Just try finding the right approach for each one! And from a distance!
‘They followed me,’ Alisher explained while I, protected by my own Sphere of Denial, stood at the window and studied the warriors who had surrounded us. ‘I don’t know how, but they followed me all the way from the airport. I always had the feeling I was being followed, but I couldn’t spot anything. And then, when I was leaving my acquaintances’ house … they tried to arrest me. About twenty men. Not a single Other. I tried to shield myself from them, but they could see me!’
They could see me too. Not all of them, but a few soldiers had clearly spotted me despite the magic. That meant that they had been charged with search spells as well as protective spells. Glance of the Heart, Clear Gaze, True Vision – the magical arsenal is quite extensive. Light Ones and Dark Ones have been thinking up ways to deceive each other for thousands of years.
And now it had all been turned against us.
‘How did you get away from them?’ I asked, moving away from the window.
‘Through the Twilight. Only …’ Alisher hesitated. ‘They were waiting for me there, too. There was someone keeping watch on the second level … I got out as fast as I could.’
‘Who was it on watch? A Light One? A Dark One?’
Alisher gulped and smiled awkwardly.
‘I think it was a deva.’
‘Nonsense,’ I exclaimed, suppressing the urge to swear. ‘Devas don’t exist.’
‘They don’t exist in Moscow, but we have them here,’ Timur stated with absolute certainty. He caught my gaze where it focused on the door leading to the Dark Ones. ‘Anton, believe me. It’s not them! They have no reason to attack us, and to involve people as well! The Inquisition would have their heads!’
I nodded. I wasn’t even thinking of suspecting the Samarkand Day Watch.
‘Get in touch with the top management in Tashkent. Tell them to stop these men!’
‘How?’ asked Timur, puzzled.
‘By human methods! Phone calls to the ministers of defence and internal affairs! And get on to the Inquisition, quick!’
‘What shall I say?’ Valentina Ilinichna asked, taking out an old mobile phone.
‘Tell them we have a critical situation here. An alpha-prime violation of the Great Treaty. The provision of information concerning Others to human beings, the involvement of human beings in confrontation between the Watches, the illegal use of magic, the illegal dissemination of magic, violation of the agreement on the separation of powers … in brief, violations of clauses one, six, eight, eleven and fourteen of the Basic Appendix to the Treaty. I think that will be enough.’
Valentina Ilinihcna was already making the call. I looked out of the window again. The soldiers were waiting, sitting on the picket fence. What were the walls made of here? If they really were compressed reeds, bullets would go straight through them …
‘Ah, what beautiful words!’ Afandi suddenly exclaimed. He was still sitting at the table and chewing with relish on a piece of sausage. His glass was full, and the cognac bottle on the table was empty. ‘A violation of the Basic Appendix! That makes everything clear all right, clear as day. Keep giving the orders, Commander!’
I turned away from Afandi. It was just my luck – the person all my hopes rested on was as half-witted as the devona before he met Gesar …
‘Time to be going, lads,’ I said. ‘I’m sorry things turned out this way.’
‘Anton, can you disperse them?’ Nodir asked, with timid hope in his voice.
‘I can kill them, no problem. But not disperse them.’
Someone began hammering on the door that led to the Dark Ones’ office. Timur walked over, asked something and opened it. The two Dark Ones who were on duty there came running in. Judging from their bewildered expressions, they had only just discovered the cordon and were desperate for explanations.
‘What are you doing, Light One?’ howled the one who was a bit older. ‘Why did you bring these men here?’
‘Quiet,’ I said, raising my hand. ‘Shut up!’
He had enough wits to do as I said.
‘This situation comes under point one of the Appendix to the Great Treaty,’ I said and Afandi grunted loudly. I gave him an angry sideways glance, but the old man had just swallowed an entire glass of cognac, and now he was breathing rapidly and pressing his hand to his mouth. I continued: ‘In this situation, under the terms of the Convention of Prague, as the most powerful magician here, I assume general command of all Others here present. All Others here present!’
The young Dark One looked at his elder, who frowned, nodded and said:
‘We await your orders, Higher One.’
‘Total evacuation of the Watches,’ I said. ‘All documents and artefacts to be destroyed. Get to it.’
‘How are we going to get out?’ the young Dark One asked. ‘Put up shields?’
I shook my head.
‘I’m afraid they have charmed bullets. We have to leave via the Twilight.’
‘Oh, Afandi has been in the Twilight!’ the old man declared loudly. ‘Afandi can walk in the Twilight!’
‘Afandi, you will go with me and Alisher,’ I ordered. ‘The others…’
Alisher looked at me in alarm and moved his lips soundlessly.
‘The deva …’
‘The others will cover us,’ I ordered.
‘Why should we?’ the young Dark One protested. ‘We—’
I waved my hand, and the Dark One squirmed and squealed in agony, pressing his hands against his stomach.
‘Because I order it,’ I explained, removing the pain. ‘Because I am a Higher Magician and you are fifth level. Do you understand?’
‘Yes.’ Appallingly enough, there wasn’t even a hint of indignation in the Dark One’s voice. He had tried to throw his weight about, been punished and accepted my right to command because I was more powerful. Later, of course, he would write a whole bunch of complaints to the Inquisition. But for now he would obey.
Meanwhile the other Watch members were destroying their offices. The older Dark One was working alone, but he seemed to have everything under control. The destruction spells had been applied to the safe in advance – there was smoke pouring out of the keyhole – and they had been applied to all the documents too: the ones on the desk were curling up, turning yellow and crumbling to pieces. The Light Ones were burning everything by hand, and they were doing it with real enthusiasm: I watched as Timur drove a deftly rolled fireball straight through the metal wall of the safe and it exploded inside.
‘They’ve gone very quiet,’ Alisher said anxiously, glancing out of the window. ‘They’ll see the smoke any minute …’
They saw it all right. A voice with a strong accent addressed us in Russian through a megaphone:
‘Terrorists! Lay down your weapons and leave the building one at a time! You are surrounded! If you do not comply, we will storm the building!’
‘What crazy nonsense …’ Valentina Ilinichna exclaimed indignantly. ‘Terrorists – would you believe it!’
A second later Alisher leapt back from the window and the glass shattered with a tinkling sound. A small metal cylinder fell to the floor, spinning around its axis.
‘Let’s leave!’ I shouted, diving into the Twilight. After the heat of Samarkand, the coolness of the first level was actually quite pleasant.
That very moment the grey gloom around me was lit up brightly. I didn’t even want to think about how blinding the flash must have been in the human world. Fortunately, from down there in the Twilight I couldn’t hear the ear-splitting screech.
I’d never thought that the Special Services’ light-and-sound grenades could be so devastating against Others. Only Valentina Ilinichna had managed to withdraw into the Twilight with me – in here she looked like a slim young woman no more than thirty years old.
The other Watch members were blundering helplessly around the room. Some were rubbing at their eyes, some were holding their ears. A lig
ht-and-sound grenade blinds you for ten to twenty seconds, so they couldn’t withdraw into the Twilight.
‘Help the boys!’ I shouted to Valentina and rushed to the doors. I flung them open in the Twilight, not the ordinary world, and looked outside.
Yes, of course, they were already storming us. Clumsily and stupidly, en masse – there were dozens of Special Services men running towards the entrance, and the soldiers on the other side of the fence had started firing at the windows. The assault was uncoordinated, as it always is whenever somebody gets the clever idea of creating a joint unit of militiamen, common soldiers and Special Services. I saw one of the Special Services men throw his hands up and fall – he had taken a bullet in the back. But he probably wouldn’t have anything worse than bruising – the troops in the assault wave were wearing bulletproof vests.
But the fact that several marksmen started aiming their shots at me was very bad news. That was either Clear Gaze or True Vision. Which was very, very serious indeed. And the bullets really were charmed up to the hilt. Not only did they exist in the real world and the first level of the Twilight at the same time, they were packed with deadly magic!
I ducked – fortunately, our enemies had not been accelerated and the advantage of speed remained with me. I waved my hand, allowing the Power to flow from my fingertips. A rain of fire fell on the earth and a wall of smoke and flame sprang up in front of the attackers. Right – now, lads, are you ready to jump into the fire?
They weren’t. They stopped (one was moving too fast and he stuck his face into the flames and jumped back with a howl), then they drew back and started raising their automatic rifles.
Naturally, I didn’t wait for them to fire. I burst back into the house, on the way reducing the dubious Night Watch sign to cinders with a fireball. The adrenalin was coursing through my veins.
War games? All right, then, let’s play war games!
Hang the Absolute Lock spell on the door (actually there are two of these spells, but the other one wouldn’t have had any effect if it was applied to an inanimate object). Hang a Light Shield right across the walls, one that would hold against automatic fire for about five minutes. Of course, the attackers would notice that something was wrong. But there was no way that we could leave secretly now.
The two Dark Ones entered the Twilight one after the other – they had been standing with their backs to the grenade when it exploded. The older one was about to strike the window with something, but I caught hold of his arm.
‘What have you got there?’
He bared his long, crooked teeth in a grin. Well, well, an ordinary weak Dark Magician, but what a jaw he had sprouted now!
‘They’ll shit themselves. Just a little bit.’
‘Go ahead,’ I agreed. ‘Only not here. Cover your side!’
Timur entered the Twilight, followed by Alisher, who was dragging Murat after him. Only Nodir was still rubbing his eyes, unable to recover his senses: he had been blinded worst of all.
‘Alisher, let’s get Afandi!’ I shouted.
We walked over to the old man who was still sitting at the table, trying to suck on the mouth of a fresh bottle of cognac.
‘On the count of two,’ I said. ‘One, two …’
We leapt out of the Twilight, grabbed Afandi under the arms and lifted him off his chair. With my free hand I managed to grab the bag with all my bits and pieces and throw the strap across my shoulder. The bursts of automatic fire thundered in my ears and the bullets jangled as they ricocheted off the Shield. The crimson flames flickered outside the windows. With a deft movement, the old man managed to get one suck at the bottle – just at the moment when we dragged him into the Twilight.
‘Ai!’ he exclaimed in disappointment. The bottle had been left behind in the normal world, and Afandi’s hand closed on emptiness. ‘Ai, the drink’s disappearing!’
‘Grandad, we haven’t got any time for drink,’ Alisher told him with quite incredible patience. ‘Enemies have attacked us – we’re leaving!’
‘No surrender to the enemies!’ Afandi exclaimed gleefully. ‘Into battle!’
At long last Nodir too entered the Twilight. I looked round at my improvised army: four weak Light Ones, two weak Dark Ones, Alisher, who had been tested on the streets of Moscow, and Afandi as ballast. Well, if could have been worse. Even if those Higher Ones who had been in Scotland were hiding somewhere around here, we could give them a fight for their money.
‘Let’s leave!’ I commanded. ‘Alisher, you take Afandi! Valentina, Timur – you go first! Everybody erect the Magician’s Shield!’
We left straight through the wall. On the second level of the Twilight it wouldn’t have existed at all. On the first level it did exist, and it even seemed to slow down our movements. But if you took a run, it was possible to pass through almost any material object down here.
And we did pass through it. Only Afandi got one leg stuck, and he jerked it about in the wall for a long time before he broke free, leaving one trainer behind. It would stay hanging there on the first level of the Twilight, slowly fading away over a period of several months. A few particularly sensitive people would even notice it out of the corner of their eye – provided, of course, that the building survived
On the side we broke out through, the cordon was thinner. Five men with sub-machine guns were staring at the blank wall, obviously puzzled about why they had been stationed there. But two of them turned out to be charmed and they saw us. I don’t know what we looked like – ordinary people who leapt out through the wall or spectral shadows. In any case, there was no goodwill evident in the soldiers’ faces, only fear and the readiness to shoot. Valentina did the right thing – her spell had no visible effect, but the foolproof Kalashnikov in one soldier’s hands refused to fire. And then Timur hurled a fireball through the Twilight and burned off the barrel of the other soldier’s automatic rifle.
That was a mistake!
Sure, those two couldn’t shoot any more. But their comrades, who couldn’t locate us themselves, saw the ball of flame come flying out of nowhere – and they started firing. Either out of sheer fright or because they had been trained to do it.
At first I thought Timur hadn’t put up a Shield. The burst of fire literally cut straight through him – I saw the bullets leave holes in his back, one after another. He fell over on to his back, and then I saw that he did have a Shield after all. A weak one, only at the front, but it was there.
The enchanted bullets had pierced straight through his magical armour. It was the very same technique as in Edinburgh!
‘Tim!’ Nodir shouted, bending down over his friend.
That was what saved him – several bursts of fire from the soldiers blazing away erratically with their automatic weapons went right over his head.
The next moment, before I could do anything to stop him, Murat struck back.
They didn’t have a very wide choice of spells. As provincial magicians unused to combat and not naturally very powerful, they were quite unprepared for this skirmish with human beings who could kill Others.
Murat used some version of the White Sword that I didn’t know. In theory this spell should only kill Dark Others and people who are totally given over to evil. In practice, you have to be a monk who spends his days in prayer and self-mortification for the remorseless blow not to cause you any harm. Any trace of aggression or fear makes a man vulnerable to the blade of pure Light.
Those young Uzbek lads in military uniform had any amount of fear and aggression in them.
The white blade cut straight through four soldiers like a sharp scythe mowing down wheat. It literally sliced them in half. With fountains of blood and other unmentionable sights. The fifth soldier dropped his automatic weapon and took to his heels, screaming wildly. Even seen from the Twilight he seemed to be moving fast, he put on such a burst of speed!
Murat was frozen to the spot. I walked round in front of him. The white blade was still fading away in his hand and he looked very cal
m, almost sleepy. I looked into his eyes and found the answer to my question.
It was over. He was already withdrawing.
I squatted down beside Nodir and shook him by the shoulder:
‘Let’s go.’
He turned his face towards me and said in a surprised voice:
‘They killed Timur. They shot him!’
‘I can see. Let’s go.’
Nodir started shaking his head.
‘No! We can’t leave him here …’
‘We can and we will! Our enemies won’t get their hands on the body; it will dissolve in the Twilight. We’ll all go that way sooner or later. Get up.’
He shook his head again.
‘Get up. The Light needs you.’
Nodir groaned, but he got up. And then his gaze fell on Murat. He shook his head again, as if he was trying to shake out the sudden overload of dark impressions. He dashed over to Murat and tried to grab hold of his arm.
His fingers clutched nothing but air. Murat was melting away, dissolving into the Twilight. Far more quickly than Timur’s dead body would disappear. A Light Magician has to have a lot of experience of life in order to convince himself that he has the right to kill four people. I could probably have held out. Murat couldn’t.
‘Let’s go!’ I ordered, giving Nodir a slap across the face. ‘Let’s go!’
Somehow he managed to pull himself together and plod along behind me – away from the office, which was still being stormed, away from two comrades, one dead and one dying. Valentina walked in front, with the Dark Ones beside her. Alisher was dragging along Afandi, who had sobered up and calmed down. Nodir and I brought up the rear of the procession.
They started firing after us again – the screams of the soldier who had survived had attracted attention. I raised another Wall of Flame and, unable to resist, flung a small fireball at the old Peugeot by the fence. The car flared up in a jolly blaze, adding a little French charm to the Central Asian landscape.
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