Rustam’s hair, however, was actually black. And of course, his eastern origins could be seen in the features of his face.
‘So you are Rustam after all,’ I said, bowing my head. ‘Greetings, Great One! Thank you for responding to our request.’
Beside me Alisher went down on one knee, like a valorous knight in front of his lord – respectfully, but proudly.
‘Afandi is not Rustam,’ the ancient magician replied. His gaze was clouded, as if he were listening to someone else’s voice. ‘Afandi is my pupil, my friend, my guardian. I no longer live among people. My home is the Twilight. If I need to walk among mortals, I borrow his body.’
So that was it… I nodded in acknowledgement of his words and said:
‘You know why we have come here, Great One.’
‘I do, and I would prefer not to answer Geser’s question.’
‘Geser said that you—’
‘My debt to Geser is my debt.’ A spark of fury glinted in Rustam’s eyes. ‘I remember our friendship and I remember our enmity. I asked him to leave the Watch. I asked him to stop the war over people. For the people’s own sake. But Geser is like this youth …’
He stopped talking and looked at Alisher.
‘Will you help us?’ I asked.
‘I will answer one question,’ said Rustam. ‘One question. And then my debt to Geser will be no more. Ask, but do not make any mistake.’
I almost blurted out: ‘Did you really know Merlin?’ Oh, these sly tricks… ask one question, make three wishes…
‘What is the Crown of All Things and what is the easiest way to get it from the seventh level of the Twilight?’ I asked.
A smile appeared on Rustam’s face.
‘You remind me of a certain man from Khorezm. A cunning merchant to whom I owed money … and I promised to grant him three wishes. He thought for a long time and said: “I wish to grow young again, be cured of all ailments and become rich – that is one wish.” No, young magician. We shall not play that game. I am not granting a wish, I am answering one question. That will be enough. What is it that you wish to know? What the Crown of All Things is, or how to get it?’
‘I really don’t want to wind up like Pandora by asking “How do I open this box?’” I muttered.
Rustam laughed, and there was a hint of madness in his laugh.
But what else could you expect from a Light One who had dissolved into the Twilight and was living beside the enemies he had once condemned to eternal torment? He had fixed his own punishment, or penance, and it was slowly killing him.
‘What is the Crown of All Things?’ I asked.
‘A spell that pierces through the Twilight and connects it with the human world,’ Rustam responded instantly. ‘You made the right choice, young magician. The reply to the second question would have confused you.’
‘Oh no, if you’re answering one question, then answer fair and square!’ I exclaimed. ‘Explain how this spell works and what it’s for!’
‘Very well,’ Rustam agreed with surprising readiness. ‘The strength of an Other lies in the ability to use the human Power flowing through all the levels of the Twilight. Our world is like an immense plain covered with tiny springs that give out Power, but do not know how to use it. We Others are merely the ruts into which this water flows from the hundreds and thousands of springs. We do not provide a drop of water to this world. But we know how to retain and use the water of other people. Our ability to accumulate that Power is the consequence of our ability to immerse ourselves in the Twilight, to break through the barriers between the levels and manipulate ever more powerful energies. The spell that was invented by the Great Merlin erases the barriers between our world and the levels of the Twilight. What do you think would happen as a result of that, young magician?’
‘A catastrophe?’ I guessed. ‘The Twilight world is different from ours. On the third level there are two moons…’
‘Merlin thought otherwise,’ Rustam said. He seemed quite carried away now that he had answered the question and was perfectly willing to talk. ‘Merlin believed that each level of the Twilight is something that didn’t happen to our world. A possibility that was never realised. A shadow cast on existence. He thought our world would not die, it would destroy the Twilight. Obliterate it, as the sunlight obliterates shadows. Power would flood the entire world, like the waters of the ocean. And under that layer of water, it would make no difference who had once been able to immerse himself in the Twilight and who had not. Others would lose their Power. For ever.’
‘Is that certain, Rustam?’
‘Who can say?’ Rustam asked, spreading his hands wide. ‘I answer your second question because I do not know the answer. Perhaps that is what would happen. People would not even notice the change, and Others would become ordinary people. But that is the simplest answer, and is the simple answer always right? Possibly catastrophe would await us. Two small moons colliding with one large one, blue moss starting to grow in the wheat fields … who can say, magician, who can say? Perhaps Others would grow weaker, but still retain some of their powers. Or perhaps something absolutely inconceivable would happen. Something we cannot even begin to imagine. Merlin did not take the risk of using the spell. He invented it to amuse himself. He found it pleasant to think that he could change the entire world … but he did not intend to do it. And I think Merlin was right. It is not a good idea to touch what he has hidden in the Twilight.’
‘But the Crown of All Things is already being hunted,’ I said.
‘That is bad,’ Rustam declared imperturbably. ‘I would advise you to cease these attempts.’
‘We’re not the ones,’ I said. ‘It’s someone quite different. An Inquisitor, a Light One and a Dark One, who have joined forces.’
‘Interesting,’ Rustam said. ‘It is not often that a single goal brings enemies together.’
‘Can you help us to stop them?’
‘No.’
‘But you say yourself that it is bad!’
‘There is very much in the world that is bad. But usually the attempt to defeat evil engenders more evil. I advise you to do good – that is the only way to win the victory!’
Alisher snorted indignantly and even I winced at this well-meant but totally useless conclusion. I thought what a victory evil would have won if Rustam and Geser had not used the White Mist! Perhaps I did feel pity for the incarcerated Dark Ones, but I had no doubt at all that if they had destroyed the two Light Ones standing in their way an agonising death would have awaited the Others and the people whom Geser and Rustam were defending … Yes, perhaps you couldn’t defeat evil with evil. But you couldn’t increase the amount of good by using nothing but good.
‘Can you at least suggest what they are trying to achieve?’ I asked.
‘No,’ said Rustam, shaking his head. ‘I cannot. Erase the difference between people and Others? Why, that is stupid. In that case you ought to erase all the inequality in the world. Between rich and poor, strong and weak, men and women. It would be simpler to kill everyone.’ He laughed and I was horrified to realise yet again that the Great Magician was not entirely sane.
But I replied politely:
‘You are right, Great Rustam. It is a stupid goal. One Other has already tried to attain it… with the help of the book Fuaran. Only by another means, by transforming all people into Others.’
‘A fine jest,’ Rustam replied without any particular interest. ‘But I agree, these are two roads that lead to the same goal. No, young magician! It is perhaps more complicated than that.’ He screwed up his eyes. ‘I think the Inquisitor found something in the archives. An answer to the question of what the Crown of All Things really is.’