Who had sent the boy Egor, who never became an Other, on the same route as me? What for?
Whose game was it, whose rules and ?most important of all ?how many figures would there be on the board?
I took Zabulon's present out of my pocket. The bone was a dull yellow, but somehow I knew that the carver had depicted a black wolf. A large, mature black wolf with its head thrown back in a long, dreary howl.
Contact, help, advice...
The figure looked perfectly ordinary - you could find hundreds and thousands like it in souvenir kiosks. But I could feel the magic that permeated it. I only had to take it in my hand... arid wish. That was all.
Did I want help from the Dark Ones?
I resisted the desire to flush the little figure down the toilet and I put it back in my pocket.
There were no observers to appreciate the pathetic gesture.
I rummaged in my pocket and found a pack of cigarettes. I don't smoke so much that I suffer from withdrawal symptoms during a four-hour flight, but right then I felt like indulging some simple human weaknesses. All Others are like that - the older we get, the more petty bad habits we acquire. As if we are clinging on to the slightest manifestation of our natural being ?and there is no anchor more reliable than vice.
But then, having realised that my lighter was in my jacket pocket, without the slightest hesitation I ignited a high-temperature discharge arc between my finger and thumb - and lit up from the magic fire.
Rookie Others try to do everything with magic.
They shave with a Crystal Blade, until they lop off half a cheek or the lobe of their ear. They heat their lunch with fireballs, splashing soup all over the walls and scraping their meatballs off the ceiling. They check the probability lines before they get into a slow-moving trolley.
They enjoy the very process of using magic. They'd use it to wipe their backsides if they could.
Then Others get older and wiser and start getting more econom ical too. They realise that energy is always energy and it's better to get up out of your chair and walk across to a switch than reach out to the buttons with a stream of pure Power, that electricity will cook your steak a lot better than magic fire, and you should cover a scratch with a plaster and only use the Avicenna spell for serious injuries.
And then later, of course, unless an Other is doomed to stay at the very lowest levels of Power, genuine mastery arrives. And you no longer pay any attention to how you light your cigarette ?with gas or with magic.
I breathed out a stream of smoke.
Geser?
Zabulon?
All right, it was useless to guess. I just had to remember once and for all that everything was going to be a lot more compli cated than I'd thought at the beginning. And I should go back to my seat ?we would soon be landing.
Over the English Channel we were thrown about a bit, as usual. But we landed softly and went through the normal passport control in the blink of an eye. The other passengers moved to collect their luggage (apart from the uninitiated Egor, I was the only Other on the plane) but I dropped back a bit and found my shadow on the floor. I gazed into the grey silhouette, forcing it to assume volume and rise up towards me. I stepped into my own shadow ?and entered the Twilight.
Everything here was almost exactly the same. Walls, windows, doors. Only everything was grey, colourless. Ordinary people in the real world drifted by like slow-moving shadows. Without even knowing why, they carefully skirted round an entirely unremark able section of the corridor, and even started walking faster.
It was best to approach the customs post for Others in the Twilight, in order not to make people nervous. It was shielded by a simple spell, the Circle of Inattention, and people tried very hard not to see it. But they might spot me talking to empty space.
So I approached the desk in the Twilight, and only emerged into the real world when I was protected by the spell.
There were two customs officers ?a Light One and a Dark One. Just the way there ought to be.
Monitoring Others when they cross borders doesn't seem very logical to me. Vampires and werewolves are