At the end of that lifetime, she began to get dressed. He watched her in silence, and a strange, appalling grief gripped his heart, as if every item of clothing that she put on removed a part of her from him for ever. At the end of her dressing, she turned to him with a tender smile. "Come. You must get dressed too. Dyavol will see you now!"
"Dyavol?"
"Yes, of course! You have proven yourself. You killed Porfiry Petrovich."
It was as if the words she spoke were true. The grief took him over completely now. He wept.
"My G.o.d, you"re crying like a baby! If this is how you are when you get what you desire! Don"t worry, my darling, everything has worked out perfectly. I always had absolute faith in you. Dyavol is very eager to meet you. The central committee . . ."
"I don"t care about that."
"Oh, please don"t look at me like that!"
"Hold me, Tanya."
"There is no time. We must not keep Dyavol waiting."
"You and Totsky did you? What we have just done have you done it with him?"
A pinch of displeasure constricted Tatyana Ruslanovna"s face. "I will not lie to you. Therefore, I beg you, do not ask me such questions."
Virginsky began to dress with quick stabbing movements, his face an angry, raw pink above his full beard.
Even so, despite his unhappiness, he could not resist going with her, silent and resentful at her side. To his surprise, he discovered that she had hired a closed carriage, which was waiting outside. It was an undemocratic luxury perhaps, but she considered it warranted, given that the death of Porfiry Petrovich would rekindle the authorities" efforts to capture him. Naturally, Virginsky did not believe in that death. But even if he had felt like talking, he could say nothing to disabuse her.
For her part, Tatyana Ruslanovna seemed determined to make it up to Virginsky. She repeatedly referred to him as a hero of the cause, saying that he, more than anyone, deserved to ride in such a carriage. She clung onto his arm as if she believed it was in danger of being s.n.a.t.c.hed away by thieves. Virginsky tried half-heartedly to wrest himself from her, his body tense with the contortions of his misery. But she pulled him back to her, with confident ease, nestling her head on his shoulder.
The carriage drew up on the Admiralty Quay. The Bolshaya Neva was freely flowing now, a vein of glistening darkness glutted with boats of every size. Across the water, the narrow end of the long university building was visible. He knew from his days as a student that a ferry left from where they had pulled up, and crossed directly to the University Quay on the other side, before heading onwards downstream past the Strelka.
Virginsky looked questioningly into Tatyana Ruslanovna"s eyes. Her gaze offered no answer and so he made to get out. She pulled him back. "No. You are to stay here. I will get out. But before I leave you, there is something I am obliged to do." There was a mischievous, almost cruel quality to her smile now. Virginsky felt a sudden pounding dread. She produced from her reticule a strip of black cloth. "You are to meet Dyavol," she explained. "But you are not to see him." The mischief in her smile softened, and he was no longer afraid. The renewed tenderness of her smile was the last thing he saw before the blindfold went on.
He heard the creak of the door and felt the bounce in the carriage"s springs as she got out. A moment later, the bounce was repeated, though this time it was deeper and more prolonged. The presence in the carriage beside him settled back. The door clicked to as the carriage was sealed.
"Good day, Pavel Pavlovich." The greeting was whispered, a breath away from inaudibility, rendering impossible any attempt to identify the speaker. Even so, Virginsky had the impression he had heard that voice before.
"Dyavol?"
Virginsky felt the jolt of the carriage pulling away.
"You are to be congratulated," continued the whisper. At least that was what Virginsky thought he heard; with the steady cascade of hooves in the background, it was even harder to make out what was being said.
"This is ridiculous," said Virginsky. "I can barely hear you! Why must I wear this blindfold?" His hands went up to loosen the cloth, but were restrained.
"We must still take precautions. For your benefit, as much as mine." The man spoke more clearly now, though it seemed he was disguising his natural voice. "If you are caught, the less you know, the less you can give away. Still and all, we must do all we can to ensure that you are not caught. We will get you out of the country. Switzerland. Our people there will look after you."
"Still and all? Is it you, Botkin?"
Dyavol laughed. His laughter was the ordinary laughter of an ordinary man, unexpectedly amused. "Please, don"t insult me!"
"You said "still and all". That is one of Botkin"s characteristic phrases."
"I believe it is a common enough phrase. Besides, all our people have come under my influence, sometimes unconsciously."
"Yes, I heard Varvara Alexeevna use it once."
"There! I hope you will not accuse me of being Varvara Alexeevna!"
"No. You are not Varvara Alexeevna." Virginsky waited a moment before committing himself: "You are Alexander Glebovich Tatiscev."
"Ah, my friend. I do wish you hadn"t said that." There was a note of sadness in the voice, but it was undisguised now, and clearly recognisable as that of Virginsky"s old professor.
"May I not remove the blindfold?"
"No. There are others here whom it would be better you did not see."
"Others?"
"One other, let us say. A witness to our conversation, who will remain silent and report back to the central committee. I do not act on my own, you know. I am accountable."
"I thought you were the central committee," said Virginsky. More wistfully, he added, "At least now we may talk to one another naturally."
"Yes."
"But are you really Dyavol?"
"Would it be so terrible to you if I were?"
"Terrible, no. It"s just that I don"t understand. Dolgoruky told me that it was Dyavol"s idea for Kozodavlev to write the articles against you. In which case, you yourself urged Kozodavlev to attack you! Why would you do that?"
"Politically, Kozodavlev and I were close allies. And yet, in our personal lives, enemies. The enmity was not on my side, you understand. I had nothing against him. Indeed, I only ever wished him well, for so long as he was loyal to the cause. But Kozodavlev nurtured a deep and bitter resentment. It was all very well for him to declare himself a new man and to say that he would not stand in the way of his wife"s happiness. However, in reality, he could not get past the fact of his hatred for me. I knew that deep in his heart Kozodavlev wished to kill me, and certainly would have betrayed me at the first opportunity. No matter how much we talked things over as new men, and vowed allegiance to the cause, always rankling deep inside him was his hatred for me. I suggested that he write the articles as a way of exorcising his negative feelings, so that we could go on together in the work that really mattered. I urged him to make the attacks as vitriolic and personal as he could."
"But . . . what did you have to gain by his attacking you?"
"My reasons were psychological rather than political."
"What about Lebezyatnikov? Why did you have Kozodavlev lampoon him?"
"Oh, that was not my idea. It was Dolgoruky who suggested that."
"Dolgoruky? He wanted his old tutor to be publicly ridiculed?"
"That is the kind of man Dolgoruky was. The central committee were happy to go along with it as it drew attention away from our people. Lebezyatnikov really was a straw man. I was something a little more subtle. I was . . . well, I was a leader of the revolution pretending to be a straw man!"
"But did it not make life difficult for you?"
"You forget. I am a respected professor of jurisprudence, with friends in the Ministry of Justice. Some of whom were my former students. Besides, there was nothing of substance in the attacks. The authorities were quick to see that. And I was very careful."
"Careful? What about Pseldonimov? Was that careful?"
"That was necessary. Necessity always drives us harder than caution."
"According to Botkin, Pseldonimov was killed to bind the group together."
"That is correct. In particular, we wished to secure Kozodavlev"s loyalty. My earlier . . . stratagem had not worked. He had poured out his vitriol without inhibition but still he hated me. I rather think it was the fact that I approved of what he was doing that undermined the exercise. He needed to hurt me really hurt me. The problem was, if he hurt me, he hurt the cause. We could not allow that. And so, we needed to secure his loyalty another way. By binding him to the group in mutual guilt."
"But that didn"t work either, did it?"
"Kozodavlev was not cut out for such deeds. When Pseldonimov"s body came to light, he panicked. He revealed to Dolgoruky that he was intending to inform. Of course, Dolgoruky pa.s.sed on that information to me."
"Therefore Kozodavlev had to die?"
"He had been warned. They had all been warned."
"Ah yes! You"re talking about Swine! Dolgoruky told me you wrote it as a warning. Most people took it as a warning to society. But in fact it was written for a very select group of men. A pity that Kozodavlev chose to ignore it."
"What you must understand is that up until that moment I had nothing but the highest esteem for Demyan Antonovich."
"That didn"t prevent you from seducing his wife, or ordering his death."
"Come, come. As for the former, what makes you so certain it was a question of my seducing her? We were both adults, and she was in a relationship which, in theory at least, allowed her absolute freedom as far as the dictates of her heart were concerned. Neither of us did what we did in order to hurt Demyan Antonovich. We did it rather to please ourselves than to hurt another. And as for the latter point, his death was approved by the central committee. It was not a question of my ordering it."
Blindfolded as he was, Virginsky had the sense that all that Tatiscev"s words contained was being trampled and churned in the ceaseless rotation of hooves. "What happened to her?"
Tatiscev hesitated a moment before answering: "She died. Her death seemed to unhinge Kozodavlev. He became unreliable. I felt the central committee felt that he was becoming a liability. His hatred towards me was getting out of hand. It seemed he held me responsible for her death, and for all manner of other evils. He had come to believe the propaganda he had written."
"And were you?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Responsible for her death?"
"Not at all," Tatiscev answered calmly, as though it were a perfectly reasonable question, and perfectly reasonable that he might have been. "She died of consumption. We were no longer in contact. I had not seen her for many years. It was Kozodavlev who informed me of her death. I had moved on from my relationship with her; Demyan Antonovich had been unable to do so, it seemed."
"A sad story."
"Yes."
"But his death was in no way connected to your affair with his wife," stated Virginsky, as if to rea.s.sure himself on that point. He continued: "In this case, your reasons were political rather than psychological."
Tatiscev seemed to take offence at Virginsky"s need to clarify this. "Of course. How could it be otherwise?" A note of icy restraint entered his voice.
"Well, it"s just that he must have embarra.s.sed you, as cuckolds embarra.s.s us all. And his enduring love for the woman you had taken from him and then callously abandoned . . . Perhaps you saw it as a reproach? One that you could not bear."
"You"re a young man. Stupidly romantic. The fact of the matter is more prosaic. He had become unreliable. The central committee makes these decisions. Not I."
"Tell me, who set the fire? It was not Botkin. Or you?"
"Of course not. We used an escaped convict called Rodya, a semi-literate and easily manipulated fellow. He had got hold of certain of our manifestos and believed that he was helping to initiate the revolution every time he shat inside a church. He was not averse to committing murder on our behalf, and did not need a very compelling reason to do so. A few roubles usually did the trick. Surprisingly few."
"Where is he now?"
"We have had neither sight nor sound of him since the fire. Perhaps, considering the deaths of the children, he considered it wise to go to ground."
Virginsky felt that the supposed death of Porfiry Petrovich gave him licence to ask anything. "What is your att.i.tude to their deaths?"
"Regrettable. But unavoidable."
"I wonder, is there any point in regretting that which is unavoidable?" Virginsky was perhaps a little carried away by the idea of Porfiry"s death.
"You sound like Botkin! I can see how you were able to shoot your colleague. Didn"t that cause you some regret?"
"I take no particular pleasure from Porfiry Petrovich"s death." It was a statement Virginsky could only make believing Porfiry Petrovich to be still alive. "However, an act such as this was necessary to initiate the next stage of our great task."
"Ah yes, the next stage. Rest a.s.sured that everything is in place to capitalise on your singular deed."
"You intend to perpetrate an atrocity?"
"I am not in a position to share details with you. In the meantime, the central committee has decided that it would be best if you were moved."
"I see."
"Now that the magistrate has died, there will be a renewed effort to track you down. Your presence in a married couple"s apartment can only attract suspicion. We have found a new apartment for you. You will live there with Tatyana Ruslanovna as man and wife. You will be provided with forged papers. I trust that will be agreeable to you?"
"It will be a satisfactory arrangement."
"You are to have no further communication with the other grouping. Do you understand? You are ours now. We are claiming you as one of our people."
"You will not talk to them at all?" Virginsky"s heart pounded. It was a dangerous gambit, considering the grouping did not in fact exist.
"There is only one central committee. Ours. These people you were mixed up in, it is best that you forget them."
"Very well."
The carriage slowed and stopped. Virginsky heard the door open and felt the bounce of the springs as Tatiscev got out. The door slammed shut once more. But he sensed that he was not alone. "May I take off my blindfold now?"
There was no answer. He raised his hands to the blindfold. No other hands restrained him. When he slipped the blindfold off, he saw Tatyana Ruslanovna sitting opposite him, her smile sealed with secret irony. "A satisfactory arrangement?" Her words were charged with mock outrage.
"You were there?"
"All the time."
"You lied to me."
Her eyebrows bobbed upwards. Better get used to it, the gesture seemed to indicate.