That his old acquaintance was the Barcelona information dealer was partly a relief and partly a disgrace, he had to be careful if he didn't want to give himself away with strange questions, he couldn't come and ask very explicit questions, otherwise that old man would know that he belonged to an ancient era.
Pablo sat on a sofa while the fake old man did the same. A game began, a dangerous one, a fun one. A game he had already played many times.
"What is the greatest danger in the city?"
"How long have you been among us?"
"Less than seven days"
Tomeu didn't detect a lie in what the boy was saying, but despite this the truth he was telling him didn't fit with the experience and ways he saw in the boy. It was as if he were old and at the same time a newborn neophyte, his answer could just as well mean that he had been in the city for seven days or seven days affected by vampirism.
