The Valkyries [antikvár]

Prologue "Something that is of great importance to me?" J. thought for a few moments before responding. "Magic." "No, something else," Paulo insisted. "Women," J. said. "Magic and women." Paulo laughed. "They're important to me, too," he said. "Although marriage has slowed me down a bit." It was J.'s turn to laugh. "A bit," he said. "Just a bit." Paulo filled his master's glass with wine. It had been four months since they had seen each other, and this was a quite special night. Paulo wanted to talk for a while longer, build the suspense, before giving J. the package he had brought. "I used to imagine the great masters as people who were far removed from the world," he said to J. "If you had answered me that way a few years ago, I think I would have abandoned my apprenticeship." "You should have done that," J. said, sipping at his wine. "And I would have found a beautiful woman disciple to take your place." They drank the entire bottle of wine as they sat talking in the restaurant located on the top floor of J.'s hotel. They spoke of work, magic, and women. J. was euphoric about the huge contract he had just negotiated for the Dutch multinational for