Twilight Watch

Because we were all vampires.

And up there, beyond the bounds of the warm, living Earth, far from the people and animals, the plants and microbes, far from everything that breathes and moves and hastens to live- we all become absolute zeroes. Without the free supply of Power that allows us to fling a bright ball of lightning at each other so elegantly and heal sicknesses and cast hexes and turn a maple leaf into a banknote or sour milk into vintage whisky.

All our Power was not ours.

All our Power was weakness.

And that was what the fine young man Kostya Saushkin had failed to understand and refused to accept.

I heard Zabulon laugh-far, far away in the city of Saratov, standing under an awning in an open-air cafe with a glass of beer in his hand. Zabulon was gazing up at the darkening sky of evening-searching for a swift new star whose flight would be brilliant but brief.

"You look like you're crying," said Las. "Only there aren't any tears."

"You're right," I said. "No tears, and no strength either. I won't be able to open a portal to get us back. We'll have to take a plane. Or wait for the clean-up team, maybe they'll help."

"Who are you?" a technician asked. "Eh? What's going on?"

"We're inspectors from the Ministry of Health," said Las. "So why don't you tell us what you thought you were doing, burning cut ca

"What ca

"Arboraceous!" I snapped. "Come on, Las, I still have to give you the necessary explanations."

As we walked out of the hall, several technical perso

"Okay, listen to this," I told Las. "Apart from the ordinary human world that is visible to the eye, there is also a Twilight world. The Twilight can only be entered by those…"

I gulped and faltered-I'd had another vision of Kostya. Kostya as he had been ages ago, the boy-vampire who had no powers yet… "Look, I'm transforming! I'm a terrible bat! I can fly! I can fly!" Goodbye, Kostya. You made it.

You're flying now.

I continued: "The Twilight can only be entered by those who possess…"

Epilogue

Semyon came into the office, pushing Las in ahead of him, as if he were some low-grade Dark sorcerer caught red-handed in a petty offense. Las was fiddling with a tightly rolled tube of paper, trying to hide it behind his back.

Semyon flopped down into an armchair and growled, "Your protege, Anton? You sort this out."

"What's happened?" I asked cautiously.

Las's expression wasn't guilty at all. Just slightly embarrassed.

"His second day in training," said Semyon. "Absolutely basic, elementary assignments. Not even anything to do with magic…"

"And?" I encouraged him.

"I asked him to meet Mr. Sisuke Sasaki from the Tokyo Watch…"

I chortled. Semyon turned scarlet. "It's an ordinary Japanese name! No fu

"I realize that," I agreed. "Is he the same Sasaki who handled the case of the girl werewolves in '94?"

"The very same." Semyon squirmed in his chair. Las carried on standing by the door. "He's flying through on his way to Europe, and he wanted to discuss something with Gesar."

"And what happened?"

Semyon looked at Las indignantly, then cleared his throat and said, "Our trainee here inquired if the highly respected Mr. Sasaki knew Russian. I explained that he didn't. Then our trainee printed out a notice and went off to Sheremetievo to meet the Japanese gentleman… Show him the notice!"

Las sighed and unrolled the tube of paper.

The Japanese name was written in very large hieroglyphs. Las had made an effort and loaded a Japanese font.

But at the top, in slightly smaller Russian characters, it said:

"Second Moscow Congress of Victims of Forcible Infection with Cholera."

It cost me an immense effort to keep a stony face.

"Why did you write that?" I asked.

"I always meet foreigners like that," Las said in an offended tone of voice. "My business partners, and my relatives-I've got family abroad… If they don't know any Russian, I print their names in big letters in their own language and something fu

"I get the idea," I said. "What I want to know is something else-what do you do it for?"

"When the person I'm meeting comes out of customs, everyone in the place wants to know who he is," Las explained imperturbably. "When he appears, everybody smiles, lots of people even applaud and whistle and wave. He doesn't know why they're reacting like that anyway. All he can tell is that everyone's glad to see him, then he spots his name and comes over to me. I promptly roll up the notice and take him to the car. And afterward he tells everyone what wonderful, friendly people the Russians are. Everyone greeted him with a smile."

"Blockhead," I said emphatically. "That's with an ordinary person. But Sasaki's an Other. A Higher Other, as it happens! He doesn't know Russian, but he perceives the meaning of written words on the conceptual level."

Las sighed and lowered his head. "I realize that now… Well, if I've screwed up-chuck me out!"

"Was Mr. Sasaki offended?" I asked.

"When I explained everything, Mr. Sasaki was kind enough to laugh long and loud," Las replied.

"Please," I said. "Don't do it again."

"Never?"

"At least not with Others!"

"Of course I won't!" Las promised. "It spoils the whole point of the joke."

I shrugged and looked at Semyon.

"Wait for me in the corridor," Sermyon told Las. "Leave the notice here."

"Actually I collect…" Las began, but he put the notice down and went out.

When the door closed Semyon laughed, picked up the notice, rolled it back into a tube and said to me, "I'll go around the departments with it and give everyone a laugh… How are you getting on?"

"Not too bad." I leaned back in my chair. "Settling in."

"A Higher One…" Semyon drawled. "Ha… and they used to say everyone has his limits. A Higher Magician… you've made a great career for yourself, Gorodetsky!"

"Semyon… It was nothing to do with me. It just turned out that way."

"I know, I know…" Semyon stood up and started walking around the office. It was a small office, of course, but even so… "Assistant Director for Perso

"They can recruit someone from the provinces," I said. "I don't object. Or we can expect another visit from a Mirror."

"We're wiser now," Semyon said with a nod. "We always learn from our mistakes."

He moved toward the door, scratching his stomach through his linen T-shirt-a wise, benign, tired Light Magician. We all become wise and benign when we get tired. He stopped at the door and looked at me thoughtfully.

"It's a shame about young Saushkin. He was a decent guy, as far as that's possible for a Dark One. Is it getting to you much?"