The Great Book of Amber

by Roger Zelazny

  After we had been introduced and wine had been poured, Orkuz made a brief comment to Vialle about “recent distressing news” concerning Kashfa. Llewella and I quickly moved to her side for moral support, but she simply said that such matters would have to be dealt with fully upon Random's return, and that for the moment she wished merely to see to their comfort. He was completely agreeable to this, even to the point of smiling. I had the impression he just wanted the purpose of his visit on the recorD immediately. Llewella quickly fumed the conversation to the matter of his journey, and he graciously allowed the subject to be changed. Politicians are wonderfully programmed.

  I learned later that the Begman ambassador wasn't even aware of his arrival, which would seem to indicate that Orkuz had come so quickly he had preceded any notification to their . embassy. And he hadn't even bothered dropping in there, but had come straight to the palace and had a message sent over. I leanned this a little later, when he asked to have the message delivered. Feeling somewhat supernumerary to Llewella's and Vialle's graceful cascades of neutral talk, I dropped back a pace to plan my escape. I was not at all interested in whatever game was being set up.

  Coral backed off also and sighed. Then she glanced at me and smiled, surveyed the room quickly and came closer.

  “I've always wanted to visit Amber,” she said then.

  “Is it the way you imagined it?” I asked.

  “Oh, yes. So far. Of course, I haven't seen that much of it yet...

  I nodded, and we , withdrew a little farther from the others.

  “Have I met you somewhere before?” I asked.

  “I don't think so,” she said. “I haven't traveled that much, and I don't believe you've been out our way. Have you?”

  “No, though I've grown curious about it recently. '

  “I do know something of your background, though,” she went on, “just from general gossip. I know you're from the Courts of Chaos; and I know you went to school on that Shadow world you Amberites seem to visit so frequently. I've often wondered what it was like.”

  I took the bait and I began telling her about school and my job, about a few places I'd visited and things I'd enjoyed doing. We made our way to a sofa across the room as I spoke, and we got more comfortable. Orkuz, Nayda, Llewella, and Vialle didn't seem to miss us, and if I had to be here I found talking with Coral more enjoy– able ,than listening to them. Not to monopolize things, though, I asked her about herself.

  She began telling me of a girlhood spent in and around Begma, of her fondness for the outdoors-of horses and of boating on the many lakes and rivers in that region -of books she had read, and of relatively innocent dabblings in magic. A member of the household staff came in just as she was getting around to a description of some interesting rites performed by members of the local farming community to insure the fertility of the crops, and she approached Vialle and told her something. Several more staff members were in view outside the doorway. Vialle then said something to Orkuz and Nayda,· who nodded and moved toward the entrance. Llewella departed the group and. came our way.

  “Coral,” she said, “your suite is ready. One of the staff wilt show you where it is. Perhaps you'd like to freshen up or rest after your journey.”

  We got to our feet.

  “I'm not really tired,” Coral said, looking at me rather than Llewella, a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth.

  What the hell. I suddenly realized I had been enjoying

  her company, so, “If you'd care to change into something simpler,” I said, “I'll be glad to show you a bit of the town. Or the palace.”

  It became a full smile worth seeing.

  “I'd much rather do that,” she said.

  “Then I'll meet you back here in about half an hour,” I told her.

  I saw her out, and accompanied her and the others as far as the foot of the big stairway. In that I still had on my Levi's and purple shirt, I wondered whether I should change into something more in keeping with local fashion. The hell with it, I decided then. We were just going to be knocking around. I'd simply add my swordbelt and weapons, a cloak, and my best boots. Might trim my beard, though, since I had a little time. And maybe a quick manicure...

  “Uh, Merlin...”

  It was Llewella, her hand on my elbow, steering me toward an alcove. I allowed myself to be steered.

  Then, “Yes?” I said. “What's up?”

  “Hm...,” she said. “Kind of cute, isn't she?” “I suppose so,” I replied.

  “You got the hots for her?”

  “Jeez, Llewella! I don't know: I just met the lady.”

  “...And made a date with her.”

  “Come on! I deserve a break today. I enjoyed talking with her. I'd like to show her around a bit. I think we'd have a good time. What's wrong wish that?”

  “Nothing,” she answered, “so long as you keep things in perspective.” ,

  “What perspective did you have in mind?”

  “It strikes me as faintly curious,” she said, “that Orkuz brought along his two good-looking daughters.” “Nayda is his secretary,” I said, “and Coral's wanted to see the place for some time.”

  “Uh-huh, and it would be a very good thing for Begma if one of them just happened to latch onto a member of the family.”

  “Llewella, you' too damned suspicious,” I said. “It comes of having lived a long time.”

  “Well, I hope to live a long time myself, and I hope it doesn't make me look for an ulterior motive in every human act.”

  She smiled. “Of course. Forget I said anything,” she told me, knowing I wouldn't. “Have a good time.” I growled politely and headed for my room.

  CHAPTER 4

  And so, in the midst of all manner of threats, intrigues, menaces, and mysteries, I decided to call a holiday and stroll about town with a pretty lady. Of all possible choices I might have made, it was certainly the most atractive. Whoever the enemy, whatever the power I faced, the ball was now in its court. I had no desire to hunt for Jurt, duel with Mask, or follow Luke about until he came down and told me whether or not he still wanted the family's scalps. Dalt was not my problem, Vinta was me, Ghostwheel was silent, and the matter of my father's Pattern could await my leisure. The sun was shining and the breeze was, gentle, though these could change quickly at this season. It was a shame to waste what could well be the year's last good day on anything less than enjoyment. I hummed as I repaired myself, and I headed downstairs early for our meeting.

  Coral had moved more quickly than I'd guessed, however, and was waiting for me. I approved of her sensible dark green breeches, heavy coppery shirt, and warm brown cloak. Her boots looked fine for walking, and she had on a dark hat that covered most of her hair. There were gloves and a dagger at her belt.

  “All ready,” she said when she saw me.

  “Great,” I replied, smiling, and I led her out into the hallway.

  She started to turn in the direction of the main doorway, but I led her off to the right, then later to the left.

  “Less conspicuous to use one of the side doors,” I said.

  “You people are certainly secretive,” she said.

  “Habit,” I replied. “The less that outsiders know of your business the better.”

  “What outsiders? What are you afraid of?”

  “Just now? A great number of things. But I don't really want to spend a nice day like this making lists.”

  She shook her head in what I took to be a mixture of awe and disgust.

  “It's true what they say then?” she asked. “That your affairs are so complex you all carry scorecards?”

  “Haven't had time for any affairs recently,” I told her, “or even a simple score.” Then, “Sorry,” I added, when I saw her blush. “Life has been a bit complicated for me lately.”

  “Oh,” she said, glancing at me, clearly asking for elaboration.

  “Some other time,” I said, forcing a laugh, flipping my cloak, and greeting a guard.

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nbsp; She nodded and, diplomatically, changed the subject:

  “I guess I came at the wrong time of year to see your famous gardens.”

  “Yeah, they've pretty much had it for the season,” I said, “except for Benedict's Japanese garden which

  kind of far out back. Perhaps we can go and have a cup of tea there one day, but I thought we'd go into town now.”

  “Sounds fine,” she agreed.

  I told the postern guard to tell Henden, Amber's steward, that we were heading into town and weren't sure when we'd be back. He said that he would as soon as he got off duty, which would be pretty soon. My experience at Bloody Bill's had taught me the lesson of leaving such messages-not that I thought we were in any danger; or that Llewella's knowing wouldn't be sufficient.

  Leaves crunched beneath our feet as we took one of the walks toward a side gate. With only a few strands of cirruis high overhead, the sun shone brightly. To the west, a flock of dark birds flapped its way toward the ocean, south.

  “It's already snowed back home,” she told me.

  “You're lucky.”

  “There's a warm current that gives us a break,” I said, remembering something Gerard had once told me. “It moderates the climate considerably; compared to other places at equal latitude.”

  “You travel a lot?” she asked me.

  “I've been traveling more than I care to,” I said, “recently. I'd like to sit down and go to seed for about a year.”

  “Business or pleasure?” she asked me, as a guard let us out the gate and I quickly surveyed the environs for lurkers.

  “Not pleasure,” I answered as I took her elbow for a moment and steered her toward the way I had chosen. When we reached civilized precincts, we followed the Main Concourse for a time. I pointed out a few landmarks and notable residences, including the Begman Embassy. She showed no inclination to visit the latter, though, saying she'd have to see her countrymen officially before she left, anyway. She did stop in a shop we found later, however, to buy a couple of blouses, having the bill sent to the embassy and the garments to the palace.

  “My father promised me some shopping,” she explained. “And I know he'll forget. When he hears about this, he'll know that I didn't.”

  We explored the streets of the various trades and stopped for a drink at a sidewalk cafe, watching pedestrians and horsemen pass. I had just turned toward her to relate an anecdote concerning one of the riders when I felt the beginning of a Trump contact. Ii waited for several seconds as the feeling grew stronger, but no identity took shape beyond the reaching. I felt Coral's hand upon my arm.

  “What's the matter?” she asked.

  I reached out with my mind, attempting to assist in the contact, but the other seemed to retreat as I did so. It was not the same as that lurking scrutiny when Mask had regarded me at Flora's place in San Francisco, though. Could it just be someone I knew trying to reach me and having trouble focusing? Injured, perhaps? Or—

  “Luke?” I said. “Is that you?”

  But there was no response and the feeling began to fade. Finally, it was gone.

  “Are you all right?” Coral asked.

  “Yeah, it's okay,” I said. “I guess. Someone tried to reach me and then decided otherwise.”

  “Reach? Oh, you mean those Trumps you use?”

  “Yes.”

  “But you said `Luke' ..” she mused. “None of your family is named-''

  “You might know him as Rinaldo, Prince of Kashfa,” I said.

  She chuckled.

  “Rinny? Sure I know him. He didn't like us to call him Rinny, though..”

  “You really do know him? Personally, I mean?”

  “Yes,” she replied, “though it's been a long time. Kashfa's pretty close to Begma. Sometimes we were on good terms, sometimes not so good. You know how it is. Politics. When I was little there were long spells when we were pretty friendly. There were lots of state visits, both ways. We kids would often get dumped together.”

  “What was he like in those days?”

  “Oh, a big, gawky, red-haired boy. Liked to show off a lot-how strong he was, how fast he was. I remember how mad he got at me once because I beat him in a footrace.”

  “You beat Luke in a race?”

  “Yes. I'm a very good runner.”

  “You must be.”

  “Anyway, he took Nayda and me sailing a few times, and on some long hikes. Where is he now, anyway?” “Drinking with a Cheshire cat.”

  “What?, “It's a long story:”

  “I'd like to hear it. I've been worried about him since the coup.”

  Mm... I thought quickly about how to edit this so as not to tell the daughter of the Begman prime minister any state secrets, such as Luke's relationship to the House of Amber... So, “I've known him for quite some time,” I began. “He recently incurred the wrath of a sorcerer who drugged him and saw him banished to this peculiar bar...”

  I went on for a long while then, partly because I had to stop and summarize Lewis Carroll. I also had to promise her the loan of one of the Thari editions of Alice from the Amber library. When I finally finished, she was laughing.

  “Why don't you bring him back?” she said then.

  Ouch. I couldn't very well say that his shadow-shifting abilities would work against this until he came down. So, “It's part of the spell; it's working on his own sorcerous ability,” I said. “He can't be moved till the drug wears off.

  “How interesting;” she observed. “Is Luke really a sorcerer himself?”

  “Uh... yes,” I said.

  “How did he gain that ability? He showed no signs of it when I knew him.”

  “Sorcerers come by their skills in various ways,” I explained. “But you know that,” and I suddenly realized that she was smarter than that smiling, innocent expression indicated. I'd a strong feeling she was trying to steer this toward an acknowledgment of Pattern magic on Luke's part, which of course would say interesting things about his paternity. “And his mother, Jasra, is something of a sorceress herself.”

  “Really? I never knew that.” Damn! Coming and going... “Well, she'd learned it somewhere:” “What about his father”

  “I can't really say,” I replied.

  “Did you ever meet him?”

  “Only in passing,” I said.

  A lie could make the matter seem really important if she had even a small idea as to the truth. So I did the only other thing I could think of. There was no one seated at the table behind her, and there was nothing beyond the table but a wall. I wasted one of my spells, with an outof sight gesture and a single mutter.

  The table flipped over as it flew back and crashed against the wall. The noise was spectacular. There were loud exclamations from several other patrons, and I leaped to my feet.

  “Is everyone all right?” I said, looking about as if for casualties.

  “What happened?” she asked me.

  “Freak gust of wind or something,” I said. “Maybe we'd better be moving on.”

  “All right,” she said, regarding the debris. “I'm not looking for trouble.”

  I tossed some coins onto our table, rose, and headed back outside, talking the while of anything I could think of to put some distance between us and the subject. This had the desired effect, because she did not attempt to retrieve the question.

  Continuing our stroll, I headed us in the general direction of West Vine. When we reached it I decided to head downhill to the harbor, recalling her fondness for sailing. But she put her hand on my arm and halted me.

  “Isn't there a big stairway up the face of Kolvir?” she asked. “I believe your father once tried to sneak troops up it and got caught and had to fight his way along.”

  I nodded. “Yes, that's true,” I said. “Old thing. It goes way back. It's not used very much these days. But it's still in decent shape.”

  “I'd like to see it.” “All right.”

  I. turned to the right and we headed back, uphill, toward the Main Con
course. A pair of knights wearing Llewella's livery passed us, headed in the other direction, saluting as they went by. I could not help but wonder whether they were on a legitimate errand or were following some standing order to keep an eye on my movements. The thought must have passed through Coral's mind, also, because she quirked an eyebrow at me. I shrugged and kept going. When I glanced back a bit later, they were nowhere to be seen.

  We passed people in the garb of a dozen regions as we strolled, and the air was filled with the smells of cooking from open stalls, to satisfy a multitude of tastes. At various points in our career up the hill, we stopped for meat pies, yogurts; sweets. The stimuli were too overpowering for any but the most sated to ignore.

  I noticed the lithe way she moved about obstacles. It wasn't just gracefulness. It was more a state of beingpreparedness, I guess. Several times I noticed her glancing back in the direction from which we had come. I looked myself, but there was nothing unusual to see. Once, when a man stepped suddenly from a doorway we were approaching, I saw her hand flash toward the dagger at her belt, then drop away.

  “There is so much activity, so much going on here...,” she commented after a time.

  “True. Begma is less busy; I take it?”

  “Considerably.”

  “Is it a pretty safe place to stroll about?”

  “Oh, yes.”

  “Do the women as well as the men take military training there?”

  “Not ordinarily. Why?”

  “Just curious.”

  “I've had some training in armed and unarmed combat though,” she said.

  “Why was that?” I asked.

  “My father suggested it. Said it could come in hand for a relative of someone in his position. I thought he might be right. I think he really wanted a son.”

  “Did your sister do it, too?”

  “No; she wasn't interested.”

  “You planning on a diplomatic career?”