Wind in the Hands by Rami Yudovin Page A

her. What sort of acquaintances you have,” the Soldier grinned bewildered. “She is a close friend of the Seer. She can’t be trusted.”
    “We live in the time when we cannot trust ourselves,” the Stranger smiled remembering an old joke.
    The Medium came up.
    “This is Soldier,” the Stranger introduced his comrade.
    “I can see he is no general,” she said drily.
    “This is Medium,” the Stranger uttered meaningfully.
    “I can see she is not a kind fairy,” despite the outer beauty of the woman, the Soldier found something repelling in her. Her eyes were strong and searching but without kindness.
    “Glad you are friends now,” the Stranger joked to clear the air. “Let’s talk business.”
    The Soldier looked at the woman askance once again, displeased.
    “Here are photos I have taken from the agents. The Seer knew about our plans and passed the photographs to the security with the only purpose to detain us.”
    “Are you sure you know what you are talking about?” the Medium looked at him surprised.
    “I can answer for every word,” the Soldier rapped out firmly.
    “He is right,” the Stranger supported him. “We’ll think over the Seer’s reasons later. Now we must think how to get to the City doing without the railway.”
    “I’ll call the Seer and find out what is going on,” the Medium suggested. She was apparently upset.
    “People like Seer never act rashly. He knows what he is doing,” the Stranger said.
    “Maybe he is right and you shouldn’t go to the City. The Seer really knows what he is talking about. He couldn’t convince you and resorted to security agents, although I categorically against cooperation with these people,” the Medium was watching him warily.
    “The Seer is a great man but he is only human and thinks in human categories. And I have heard the voice other than human that is why I’m going to the City. You can leave me,” the Stranger said calmly but firmly.
    “Your power has shattered the Seer,” the Soldier rapped out again. “I’ve seen it with my own eyes. I’ve seen you and I’ve seen him. I’m with you.”
    “I need to talk with the Seer,” the Medium insisted.
    “It’s your right,” the Stranger smiled. “Call him.”
    “This is silly,” the Soldier whispered. “She will betray us.”
    “Let’s step away. Let’s not interfere,” the Stranger asked him and added confidently: “she will not betray us. The Seer can find us without her help.”
    “You are too trusting,” the Soldier sounded doubtful.
    The Medium moved away and dialed the number, several minutes passed before the Seer answered.
    “Glad to hear you, baby. I’ve been thinking about you. You wanted to pop in, didn’t you?” he said amiably.
    “Have I woken you up?”
    “I’m not sleeping. What’s wrong?” the Seer caught anxiety in the voice of his friend.
    “Do you know the Stranger?”
    “Who is this?” the Seer asked her as indifferently as possible, but his heart started to beat violently.
    “He and his companion visited you yesterday.”
    “How do you know?”
    “I saw them leave your house. Got to know one of them. The Stranger is a very interesting person. Such people are not to be hurt, it’s dangerous,” the Medium reminded him.
    “It is he who is dangerous,” the Seer said coarsely. “And he doesn’t understand the weapon he has.”
    “And why have you set your dogs on him?”
    “I have asked them not to make any harm to him. By the way, his friend has sent two agents to hospital. And that’s without mentioning the Stranger’s abilities. I think if he finds his way to the City, the consequences will be most unpredictable,” the Seer wanted understanding.
    “When did you start to care for the world’s destiny?” the Medium sounded mocking.
    “Don’t forget who you are, girl,” he stopped her. “Remember who you are talking with. I won’t ask you to help to detain them, but I beg you, keep away from them.”
    He put down the