Сергей Лукьяненко - Day Watch

Igor smiled, as if reconciling himself to the fact that he couldn't finish what he wanted to say. And then he suddenly asked in a businesslike, serious voice, "For long?"

"Twenty years at most," Gesar said quite calmly, as if he'd been expecting this question.

"Gesar, do you hope that will be long enough for me to stop loving Alisa?"

"That too," Gesar admitted. "But the Watch needs you right now. In the years immediately ahead."

"What do you want me to do, Gesar?"

"Don't get in our way, Igor. We're going to try to get you out of this. And we will get you out of it, believe me, if you just don't get in our way… or even better, if you help us just a little bit."

Igor thought about it. Then he said, "I won't accuse Alisa Donnikova of enchanting me. It's not true."

"But you can express the suspicion that your meeting was set up by the Moscow Day Watch?"

"Yes, I can," Igor said with a nod. "That's probably the way it was."

"That's enough," said Gesar with a shrug. "I don't ask anything else of you." And he really did look satisfied with that.

Anton cleared his throat and waited for Gesar to look at him. Then he said, "Boris Ignatievich, I'd like to ask you to do something for me. Can you explain what role Igor plays in our latest plot?"

"Just Igor?"

"Yes. What you need Svetlana for, and the devona Alisher, is clear enough already."

The young Uzbeki magician standing stock still in the corner started.

"The new generation's coming along well…" Gesar said in a tired voice. "Shrewd. But stupid at the same time…" He hesitated and looked around at everyone there. Then he shook his head, and Anton sensed the Power spreading around them and flooding the room. The elastic wall was pressing something back, squeezing it out… "I can't tell you," Gesar admitted unexpectedly. "I can't tell you for one simple reason…"

"We'd refuse to cooperate?" Anton asked sharply.

Gesar shook his head. "No. On the contrary. I swear on the Light that what is going on will cause no harm to any of you. Neither to your magical or your human being… In fact, you would cooperate with genuine, sincere zeal. But…"

He was weighing every word now.

"What is taking place now really is the final operation of the Moscow Night Watch. Unfortunately, it is also the final operation of the Day Watch. Too much depends on the actions taken by everyone sitting here, as well as on the actions taken by our enemies. We are making our moves and our enemies are making theirs. They could be wrong, unsuccessful, mistaken. But the victory will go to those who make the final correct move."

"The victors are never judged," Anton agreed. "And the pieces on a chessboard are not given the right to move independently."

"Zabulon will easily read any move that any of you make!" Gesar barked. "And don't imagine, Anton, that when you rammed the Mirror's car it was a move that hadn't been foreseen! Yes, it was a successful move, the lesser of two evils. But even that was anticipated. By Zabulon… and by me." He paused for breath and went on more calmly: "Folks… to me you are not just pieces on a chessboard. Believe me. You're more than just tools."

"But one of us," said Svetlana with a smile acknowledging that she was the only woman in the room, "is the lathe for producing a tool?"

Anton didn't ask how she had realized. Maybe she'd been drawing up diagrams too-without letting even him know? Or maybe she'd already sensed something when she still had her powers?

Gesar paused, lowering his head. He seemed to be thinking hard… And then Anton realized that the strength of the protective cocoon around them had increased to a quite incredible level. Where was the limit to the Power of the Great Magicians? Was there even a limit to it at all?

"All right," Gesar said with a nod. "Svetlana, you're right… but only partly… ah, Light and Darkness!"

He lowered himself into an armchair, took out the cigarettes again, and lit one. He took two drags and started speaking: "Svetlana, you are a Great Enchantress. They're only born every few centuries. Potentially, you're more powerful than Olga… probably… But your value to the Light Ones-and I don't mean just our Watch, but Light Ones in general-is that you can become the mother of the Messiah."

"After Olga rewrote my Book of Destiny," Svetlana said.

"No. Not after that. It's not possible to rewrite the destiny of an Other as easily as the destiny of a human being. It was predetermined from the very beginning. We only corrected a few details. Minor ones. That don't affect you or the future… the prospective child."

"What details?" The anger could suddenly be heard in Svet-lana's voice, the anger she'd restrained for so long. Now it was Anton who wanted to shout out as her fingers dug into the palm of his hand.

"Only the date." Gesar had no intention of giving way to pressure from Svetlana. "Nothing but the date. Two thousand years after the birth of Christ is the peak of human belief in the coming of the Messiah."

"Thank you very much," said Svetlana in a voice trembling with fury. "So you decided when I would have him and who his father would be?"

"In the first place, why 'him'?" Gesar asked.

Anton had been on the point of putting in a few words, mostly to clarify what Svetlana had said about the father, but he choked on this swift rejoinder. Svetlana's hand went limp too.

"For some the father and mother decide, for some it's the drunken obstetrician, for others it's an extra glass of vodka," Gesar said in a melancholy voice. There was no need for him to say "in the second place."

"Svetlana, my child! It's dangerous to play with such forces, with such predetermination. Even I'm not trying to do that. It is predetermined that you can give birth to a daughter who will become the greatest figure in the war between the Light and the Darkness. Her word will change the entire world. Her word will make sinners repent. At a glance from her the greatest magicians of Darkness will go down on their knees."

"It's only a probability…" Svetlana whispered.

"Of course. There is no fate-which is both unfortunate and fortunate. But you must believe that an old, weary magician is doing everything he can to make it a reality."

"I should have stayed a human being…" Svetlana whispered. "I should have…"

"Have you looked at any icons recently?" Gesar asked. "Look into Mary's eyes and think why they're always so sad."

The room was very quiet.

"I've already told you more than I have any right to." Gesar spread his arms in a guilty shrug, and for the first time ever it seemed to Anton that he wasn't acting at all. "But I have told you, I've put one foot over the line of what is permissible. It's up to you to decide. To think who is a figure on a chessboard, and who is a rational individual, capable of seeing past imaginary offenses."

"Imaginary?" Svetlana asked bitterly.

"When they explained that you had to wash your hands after playing in the sandpit or made you tie the ribbon on your braid in a bow-that was interference in your destiny too," said Gesar. "And I think it was justified."

"You're not my father, Boris Ignatievich!" said Svetlana.

"No, of course not. But to me, you're all my children…" Gesar sighed. "I'll wait for you in the hall… that is, Alisher and I will wait. Join us if you want to."

He went out, and the devona followed him like a shadow.

Igor was the first to say anything. "What hurts most is that he's right about some things."

"If you'd been told that you have to give birth to a Messiah, then I'd talk to you about what's right or wrong," Svetlana replied abruptly.

"That would be rather, well… difficult for me," Igor admitted in an embarrassed voice.

Anton was the first to smile. He looked at Svetlana and said, "Listen… I remember how indignant you were about the injustice of destiny-that generally speaking, Others only have children who are ordinary people…"