The Great Book of Amber

by Roger Zelazny

  “They are in the rough, of course. You are holding a fortune in your hands.”

  “Amazing,” he said, dropping them back in the sack and refastening it. “It was so easy for you.”

  “It was not all that easy.”

  “Still, to gather a fortune so quickly seems somehow unfair.”

  He passed it back.

  “I will see that you are provided with a fortune when our labors are done,” I said. “That should prove some compensation, should Benedict not offer you a position.”

  “Now that I know who he is, I am more determined than ever to work for him one day.”

  “We will see what can be done.”

  “Yes. Thank you, Corwin. How shall we work our departure?”

  “I want you to go and get some rest, for I will roust you out of bed early. Star and Firedrake will take unkindly to the notion of draft duty, I fear, but we will then borrow one of Benedict's wagons and head into town. Before this, I will try to arrange a good smoke screen here for our orderly withdrawal. We will then hurry Doyle the jeweler about his task, obtain our cargo, and depart into Shadow as quickly as possible. The greater our head start, the more difficult it will be for Benedict to track us. If I can get half a day's lead into Shadow, it will be practically impossible for him.”

  “Why should he be so eager to come after us in the first place?”

  “He does not trust me worth a damn-and justly so. He is waiting for me to make my move. He knows there is something I need here, but he does not know what. He wants to find out, so that he can seal off another threat to Amber. As soon as he realizes we have gone for good, he will know that we have it and he will come looking.”

  Ganelon yawned, stretched, finished his drink.

  “Yes,” he said then. “We'd best rest now, to be in condition for the hurrying. Now that you have told me more about Benedict, I am less surprised by the other thing I meant to tell you-though no less discomfited.” “That being... ?”

  He rose to his feet, picked up the decanter carefully, then pointed down the path.

  “If you continue on in that direction,” he said, “passing the hedge that marks the end of this bower and entering the woods that lie below-and then go on for another two hundred paces or so-you will come to a place where there is a little grove of saplings off to the left, standing in a sudden declivity perhaps four feet lower than the level of the trail itself. Down in it, stamped down and strewn over with leaves and twigs, there is a fresh grave. I found it while taking the air earlier, when I paused to relieve myself down there.”

  “How do you know it is a grave?”

  He chuckled.

  “When holes have bodies in them that is how they are generally called. It was quite shallow, and I poked around a bit with a stick. There are four bodies in there-three men and a woman.”

  “How recently dead?”

  “Very. A few days. I'd judge.”

  “You left it as you found it?”

  “I'm not a fool, Corwin.”

  “Sorry. But this troubles me considerably, because I don't understand it at all.”

  “Obviously they gave Benedict some trouble and he returned the favor.”

  “Perhaps. What were they like? How did they die?”

  “Nothing special about them. They were in their middle years, and their throats had been cut-save for one fellow who got it in the guts.”

  “Strange. Yes, it is good that we are leaving soon. We have enough problems of our own without getting involved in the local ones.”

  “Agreed. So let us be off to bed.”

  “You go ahead. I am not quite ready yet.”

  “Take your own advice and get some rest,” he said, turning back toward the manor. “Don't sit up and worry.”

  “I won't.”

  “Good night, then.”

  “See you in the morning.”

  I watched him return along the path. He was right, of course, but I was not yet ready to surrender my consciousness. I went over my plans again, to be certain there was nothing I was overlooking, finished my drink and set the glass on the bench. I rose then and strolled, trailing wisps of tobacco smoke about me. There was a bit of moonlight from over my shoulder and dawn was still a few hours' distant, as I reckoned it. I was firm in my resolve to spend the rest of the night out of doors, and I thought to find me a good place to sack out.

  Of course, I eventually wandered down the path and into the grove of saplings. A little poking around showed me that there had been some recent digging, but I was in no mood to exhume bodies by moonlight and was perfectly willing to take Ganelon's word as to what he had found there. I am not even certain why I went there. Morbid streak, I guess. I did decide against sleeping in the vicinity, though.

  I made my way into the northwest corner of the garden, finding an area that was out of line of sight from the manor. There were high hedgerows and the grass was long, soft, and sweet-smelling. I spead my cloak, sat down upon it, and pulled off my boots. I put my feet down into the cool grass and sighed.

  Not too much longer, I decided. Shadows to diamonds to guns to Amber. I was on my way. A year ago I had been rotting in a cell, crossing and recrossing the line between sanity and madness so many times that I had all but rubbed it out. Now I was free, strong, sighted, and had a plan. Now I was a threat seeking fulfillment once again, a deadlier threat than I had been previously. This time I did not have my fortunes tied up with the plans of another. Now I was responsible for my own success or failure.

  The feeling was good, as was the grass, as was the alcohol which had now seeped through my system and warmed me with a pleasant flame. I cleaned my pipe, put it away, stretched, yawned, and was about to recline.

  I detected a distant movement, propped myself on my elbows and watched for it again. I did not have long to wait. A figure was passing slowly along the path, pausing frequently, moving quietly. It vanished beneath the tree where Ganelon and I had been sitting, and did not emerge again for a long while. Then it continued on for several dozen paces, stopped and seemed to be staring in my direction. Then it advanced toward me.

  Passing about a clump of shrubbery and emerging from the shadows, her face was suddenly touched by the moonlight. Apparently aware of this, she smiled in my direction, slowing as she came near, stopping when she stood before me.

  She said, “I take it your quarters are not to your liking, Lord Corwin.”

  “Not at all,” I said. “It is such a beautiful night that it appealed to the outdoorsman in me.”

  “Something must have appealed to you last night, also,” she said, “despite the rain,” and she seated herself beside me on my cloak. “Did you sleep indoors or out?”

  “I spent it out,” I said. “But I did not sleep. In fact, I have not slept since I saw you last.”

  “Where have you been?”

  “Down by the seaside, sifting sand.”

  “Sounds depressing.”

  “It was.”

  “I have been doing a lot of thinking, since we walked in Shadow.”

  “I would imagine.”

  “I have not done too much sleeping either. That was why I heard you come in, heard you talking with Ganelon, knew you were out here somewhere when he came back alone.”

  “You were right.”

  “I must get to Amber, you know. And walk the Pattern.”

  “I know. You will.”

  “Soon, Corwin. Soon!”

  “You are young, Dara. There is plenty of time.”

  “Damn it! I have been waiting all my life-without even knowing about it! Is there no way I can go now?”

  “No.”

  “Why not? You could take me on a quick journey through shadows, take me to Amber, let me walk the Pattern...”

  “If we are not slain immediately, we might be fortunate enough to be given adjoining cells for a time-or racks-before we are executed.”

  “Whatever for? You are a Prince of the City. You have a right to do as you please.�
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  I laughed.

  “I am an outlaw, dear. If I return to Amber I will be executed, if I am lucky. Or something much worse if I am not. But seeing as how things turned out last time, I should think they would kill me quickly. This courtesy would doubtless also be extended to my companions.”

  “Oberon would not do such a thing.”

  “Given sufficient provocation, I believe that he would. But the question does not really arise. Oberon is no more, and my brother Eric sits on the throne and calls himself liege.”

  “When did this occur?”

  “Several years ago, as time is measured in Amber.”

  “Why would he want to kill you?”

  “To keep me from killing him, of course.”

  “Would you?”

  “Yes, and I will. Soon, too, I think.”

  She turned to face me then.

  “Why?”

  “So that I can occupy the throne myself. It is rightly mine, you see. Eric has usurped it. I am just recently escaped from torture and several years' imprisonment at his hands. He made the mistake, however, of allowing himself the luxury of keeping me alive so that he could contemplate my wretchedness. He never thought that I would get free and return to challenge him again. Neither did I, for that matter. But since I have been fortunate enongh to obtain a second chance, I shall be careful not to make the same mistake he did.”

  “But he is your brother.”

  “Few are more aware of that fact than he and I, I assure you.”

  “How soon do you expect to accomplish-your objectives?”

  “As I said the other day, if you can get hold of the Trumps, contact me in about three months. If you cannot, and things come about according to my plans, I will get in touch with you fairly early in my reign. You should have your chance to take the Pattern before another year passes.”

  “And if you fail?”

  “Then you will have a longer wait ahead of you. Until Eric has assured the permanency of his own reign, and until Benedict has acknowledged him king. You see, Benedict is not willing to do this. He has remained away from Amber for a long while, and for all Eric knows, he is no longer among the living. Should he put in an appearance now, he is going to have to take a position either for or against Eric. Should he come out for him, then the continuance of Eric's reign will be assured-and Benedict does not want to be responsible for that. Should he come out against him, there will be strife-and he does not want to be responsible for that either. He has no desire for the crown himself. Only by remaining out of the picture entirely can he assure the measure of tranquility that does prevail. Were he to appear and refuse to take either position, he could possibly get away with it, but it would be tantamount to denying Eric's kingship and would still lead to trouble. Were he to appear with you, he would be surrendering his will, for Eric would put pressure on him through you.”

  “Then if you lose I might never get to Amber!”

  “I am only describing the situation as I see it. There are doubtless many factors of which I am unaware. I have been out of circulation for a long while.”

  “You must win!” she said. Then, suddenly, “Would Grandpa support you?”

  “I doubt it. But the situation would be quite different. I am aware of his existence, and of yours. I will not ask his support. So long as he does not oppose me, I will be satisfied. And if I am quick, efficient, and successful, he will not oppose me. He will not like my having found out about you, but when he sees that I mean you no harm all will be well on that count.”

  “Why would you not use me? It seems the logical thing to do.”

  “It is. But I've discovered I like you,” I said, “so that's out of the question.” She laughed.

  “I've charmed you!” she said. I chuckled.

  “In your own delicate way, at sword's point, yes.”

  Abruptly, she sobered.

  “Grandpa is coming back tomorrow,” she said. “Did your man Ganelon tell you?”

  “Yes.”

  “How does that affect whatever you are about?”

  “I intend to be hell and gone out of here before he returns.”

  “What will he do?”

  “The first thing that he will do will be to get very angry with you for being here. Then he will want to know how you managed your return and how much you have told me about yourself.”

  “What should I tell him?”

  “Tell him the truth about how you got back. That will give him something to think about. As to your status, your woman's intuition cautioned you concerning my trustworthiness, and you took the same line with me as you did with Julian and Gerard. As to my whereabouts, Ganelon and I borrowed a wagon and headed into town, saying that we would not be back until quite late.”

  “Where will you really be going?”

  “Into town, briefly. But we will not be coming back. I want as much of a head start as possible because he can track me through Shadow, up to a point.”

  “I will delay him as best I can for you. Were you not going to see me before you left?”

  “I was going to have this talk with you in the morning. You got it ahead of time by being restless.”

  “Then I am glad that I was-restless. How are you going to conquer Amber?”

  I shook my head. “No, dear Dara. All scheming princes must keep a few small secrets. That's one of mine.”

  “I am surprised to learn there is so much distrust and plotting in Amber.”

  “Why? The same conflicts exist everywhere, in various forms. They are all about you, always, for all places take their form from Amber.”

  “It is difficult to understand...”

  “One day you will. Leave it at that for now.”

  “Then tell me another thing. Since I am able to negotiate shadows somewhat, even without having taken the Pattern, tell me more precisely how you go about it. I want to get better at it.”

  “No!” I said. “I will not have you fooling with Shadow until you are ready. It is dangerous even after you have taken the Pattern. To do it before is foolhardy. You were lucky, but do not try it again. I'll even help, by not telling you anything more about it.”

  “All right!” she said. “Sorry. I guess I can wait”

  “I guess you can. No hard feelings?”

  “No. Well—” She laughed. “They wouldn't do me any good, I guess. You must know what you are talking about. I am glad that you care what happens to me.”

  I grunted, and she reached out and touched my cheek. At this, I turned my head again and her face was moving slowly toward my own, smile gone and lips parting, eyes almost closed. As we kissed, I felt her arms slide about my neck and shoulders and mine found their way into a similar position around her. My surprise was lost in the sweetness, gave way to warmth and a certain excitement.

  If Benedict ever found out, he was going to be more than just irritated with me...

  CHAPTER 7

  The wagon creaked, monotonously, and the sun was already well into the west, though it still poured hot streams of daylight upon us. Back among the cases, Ganelon snored, and I envied him his noisy occupation. He had been sleeping for several hours, and this was my third day without rest.

  We were perhaps fifteen miles out of the city, and heading into the northeast. Doyle had not had my order completely ready, but Ganelon and I had persuaded him to close up his shop and accelerate its production. This involved several additional hours' curse-worthy delay. I had been too keyed-up to sleep then and was unable to do so now, as I was edging my way through shadows.

  I forced back the fatigue and the evening and found some clouds to shade me. We moved along a dry, deeply rutted, clay road. It was an ugly shade of yellow, and it cracked and crumbled as we went. Brown grasses hung limply on either side of the way, and the trees were short, twisted things, their barks thick and shaggy. We passed numerous outcrops of shale.

  I had paid Doyle well for his compounds, and had also purchased a handsome bracelet to be delivered to Dar
a the following day. My diamonds were at my belt, Grayswandir near to my hand. Star and Firedrake walked steadily, strongly. I was on my way to having it made.

  I wondered whether Benedict had returned home yet. I wondered how long he would remain deceived as to my whereabouts. I was by no means out of danger from him. He could follow a trail for a great distance through Shadow, and I was leaving him a good one. I had little choice in the matter, though. I needed the wagon, I was stuck with our present speed, and I was in no condition to manage another hellride. I handled the shifts slowly and carefully, very conscious of my dulled senses and growing weariness, counting on the gradual accumulation of change and distance to build up a barrier between Benedict and myself, hoping that it would soon become an impenetrable one.

  I found my way from late afternoon back to noontide within the next two miles, but kept it a cloudy noon, for it was only its light that I desired, not its heat. Then I managed to locate a small breeze. It increased the probability of rain, but it was worth it. You can't have everything.

  I was fighting back drowsiness by then, and the temptation was great to awaken Ganelon and simply add more miles to our distance by letting him drive while I slept. But I was afraid to try it this early in the journey. There were still too many things to do.

  I wanted more daylight, but I also wanted a better road, and I was sick of that goddamned yellow clay, and I had to do something about those clouds, and I had to keep in mind where we were headed...

  I rubbed my eyes, I took several deep breaths. Things were starting to jump around inside my head, and the steady clop-clop of the horses' hoofs and the creaking of the wagon were starting to have a soporific effect. I was already numb to the jolting and the swaying. The reins hung loosely in my hands, and I had already nodded and let them slip once. Fortunately, the horses seemed to have a good idea as to what was expected of them.

  After a time, we mounted a long, easy slope that led down into mid-morning. By then, the sky was quite dark, and it took several miles and half a dozen twistings of the road to dissipate the cloud cover somewhat. A storm could turn our way into a river of mud quite quickly. I winced at the thought, let the sky alone and concentrated on the road once more.