Я вернула ему его книгу с просьбой подписать.
– Хм… сегодня магическая дата, – ставя её под посвящением, произнёс Страж то ли мне, то ли сам себе под нос. Даты и цифры имели для него какое-то значение…
«Она вернулась?!» – пронеслось в голове Стража.
«Покажи мне этот Дом, пожалуйста…» – мысленно попросила я.
Страж встал из-за столика и протянул мне руку. Захватив по дороге старинный фонарь, мы медленно спускались в Подземелье, а я всё сильнее чувствовала, что Портал здесь… И я его обязательно найду!
– Справа – Театр, там проходят наши спектакли, – Страж смотрел на меня с неподдельным интересом. – Но я хотел показать Вам нечто… необычное… Видите ли, в этом Особняке постоянно творятся исключительно странные истории… Возможно, Вы поможете мне разгадать одну из них…
Страж достал связку ключей, открыл дверь в потайную кладовку слева и осветил фонарём небольшое старинное трюмо с ящичками.
– В левом… – таинственно шепнул Страж и взглядом дал мне понять, что я могу открыть ящичек сама, что я и сделала, но тот оказался абсолютно… пустым, и данный факт почему-то встревожил Стража.
Он долго копался в кладовке, сканируя её вдоль и поперёк фонарём, взглядом и руками – тщетно…
Тогда я достала из своего рюкзачка и молча протянула ему…
…ПЕРЧАТКИ…
0. PROLOGUE. The Gloves
***
A few years before
I stood by the sea, with my back pressed against the Dark Tower, looking up into the black starry sky. In August, the stars used to fall there. I wanted to catch one of them to make a wish (the most common one, for mutual love), when suddenly the phone rang.
«Hello, Alice,» Ray called me, as usual, from an unidentified number.
«Hi,» I said softly, being afraid he was only a dream.
«How are you? Where are you now?»
«I’m catching stars at the Dark Tower. It looks like your Tower. I wish you were here with me now…»
«Don’t forget I am a ghost…»
And I woke up…
***
«You remind me of that man, so…»
«The sorcerer?» Roman asked.
«The Magician,» I clarified, being mentally in the Other Reality in search of my gloves. «We are going to give a performance on the 14th of February. I want you to play him.»
«Whatever you want,» Roman smiled.
Probably he admired me in some field and somehow, silently and somewhere in the depths of his soul. However, there was an invisible inner connection between us, which he probably did not feel. Roman reminded me of Ray…
«What is the role?»
«You will come to me out of the Mirror every night. Until you take me away from here…»
***
«As usual? Seafood salad or chicken?» asked Pasha smiling. He was a good-natured boy, waiter in a restaurant on the seashore by the Dark Tower, and he spoke my language a little bit.
«Yesterday I had chicken, so today bring me salad, please.»
I glanced at my watch – «Almost midnight!» – but I wasn’t alone in the restaurant. However, it was always calm there, and I’d never got afraid to return home late. Or rather, to the house where I used to live in summer.
«Okay. And coffee from me. Want, my girl?»
I didn’t scold Pasha for addressing me as «his girl», and I left one euro for tea. How many years had I been coming there? And always, with the exception of joint evenings with Dimitra, my friend, a local resident, I dined at that restaurant.
***
Gloves… the black ones…
«Where did they come from?»
The Guardian of the Portal recorded their appearance in his diary. He loved numbers, dates. They were symbols. As well as the gloves.
The Guardian sighed, carefully took the ladies’ gloves in one hand and the antique lantern in the other, left the Portal for the room, and then descended into the Dungeon to hide his find in the gloomy dressing table of the pantry.
«Has she come back?»
***
A year before
Some boxes of shoes… I opened them one by one and took out three pairs of brand-new orange sandals. A man approached me. I could clearly see his figure, but his face was foggy… I embraced the stranger and… I woke up.
«A man with a small belly appeared in my dream last night…»
«I’m losing weight! Review the dream! Probably he is already without a belly!»
«When are you coming back?»
«All