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Автор: Darren Shan
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not our business. But you didn’t. You gave him free reign.”

      “I was in control,” Dervish growls. “He wasn’t a danger to anyone. I was waiting for the right moment to act.”

      “I understand,” Prae says. “But we couldn’t take any chances. We guessed you would handle the matter this way if he turned, so for some years we’d been keeping an eye on the boy. On your brother’s children too.”

      Dervish starts to retort. Stops and scowls. “Tell me why you’ve come.”

      “A few reasons,” Prae says. “One — to make sure Billy is normal.”

      “He is,” Dervish says. “We cured him.”

      “But how certain is your cure?” Prae asks. “We know about the demon you deal with, but there’s much about the process that’s a mystery. You and the others who have faced him keep it a secret. You don’t let the rest of us benefit.”

      “We can’t include you,” Dervish says stiffly. “He deals with one case at a time, and only with those who have some experience of magic. That’s how it works. It’s not our choice — it’s his.”

      “The demon,” Prae nods. “Lord–”

      “Don’t say his name here,” Dervish stops her. “It’s dangerous.”

      Prae looks around nervously. I feel the hairs rise on the back of my neck. Then Dervish catches my eye and tilts his head ever so slightly. It’s a gesture I know well — he does that sometimes instead of winking. I realise he’s winding Prae up, giving her a scare. I hide a smile behind my hand and wait for her to settle down.

      “It’s not fair,” Prae resumes, less composed than before. “We’ve never had any contact with the demon. Maybe we could strike our own deal if you put us in touch with him.”

      “You couldn’t.”

      “But you should let us try. We–”

      “We’ve had this conversation before,” Dervish interrupts. “We’re not having it again. The Lambs follow the path of science. Demons are creatures of magic. The two don’t mix. End of story.”

      “Very well,” Prae says, showing open anger for a second, her pale face flushing. “You choose to lock us out — there’s nothing we can do about that. But it means we don’t know all that we should about the cure. We have no proof that it works in the long term, or why. So it’s natural for us to be suspicious, to run our own checks, to be safe.”

      “Totally natural,” Dervish says sarcastically. “But I don’t think you’d have waited until now to make sure Billy wasn’t killing. If you were checking on him prior to his change, I’m sure you’ve monitored him in the year-plus since. So your first reason for being here is a crock — you know Billy’s fine. Let’s move on to reason two and try to make it a bit more believable this time.”

      Prae glares at Dervish, then glances at me. “Two,” she growls. “We wanted to check on Grubbs. He’s at a dangerous age. Both his brother–” My stomach tightens another notch. She knows the truth about Bill-E! “–and sister turned. We thought it advisable to have a look at him. We kept out of the way while you were… indisposed, but now that you’re back on your feet, we felt it was a good time to have a chat.” She faces me and smiles. “How have you been sleeping lately? Any bad dreams? Woken up with dirt under your fingernails or–”

      “You know what she’s doing, don’t you, Grubbs?” Dervish asks.

      “Trying to freak me out,” I mutter edgily.

      “Correct. If they wanted to check up on you, they’d do it secretly. You’d never know they were there. She’s saying this to upset you, because I’ve upset her. So ignore it. And you,” he says to Prae, “tell me the real reason you’re here or get the hell out.”

      “Very well.” Prae stares at Dervish challengingly. “We want to run some tests on Billy under laboratory conditions.”

      “You want to turn my nephew into a guinea pig?” Dervish laughs harshly. “You want me to sign him over, so you can prod and poke him and have him urinate into a bottle at your command?”

      “It’s not like that. We–”

      “Get out!” Dervish shouts.

      “You’re being unreasonable,” Prae objects. “Let me finish.”

      “Oh, you’re finished,” Dervish laughs. “I’ve heard enough. Now march back out to your car and–”

      “Have you seen a child who’s turned?” Prae asks me, raising her voice. “You must have seen your brother, but only in the early stages of his transformation. It takes a few months for the disease to properly set in. They grow hair. Their features distort. Their spines twist. I have some photographs which–”

      “No!” I shout. “I don’t want to see any photos. I’ve seen them before.”

      “Children your own age,” Prae says quickly as Dervish stands and strides towards her. “Some even younger. We have an eight-year-old girl. Her parents didn’t know about the curse. She killed her mother. Chewed her throat open and–”

      “You’re so out of here,” Dervish snarls, reaching to grab Prae’s collar.

      “Wait,” I stop him, holding up a hand.

      “Grubbs, don’t listen to–”

      “Just wait a minute. Please?”

      Dervish breathes out heavily, then takes a step back.

      “We’re trying to help,” Prae says, speaking to me but looking at Dervish. “Your uncle is a man of old science — he calls it magic, but to us it’s science by a different name. We’re of the new school. Dervish fights one battle at a time. Your mother and father made that choice too. But we’re trying to attack the root of the disease. We want everyone to benefit, not just a few. To do that, we have to examine and explore.

      “Your brother is one of the very few victims to beat the curse. If we can study him, unlock the secrets behind his remarkable cure, perhaps we can replicate it and save others — without the need for demons or so-called magic.”

      “You can’t,” Dervish says wearily. “I’ve told you before, it’s not science. It’s not of this universe. You can’t understand it and you can’t mimic it. Do you think I’d stand in your way if I thought there was the slightest chance that you could?”

      “You can’t be sure,” Prae says.

      “I am.”

      Prae mutters something beneath her breath, then tries me again. “We wouldn’t hurt Billy. You and your uncle could come and observe. We just want to know more, to understand… to help.”

      I feel sorry for Prae Athim. Despite her scary appearance and manner, she only wants to do good. But the thought of her taking Bill-E away, locking him up, experimenting on him… I shake my head.

      “You should leave now,” Dervish says quietly. “We can’t help you.”

      “You’re condemning others to change, to die,” Prae says angrily.

      Dervish shrugs. “We’ve been condemned a long time. We’re used to it.”

      He lays a hand on Prae’s shoulder. She jerks away from him and stands. “My daughter changed,” she hisses. “I tried to cure her, but I couldn’t. She’s still alive. Because I hope and believe. By denying us, you deny her and all the others like her. How will you sleep with that on your conscience?”

      “Lousily,” Dervish says. “But Billy will sleep sweetly. And to me, that’s what matters most, just as your daughter matters most to you.” He leans towards her. “If the positions were reversed, would you allow your loved one to be taken?”

      “Yes,”