The Great Book of Amber
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“So?”
“Did her sister come along or did she stay home?”
“That would be Coral, wouldn't it?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“She did,” I replied.
“Thank you,” she said, and returned to her food.
Damn. What was that about? Did she know something concerning Coral that I didn't? Something that might bear on her present, indeterminate state? If so, what might it cost me to find out?
“Why?” I said then.
“Just curious,” she replied. “I knew the family in... happier times.”
Jasra sentimental? Never. What then?
“Supposing the family had a problem or two?” I asked.
“Apart from Nayda's possession by the ty'iga?”
“Yes,” I said.
“I would be sorry to hear that,” she said. “What problem?”
“Just a little captivity thing involving Coral.”
There came a small clatter as she dropped her fork and it fell upon her plate.
“What are you talking about?” she asked.
“A misplacement,” I said.
“Of Coral? How? Where?”
“It depends partly on how much you really know abort her,” I explained.
“I'm fond of the girl. Don't toy with me. What happened?”
More than a little puzzling. But not the answer I was after.
“You knew her mother pretty well?”
“Kinta. I'd met her, at diplomatic functions. Lovely lady.”
“Tell me about her father.”
“Well, he's a member of the royal house, but of a branch not in the line of succession. Before he was prime minister, Orkuz was the Begman ambassador to Kashfa. His family was in residence with him, so naturally I saw him at any number of affairs-”
She looked up when she realized I was staring at her through the Sign of the Logrus, across her Broken Pattern. Our eyes met, and she smiled.
“Oh. You did ask about her father,” she said. Then she paused, and I nodded. “So there's truth in that rumor,” she observed at last.
“You didn't really know?”
“There are so many rumors in the world, most of them impossible to check. How am I to know which of them hold truth? And why should I care?”
“You're right, of course,” I said. “Nevertheless...”
“Another of the old boy's by-blows,” she said. “Does anyone keep score? It's a wonder he had any time for affairs of state.”
“Anyone's guess,” I said.
“To be frank then, in addition to knowing the rumor I'd heard, there was indeed a family resemblance. I couldn't judge on that count, though, not being personally acquainted with most of the family. You're saying there's truth in it?”
“Yes.”
“Just because of the resemblance, or is there something more?”
“Something more.”
She smiled sweetly and retrieved her fork.
“I've always enjoyed that fairy-tale revelation which sees one rise in the world.”
“I also,” I said, and I resumed eating.
Mandor cleared his throat.
“It seems hardly fair,” he said, “to tell only part of a story.”
“You're right,” I agreed.
Jasra returned her gaze to me and sighed.
“All right,” she said, “I'll ask. How did you know for cer-Oh. Of course. The Pattern.”
I nodded.
“Well, well, well. Little Coral, Mistress of the Pattern. This was a fairly recent occurrence?”
“Yes.”
“I suppose she is off somewhere in Shadow now-celebrating.”
“I wish I knew.”
“What do you mean?”
“She's gone, but I don't know where. And it's the Pattern that did it to her.”
“How?”
“Good question. I don't know.”
Mandor cleared his throat.
“Merlin,” he said, “perhaps there are some matters” – he rotated his left hand – “that on reflection you may wish-”
“No,” I said. “Ordinarily discretion would rule-perhaps even with you, my brother, as a Lord of Chaos. And certainly in the case of Your Highness"-I nodded to Jasra-"save that you are acquainted and may even have a touch of affection for the lady.” I decided against laying it on too thick and quickly added, “Or at least no malice toward her.”
“As I said, I'm very fond of the girl,” Jasra stated, leaning forward.
“Good,” I replied, “for I feel at least partly responsible for what happened, even though I was duped in the matter. So I feel obliged to try to set things right. Only I don't know how.”
“What happened?” she asked.
“I was entertaining her when she expressed a desire to see the Pattern. So I obliged her. On the way she asked me questions about it. It seemed harmless conversation, and I satisfied her curiosity. I was not familiar with the rumors concerning her parentage, or I would have suspected something. As it was, when we got there, she set foot upon the Pattern and commenced walking it.”
Jasra sucked in her breath.
“It would destroy one not of the blood,” she said. “Correct?”
I nodded.
“Or even one of us,” I said then, “if any of a number of mistakes be made.”
Jasra chuckled.
“Supposing her mother'd really been carrying on with a footman or the cook?” she remarked.
“She's a wise daughter,” I said. “At any rate, once one begins the Pattern, one may not turn back. I was obliged to instruct her as she went along. That, or be a very poor host and doubtless damage Begman-Amber relations.”
“And spoil all sorts of delicate negotiations?” she asked, half seriously.
I'd a feeling just then that she'd welcome a digression concerning the exact nature of the Begman visit, but I wasn't biting.
“You might say that,” I said. “At any rate, she completed the Pattern, and then it took her away.”
“My late husband told me that from its center one can command the Pattern to deliver one anywhere.”
“True,” I said, “but it was the nature of her command that was a bit unusual. She told the Pattern to send her wherever it wanted.”
“I'm afraid I don't understand.”
“Neither do I, but she did, and it did.”
“You mean she just said, `Send me wherever you want to send me,' and she was instantly dispatched for points unknown?”
“You've got it.”
“That would seem to imply some sort of intelligence on the part of the Pattern.”
“Unless, of course, it was responding to an unconscious desire on her part to visit some particular locale.”
“True. I suppose there is that possibility. But have you no means of tracing her?”
“I'd a Trump I'd done of her. When I tried it, I reached her. She seemed pent in a dark place. Then we lost touch, and that's it.”
“How long ago was this?”
“A matter of hours by my subjective reckoning,” I said. “Is this place on anything near Amber time?”
“Close enough, I believe. Why didn't you try again?”
“I've been somewhat occupied ever since Also, I've been casting about for some alternate way of approaching this.”
There came a clinking, rattling sound, and I smelled coffee.
“If you're asking whether I'll help you,” Jasra said, “the answer is yes. Only I don't really know how to go about it. Perhaps if you were to try her Trump again with me backing you-we might reach her.”
“All right,” I said, lowering my cup and fumbling forth the cards. “Let's give it a try.”
“I will assist you also,” Mandor stated, rising to his feet and coming to stand to my right.
Jasra came over and stood to my left. I held the Trump so that we all had a clear view.
“Let us begin,” I said, and I moved forward with my mind.
III
I reached after Coral and found nothing. I felt Jasra and Mandor reaching also, and I tried again, joining forces with them. Harder.
Something? Something... I recalled wondering what Vialle felt when she used the Trumps. It had to be something other than the visual cues with which the rest of us were familiar. It might be something like this.
Something. What I felt was a sense of Coral's presence. I regarded her form upon the card, but it would not come alive. The card itself had grown perceptibly cooler, but it was not the same ice-edged chill I normally felt on achieving communication with one of the others. I tried harder. I felt Mandor and Jasra increasing their efforts also.
Then Coral's image on the card faded, but nothing came to replace it. I sensed her presence, however, as I regarded the void. The feeling came closest to that of attempting to make contact with someone who was asleep.
“I cannot tell whether it's simply a difficult place to reach,” Mandor began, “or-”
“I believe she is under a spell,” Jasra announced.
“That could account for a part of it,” Mandor said.
“But only part,” came a soft, familiar voice from near at hand. “There are awesome powers holding her, Dad. I've never seen anything like this before.”
“The Ghostwheel is right,” Mandor said. “I'm beginning to feel it.”
“Yes,” Jasra began, “there is something...”
And suddenly the veil was pierced, and I beheld the slumped form of Coral, apparently unconscious, lying upon a dark surface in a very dark place, the only illumination coming from what seemed a circle of fire drawn about her. She couldn't have brought me through if she wanted to, and—
“Ghost, can you take me to her?” I asked.
Her image faded before he could reply, and I felt a cold draft. It was several seconds before I realized that it seemed to be blowing upon me from the now-icy card.
“I don't think so, I wouldn't want to, and it may be that there is no need,” he answered. “The force that holds her has become aware of your interest and even now is reaching toward you. Is there some way you can turn off that Trump?”
I passed my hand across its face, which is usually sufficient. Nothing happened. The cold breeze even seemed to increase in intensity. I repeated the gesture along with a mental order. I began to feel whatever it was, focusing upon me.
Then the Sign of the Logrus fell upon the Trump, and the card was torn from my hand as I was cast backward, striking my shoulder against the edge of the door. Mandor lurched to his right as this occurred, catching hold of the table to steady himself. In my Logrus vision I had seen wild lines of light flash outward from the card before it fell away.
“Did that do the trick?” I called out.
“It broke the connection,” Ghost replied.
“Thanks, Mandor,” I said.
“But the power that was reaching for you through the Trump knows where you are now,” Ghost said.
“What makes you privy to its awareness?” I inquired.
“It is a surmise, based upon the fact that it's still reaching for you. It is coming the long way roundacross space-though. It could take as long as a quarter of a minute before it reaches you.”
“Your use of the pronoun is a little indefinite,” Jasra said. “Is it just Merlin that it wants? Or is it coming for all of us?”
“Uncertain. Merlin is the focus. I've no idea what it will do to you.”
I lurched forward during this exchange and retrieved Coral's Trump.
“Can you protect us?” she asked.
“I've already begun transferring Merlin to a distant place. Shall I do this for you also?”
As I looked up from pocketing the Trump, I noted that the chamber had become something less than substantial-translucent, as if everything were made of colored glass.
“Please,” the cathedral-window form of Jasra said softly.
“Yes,” came my fading brother's faint echo.
Then I was passed through a fiery hoop into a place of darkness. I stumbled against a stone wall, felt my way along it. A quarter turn, a lighter area before me dotted with bright points...
“Ghost?” I asked.
No answer.
“I don't appreciate these interrupted conversations,” I continued.
I moved forward until I came to what was obviously a cave mouth. A clear night sky hung before me, and when I stepped outside a cold wind rubbed up against me. I retreated several paces, shivering.
I had no idea where I might be. Not that it really mattered if it brought me a breathing spell. I reached through the Logrus Sign for a great distance before I located a heavy blanket. Wrapping it about myself, I sank to a seated position upon the cave's floor. Then I reached again. It was easier to find a stack of wood and no trick at all to ignite a portion of it. I'd also been looking forward to one more cup of coffee. I wondered...
Why not? I reached again, and the bright circle rolled into view before me.
“Dad! Please stop!” came the offended voice. “I've gone to a lot of trouble to tuck you away in this obscure corner of Shadow. Too many sendings, though, and you'll call attention to yourself.”
“Come on!” I said. “All I want is a cup of coffee.”
“I'll get one for you. Just don't use your own powers for a while.”
“Why won't your action draw just as much attention?”
“I'm using a roundabout route. There!”
A steaming mug of some dark stoneware stood on the floor of the cave near my right hand.
“Thanks,” I said, taking it up and sniffing it. “What did you do with Jasra and Mandor?”
“I sent each of you off in a different direction amidst a horde of fake images flitting hither and yon. All you have to do now is lie low for a while. Let its attention subside.”
“Whose attention? What's attention?”
“The power that has Coral. We don't want it to find us.”
“Why not? I seem to recall your wondering earlier whether you were a god. What's for you to fear?”
“The real thing. It seems to be stronger than I am. On the other hand, I seem to be faster.”
“That's something, anyway “
“Get a good night's sleep. I'll let you know is the morning whether it's still hunting you.”
“Maybe I'll find out for myself.”
“Don t go manifesting unless it's a matter of life or death.”
“That wasn't what I meant. Supposing it finds me?”
“Do whatever seems appropriate.”
“Why do I have a feeling you're keeping things from me?”
“I guess you're just suspicious by nature, Dad. It seems to run in your family I've got to go now.”
“Where?” I asked.
“Check on the others. Run a few errands. See to my personal development. Check my experiments. Things like that. Bye.” `
“What about Coral?”
But the circle of light which had hovered before me spun from brightness to dimness and vanished. An unarguable end to the conversation. Ghost was getting more and more like the rest of us-sneaky and misleading.
I sipped the coffee. Not as good as Mandor's, but acceptable. I began wondering where Jasra and Mandor had been sent. I decided against trying to reach them. In fact, it might not be a bad idea, I decided, to fortify my own position against magical intrusion.
I resummoned the Sign of the Logrus, which I had let slip while Ghost was transporting me. I used it to set wards at the cave mouth and about my situation within. Then I released it and took another sip. As I did, I realized that this coffee could not possibly keep me awake. I was coming off a nervous jag, and the weight of all my activities was suddenly heavy upon me. Two more sips, and I could hardly hold the cup.
Another, and I noticed that each time I blinked my eyelids were closing a lot more easily than they opened.
I set the cup aside, drew my blanket more tightly about me, and found a relatively comfortable position on the stone floor, having become something of an expert on the activity back in the crystal cave. The flickering flames mustered shadow armies behind my eyelids. The fire popped like a clash of arms; the air smelled of pitch.
I went away. Sleep is perhaps the only among life's great pleasures which need not be of short duration. It filled me, and I drifted. How far and for how long, I cannot say.
Nor can I say what it was that roused me. I know only that I was somewhere else and the next moment I had returned. My position had changed slightly, my toes were cold, and I felt that I was no longer alone. I kept my eyes closed, and did not alter my breathing pattern. It could be that Ghost had simply decided to look in on me. It could also be that something was testing my wards.
I raised my eyelids but the smallest distance, peering outward and upward through a screen of eyelashes. A small misshaped figure stood outside the cave mouth, the fire's remaining glow faintly illuminating his strangely familiar face. There was something of myself in those features and something of my father.
“Merlin,” he said softly. “Come awake now. You've places to go and things to do.”
I opened my eyes wide and stared. He fitted a certain description... Frakir throbbed, and I stroked her still.
“Dworkin..?” I said.
He chuckled.
“You've named me,” he replied.
He paced, from one side of the cave mouth to the other, occasionally pausing to extend a hand partway toward me. Each time he hesitated and drew it back.
“What is it?” I asked. “What's the matter? Why are you here?”
“I've come to fetch you back to the journey you abandoned.”
“And what journey might that be?”
“Your search for the lady somewhere astray who walked the Pattern t'other day “
“Coral? You know where she is?”
He raised his hand, lowered it, gnashed his teeth.
“Coral? Is that her name? Let me in. We must discuss her.”
“We seem to be talking just fine the way we are.”