The Traveller [antikvár]

knight, death and the devilJ *aya reached out and took her father's hand as they walked from the Underground to the light. Thorn didn't push her away or teil Maya to concentrate on the position of her body Smiling, he guided her up a narrow staircase to a long, sloping tunnel with white tile walls. The Underground authority had installed steel bars on one side of the tunnel and this barrier made the ordinary passageway look like part of an enormous prison. If she had been traveling alone, Maya might have feit trapped and uncomfortable, but there was nothing to worry about because Father was with her.lts the perfect day, she thought. Well, maybe it was the second most perfect day. She still remem-bered two years ago when Father had missed her birthday and Christmas only to show up on Boxing Day with a taxi full of presents for Maya and her mother. That morning was bright and full of surprises, but this Saturday seemed to promise a more durable happiness. Instead of the usual trip to the empty warehouse near Canary Wharf, where her father