towards the door. The whiteness around her too-dark lips had paled further and she was suddenly sweating.
'Who? Who was it?' He stalked towards her, accelerating.
She turned and flung herself at the door, Fenlock only a second behind her. The door slammed open then banged shut, leaving the bar in deathly silence. The other customers in the bar watched us for a minute to see if we would deliver any more surprises, then went back to their drinks.
'Drink up,' said Blackbird, 'We have to be long gone by the time he catches her.' She lifted a glass of clear liquid and took a long swallow from it.
I lifted the glass and took a sip through the creamy head. The combination of the strong taste and the cold soothing texture was therapeutic. I took a longer swallow and wiped the foam from my upper lip.
'You don't know his true name, do you?' I called her bluff.
'Oh, I do. But not because of Carris. And if I once revealed it I'd either have to finish him or he'd hunt down everyone who'd heard it and kill them, so it would be a good idea to drink up.' She nodded towards the Guinness.
'Doesn't that mean he'll come looking for you?' I spoke my thoughts aloud.
'Not if he thinks I won't tell. When he eventually catches up with Carris he won't know whether I really know it or not, will he?'
I had to admire her logic, though in my current state these mental games were too challenging. Instead I concentrated on drinking down the cold dark beer. I was beginning to feel a little better, though whether that was due to the beer or the respite, I wasn't sure.
I tipped the glass up to finish it, finding it had gone down easier than I would have believed.
Blackbird slid around the seat and stood up, so I followed her lead. My vision was steady and my knees weren't wobbly any more. I might drink Guinness more often if it did me that much good.
Blackbird took the empty glasses to the bar and joined me at the door. We exited cautiously, turning back towards the crowds and mingling with the gathering groups around the tube station before passing along the opposite side of the road and heading back towards Leicester Square. I looked nervously around for signs of Fenlock or Carris. The glare spilled onto the pavement from the shops along Long Acre and we had to step around early theatregoers who were checking out menus and taking advantage of special rates as we made our way.
'Are you going to explain what happened earlier?' I prompted.
'With Fenlock?'
'No, about what Kareesh said. What did she mean about my having another name?'
'I don't know, Rabbit. I've never heard her volunteer anything like that before. It's not like her just to come out with things.'
Have you known her long?' I edged around the question of parentage as we crossed the junction with St Martin's Lane.
'Most of my life.'
Only most of it? 'You seem very close to her.'
'She brought me up; she's the closest thing I have to family.'
Close to family, but not family. What did that mean?
'Did I choose correctly?' I shied away from the question I wanted to ask.
'You did well, though I don't know if you chose correctly. Only time will tell us that.'
'It was all so confusing, so fast.' It was ironic since we had spent half a day down there. 'There was a hall, with a high vaulted roof, all in darkness and surrounded by water. In the middle there was this thing, like an altar, only caked in weeds and stuff. What does it mean?'
'The visions are like that. They are fragments from your possible future. They are not precise. That was why I was so surprised when she said what she did, about your name I mean. It's just not like her.'
'You care about her, don't you?' It was impossible not to hear the worry in her voice.
'She's very old. Each time I go to see her I wonder if it'll be the last. She was there for me when no one else was.'
'So you're not related?'
'No. Whatever made you think…?' She paused. I tried to look interested in a watch shop we were passing but she had stopped and I had to stop too. I had no idea where we were going.
There was a long silence while she just looked at me. I felt as if I was being punished for something out of my control, but at that moment my entire life was out of my control. I didn't know enough to be able to make judgements any more. I only knew how to ask questions.
She sighed as if resigning herself to something, then gathered herself together and straightened her shoulders.
'Tonight you need to clear out of your flat. Remove anything that identifies your daughter or anyone else you care for. Either arrange for your things to be sent somewhere safe and anonymous or else destroy them completely. Don't leave any link that could be taken as a clue. Not souvenirs, nor photographs, nor letters, understand? Nothing that will give you away.'
I nodded, feeling cold inside. I recognised the signs, I had been dumped before. She was cutting me loose.
'Sever your ties with the flat and with your current existence. Settle your bills only if you can do it tonight and be out by morning. Take only what you can run with. Carry too much and it'll probably kill you. Take a little non- perishable food with you, you don't know where your next meal is coming from. Leave nothing. Understand?'
'I am to leave nothing.' But she was the one who was leaving.
'Head back into central London tomorrow morning. You'll be harder to find in the city.'
'I understand.' I wanted to say something that would persuade her to stay with me but her expression ruled out any appeal.
'OK. Now go and do it.'
We stood there.
'Well go on then,' she said.
'Where shall I meet you tomorrow?'
'I'll find you,' she said, but there was a hint of something else in her voice: not a lie, but not the truth either.
'Promise?'
'Just go. And watch your back.' She was exasperated, impatient for me to leave.
I waited a moment more but there was no sign of the promise I'd hoped for. She had become my mentor and my guide, but she'd indicated from the start that it wouldn't last. My curiosity had led me to push her that little bit too hard and now she was pushing me away.
Reluctantly, I turned and walked towards the tube station. Like Orpheus, who was warned not to look back, I turned to see whether she was watching me go. There was no sign of her. I hadn't really expected there to be. I was on my own. Well, I could do alone when I had to. I had been there before.
I walked past the open doorways threading my way through tourists and commuters until I made it to the tube station. The rush-hour was starting to build so that the noise in the ticket hall was a constant clamour of voices, barriers thumping closed and announcements that were barely intelligible over the general hubbub. I merged with the stream of people and stepped onto the escalator, letting it carry me down as people too impatient for its steady descent jostled past.
Trying to keep aware of the people around me, I looked for signs of unusual behaviour in the crowds. It was like looking for a blade of grass in a hayfield. So many people in London looked strange, it was impossible to discriminate. I settled for trying to look anonymous.
I took the first train heading south and west. Tired-looking commuters mixed with early evening socialites, packing themselves in until there was no room to breathe. If I was caught here there was no escape. Strangely though, pressed in with my fellows, I felt safer than I had on the backstreets. If someone wanted me then they would have to push past twelve other people to get to me, or at least that's what I told myself.
As the stops got further out, the press thinned, allowing me to take a seat and look around. No one looked remarkable, but as I said, this was London. I found myself thinking back through the day looking for the flaw which would reveal the punch-line, the key to the joke I didn't get. Instead I was left with only a sense of lingering paranoia. At the same time, the day seemed unreal, as if it had happened to someone else. I had met Gramawl and
