silver deer. Its lid was raised slightly and I could see a bundle of papers. There it was, my goal!
I grabbed the treasure with trembling hands and stuffed it into my bag. Now it was time to get out of there.
“Vukhdjaaz!” I howled as loud as I could. “Vukhdjaaz, it’s me!”
For a few moments nothing happened, and I started getting very nervous, afraid that my plan wouldn’t work. And then my old acquaintance appeared straight out of the bookshelves. A real little charmer. And I must confess that if anyone had told me only a few hours earlier that I would be glad to see him, I would have twirled one finger at the side of my head and told the madman where he could go.
“Well? Have you got the Horse?” he asked, his green eyes glittering furiously.
“Take me to the edge of the Forbidden Territory, please, to the start of the Street of the Roofers,” I said in a rather polite and cultured manner.
But demons are obviously not taught to be polite and cultured.
“Have you lost your mind, manling?” Vukhdjaaz hissed, grabbing me by the sides of my chest. “Or drunk a drop too much? Do I look like a carriage driver?”
“I have to get out of here!” I had no time for arguing with this creature. “Take me where I ask, and you’ll find out where to get the Horse!”
The demon gave me an angry and suspicious look, obviously wondering which way to devour me, then suddenly opened his fingers and let me go.
“All right, I’ll take you where you want to go, but if you trick me I’ll suck the marrow out of your bones.”
“A deal.” I took a deep breath.
“Are you ready, manling?”
“Yes.” Without even looking, I grabbed a couple of ancient tomes off the nearest shelf.
What can I say, it’s a professional habit. I could sell those books to people who appreciated them for huge money—why not earn a bit extra, since I hadn’t been able to stick my nose into the gnomes’ bank?
“I’ll just take . . .”
Vukhdjaaz grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and pulled me up against him.
Clack!
In the first instant the wall leapt toward me. In the second something gray flickered in front of my eyes and my ears felt as if they were stuffed with cotton wool. In the third, I was already standing beside the magic wall, blinking in amazement.
“. . . a couple of books,” I said, completing my interrupted sentence.
“You already took them,” the demon snorted. “Well? Where is it?”
“Come to the Knife and Ax tomorrow at exactly one minute after midnight and I’ll give you the Horse.”
Vukhdjaaz gave a muffled growl and bared his huge teeth. “I can tell you’re lying!”
“Why would I?” I asked, shrugging my shoulders and squinting up nervously at the sky. About two minutes to dawn at the most. “You can always find me. Come, but at precisely the time I said, otherwise the Horse might no longer be there.”
“Don’t try to tell me what to do, you little snake! I’ll be there!” the demon growled, and disappeared into the wall of the nearest house. He didn’t even remind me about sucking the marrow out of my bones.
I breathed a sigh of relief, carefully set the books on the top of the wall, clambered up onto it myself, and was about to climb down when I remembered a piece of unfinished business.
“Valder, you have to go now.”
“Good-bye,” the archmagician’s voice replied immediately.
“Thank you. Live in the light.”
I felt something disappear from inside me. The archmagician was gone.
I jumped down from the wall, then reached up and took the books lying on top of it. Well, that was that. I’d done something no one else had ever done—gone right through the Forbidden Territory. Of course, I’d cheated a bit and obtained help from a demon, but your average philistine didn’t have to know anything about that.
I was just about to go when I heard a shout from behind the wall:
“Harold, save me!”
I jumped up, grabbed hold of the top of the wall, pulled myself up, and saw who was calling me.
It was Shnyg, hobbling and stumbling along the Street of the Roofers and repeatedly falling over. So he’d survived, the tenacious son of a bitch! He must have raced the entire length of the street to get here in time.
“Shnyg, old buddy, do you need my help?”
“Harold! Don’t leave me!” he shouted.
I’m not exactly overflowing with love for neighbors who would