  'If they really have let this Maverick run loose on the streets of Moscow while they get ready to make their move, then would the head of the Day Watch really waste him on something that trivial? I'm sorry, Anton, but you're really not such an important target. '

  'I understand. Officially I'm a fifth-grade magician, but the boss said I could aim for third-grade. '

  'Even taking that into account. '

  We looked into each other's eyes and I shrugged:

  'I give up, Svetlana, you must be right. But I've told you all I know. And I can't see any other possible interpretation. '

  'So you're just going to follow instructions? Walk around in a skirt, never let yourself be alone for a single moment?'

  'When I joined the Watch, I knew I was giving up part of my freedom. '

  'Part of it!' Svetlana snorted. 'Is that what you call it? Okay, you know best. So we're spending the night together, then?'

  I nodded:

  'Yes . . . But not here. It's best if I stay with people all the time. '

  'What about sleeping?'

  'It's not that hard to go without sleep for a few nights,' I said with a shrug. 'I expect Olga's body is trained at least as well as mine. This last few months her life's been one never-ending high-society whirl. '

  'Anton, I haven't learned these tricks yet. When do I sleep?'

  'During the day. In class. '

  She frowned. I knew Svetlana would agree, she couldn't help herself. With her character she couldn't even refuse to help some stranger in the street, and I certainly wasn't that.

  'Why don't we go to the Maharajah?' I suggested.

  'What's that?'

  'An Indian restaurant, it's pretty good. '

  'Is it open all night?'

  'No, unfortunately. But we'll think of somewhere else to go on to afterwards. '

  Svetlana stared at me so long she got under even my naturally thick skin. What had I done wrong this time?

  'Thank you, Anton,' she said with real feeling. 'Thank you very much. You've just invited me to a restaurant. I've been waiting two months for that. '

  She got up, went across to the wardrobe, opened it and gazed thoughtfully at the clothes hanging there.

  'I don't have anything decent in your size,' she said. 'You'll have to get back into the jeans. Will they let you into the restaurant?'

  'They should,' I said, not too sure of myself. But if it came to that, I could always influence the restaurant staff a little.

  'If need be, I can practise implanting suggestions,' Svetlana said, as if she'd read my thoughts. 'I'll make them let you in. That will be a good deed, won't it?'

  'Of course. '

  'You know, Anton . . . ' she said, taking a dress off a hanger, holding it up against herself and shaking her head. Then she took out a beige suit. '. . . I'm amazed at the way the members of the Watch use the interests of the Good and the Light to justify any interference in reality. '

  'Not any interference!' I protested.

  'Absolutely any. If necessary, they'll even claim robbery's a good deed, even murder. '

  'No. '

  'Imagine you're walking along the street and you see a grown-up beating a child, right there in front of you. What would you do?'

  'If I had any margin left for intervention,' I said with a shrug, 'I'd perform a remoralisation. Naturally. '

  'And you'd be absolutely certain that was the right thing to do? Without even thinking it over, without looking into things? What if the child deserved to be punished for what it had done? What if the punishment would have saved it from serious problems later in life, but now it will grow up to be a murderer and a bandit? You and your remoralisation!'

  'Sveta, you don't understand. '

  'What don't I understand?'

  'Ev
en if I didn't have, any margin left for parapsychological influence, I still wouldn't just walk on by. '

  Svetlana snorted.

  'And you'd be certain you were right? Where's the boundary?'

  'Everyone determines that for themselves. It comes with experience. '

  She looked at me thoughtfully.

  'Anton, every novice asks these questions. I'm right, aren't I?'

  'Yes. ' I smiled.

  'And you're used to answering them, you have a series of ready-made answers, sophisms, historical examples and parallels. '

  'No, Sveta. That's not the point. The point is that the Dark Ones never ask questions like these. '

  'How do you know?'

  'A Dark Magician can heal, a Light Magician can kill,' I said. 'That's the truth. Do you know what the difference is between Light and Dark?'

  'No, I don't. For some reason, they don't teach us that. I expect it's hard to formulate clearly. '

  'Not at all. If you always put yourself and your own interests first, then your path leads through the Dark. If you think about others, it leads towards the Light. '

  'And how long will it take to reach it? The Light, I mean. '

  'For ever. '

  'This is all empty words, Anton. A word game. What does an experienced Dark Magician tell his novice? Maybe he uses words that are just as beautiful and true. '

  'Yes. About freedom. About how everyone gets the place in life that they deserve. About how pity is degrading and true love is blind, and true kindness is useless – and true freedom is freedom from everyone else. '

  'And is that a lie?'

  'No,' I said with a nod. 'That's a part of the truth too. Sveta, we're not given the chance to choose absolute truth. Truth's always two-faced. The only thing we have is the right to reject the he we find most repugnant. Do you know what I tell novices about to enter the Twilight for the first time? We enter it in order to acquire strength. And as the price for entering it we give up the part of the truth that we don't want to accept. Ordinary humans have it easier. A million times easier, even with all the disasters and problems and worries that don't exist for the Others. Humans have never had to face this choice: they can be good and bad, it all depends on the moment, on their surroundings, on the book they read yesterday, on the steak they had for dinner. That's why they're so easy to influence, even the most malicious person can easily be turned to the Light, and the kindest and most noble of men can be nudged towards the Dark. But we have made a choice. '

  'I've made it too, Anton. I've already been in the Twilight. '

  'Yes. '

  'Then why don't I understand where the boundary is and what the difference is between me and some witch who attends black masses? Why am I still asking these questions?'

  'You'll never stop asking them. Out loud at first, and later on just to yourself. It will never stop, never. If you wanted to be free of painful questions, you chose the wrong side. '

  'I chose the one I wanted. '