“In other words, you believe he's above whatever's going on?”
“In the absence of evidence to the contrary.” “Who is next in line?”
“Tubble of Chanicut.”
“Who's second?”
“Tmer of Jesby.”
“Top of the line, your pool,” I said to Suhuy.
He showed me his teeth again. They seemed to rotate. “Are we at vendetta with either Chanicut or Jesby?” I asked.
“Not really.”
“We're all just taking care then, huh?”
“Yes.”
“How did it all come to this? I mean, there were a lot of people involved, as I recall. Was it a night of the long knives, or what?”
“No, the deaths have been occurring steadily for some time. There wasn't a sudden bloodbath when Swayvill took his turn for the worse-though a few did occur just recently.”
“Well, there must have been some investigation. Do we have any of the perps in custody?”
“No, they either escaped or were killed.”
“What of those who were killed? Their identities might indicate their political affiliations.”
“Not really. Several were professionals. A couple of others were general malcontents, arguably among the mentally ill.”
“You're saying there are no clues as to who might be behind it all?”
“That's right.”
“What about suspicions then?”
“Tubble himself is of course suspect, though it is not a good idea to say it aloud. He stood to benefit the most, and now he's in a position to do so. Also, there is much in his career of political connivance, double-dealing, assassination. But that was long ago. Everyone has a few skeletons in the cellar. He has been a quiet and conservative man fox many years.”
“Tmer, then-He's close enough to generate suspicion. Is there anything to connect him with the bloody business?”
“Not really. His affairs are hardly open. He's a very private man. But he was never associated with such extremes in the past. I do not know him all that well, but he has always struck me as a simpler, more direct person than Tubble. He seems the sort who'd simply attempt a coup if he wanted the throne badly enough, rather than spend a lot of time intriguing.”
“There could, of course, be a number of people involved, each acting in his own interest—”
“And now that the matter is imminent they'll have to surface soon?”
“It would seem so, wouldn't it?”
A smile. A shrug.
“No reason for a coronation to end it all,” he said.
“A crown does not automatically make a person daggerproof.”
“But the successor would come to power with a lot of bad baggage.”
“It wouldn't be the first time in history. And if you stop to think about it, some very good monarchs have come to power under such a cloud. By the way, has it occurred to you that the others might be speculating along these lines about you?”
“Yes, and it makes me uncomfortable. My father wanted the throne of Amber for a long time, and it really messed up his life. He was only happy when he said the hell with it. If I learned anything from his story, that's it. I have no such ambition.”
But for a moment, I wondered. What would it feel like to control a massive state? Every time I complained about politics, here, in Amber, back in the States on the Shadow Earth, there was the automatic corollary of considering the way I'd manage situations if I were in charge.
“I wonder?” Mandor repeated.
I glanced downward.
“Perhaps the others are looking into their own saying pools just now,” I said, “hoping for clues.” “Doubtless,” he responded. “What if Tubble and
Tmer did meet untimely ends? What would you do?” “Don't even think about it,” I said. “It won't happen.
“Suppose.”
“I don't know.”
“You really should make some sort of decision, just to have it out of the way. You're never at a loss for words when you know your own mind.”
“Thanks. I'll remember that.”
“Tell me more of your story, since last we met.”
And so I did, Pattern ghosts and all.
Somewhere near the end the wailing sound began again. Suhuy moved toward the rock.
“Excuse me,” he said, and the rock parted and he passed within.
Immediately, I felt Mandor's gaze heavy upon me. “We probably only have a moment,” he said. “Not enough time, really, to go into everything I wanted to cover with you.”
“Very private, huh?”
“Yes. So you must arrange to dine with me before the funeral. Say, a quarter-turning hence, bluesky.” “All right. Your place, or the Ways of Sawall?” “Come to me at Mandorways.”
The rock phased again as I nodded, and a lithe demonic figure entered, shimmering bluely within a veil of cloud. I was on my feet in an instant, then bowing to kiss the hand she extended.
“Mother,” I said. “I hadn't anticipated the pleasure-this soon.”
She smiled, and then it went away in a swirl. The scales faded, the contours of her face and form flowed. The blue went away into a normal though pale flesh color. Her hips and shoulders widened as she lost something of height, though still remained tall. Her brown eyes grew more attractive as the heavy brow ridges receded. A few freckles became visible across her nowhuman, slightly upturned nose. Her brown hair was longer than when last I had seen her in this form. And she was still smiling. Her red tunic became her, simply belted; a rapier hung at her left hip.
“My dear Merlin,” she said, taking my head between her hands and kissing me upon the lips. “I am pleased to see you looking so well. It has been quite a while since last you visited.”
“I've had a very active existence of late.”
“To be sure,” she said. “I've heard some report of your various misadventures.”
“I'd imagine you would have. It's not everyone has a ty'iga following him about, periodically seducing him in various forms, and making life, in general, very complicated with unwanted efforts at protection.”
“It shows that I care, dear.”
“It also shows that you have no respect for my privacy nor trust in my judgment.”
Mandor cleared his throat.
“Hello, Dara,” he said then.
“I suppose it must seem that way to you,” she stated. Then, “Hello, Mandor,” she went on. “What happened to your arm?”
“A misunderstanding involving some architecture,” he replied. “You've been out of sight, though hardly out of mind, for some time.”
“Thank you, if that's a compliment,” she said. “Yes, I go a bit reclusive every now and then, when the weight of society becomes troublesome. Though you're hardly the one to talk, sir, vanishing far long stretches as you do in the labyrinths of Mandorways-if that be indeed where you take yourself.”
He bowed.
“As you say, lady, we appear to be creatures of a kind.”
Her eyes narrowed, though her voice was unchanged, as she said, “I wander. Yes, I can sometimes see us as kindred spirits, perhaps even more than in our simplest cycles of activity. We've both been out and about a lot of late, though, haven't we?”
“But I've bin careless,” said Mandor, indicating his injured arm. “You, obviously, have not.”
“I never argue with architecture,” she said. “Or other imponderables?” he asked.
“I try to work with what is in place,” she told him. “Generally, I do, too.”
“And if you cannot?” she asked. He shrugged.
“Sometimes there are collisions.”
“You've survived many in your time, haven't you?” “I can't deny it, but then it has been a long while. You seem made of very survivable stuff yourself.”
“So far,” she responded. “We really must compare notes on imponderables and collisions one day. Wouldn't it be strange if we were similar in all respects?”
“I should
be very much surprised,” he answered.
I was fascinated and slightly frightened by the exchange, though I could go only by feeling and had no notion of specifics. They were somehow similar, and I'd never heard generalities delivered with quite that precision and emphasis outside of Amber, where they often make a game of talking that way.
“Forgive me,” Mandor said then, to the company in general, “but I must absent myself to recuperation. Thank you for your hospitality, sir.” He bowed to Suhuy. “And for the pleasure of crossing-paths with you"-this to Dara.
“You've barely arrived,” Suhuy said, “and you've taken no refreshment. You make me a poor host.”
“Rest assured, old friend, there is none could perform
such a transformation,” he stated. He looked at me as he backed toward the opening way. “Till later,” he said, and I nodded.
He passed into the way, and the rock solidified with his vanishment.
“One wonders at his deliveries,” my mother said, “without apparent rehearsal.”
“Grace,” Suhuy commented. “He was born with an abundance.”
“I wonder who will die today?” she said.
“I am not certain the implication is warranted,” Suhuy replied.
She laughed.
“And if it is,” she said, “they will certainly expire in good taste.”
“Do you speak in condemnation or envy?” he asked.
“Neither,” she said. “For I, too, am an admirer of grace-and a good jest.”
“Mother,” I said, “just what's going on?”
“Whatever do you mean, Merlin?” she replied.
“I left this place a long time ago. You sent a demon to find me and take care of me. Presumably, it could detect someone of the blood of Amber. So there was some confusion between myself and Luke. So it settled by taking care of both of us-until Luke began his periodic attempts to kill me. Then it protected me from Luke and tried to determine which of us was the proper party. It even Lived with Luke for a time, and later pursued me. I should have guessed at something of this because it was so eager to learn my mother's name. Apparently, Luke was just as closemouthed about his parentage.”
She laughed.
“It makes a beautiful picture,” she began. “Little Jasra and the Prince of Darkness—”
“Don't try to change the subject. Think how embarrassing that is for a grown man-his mother sending demons to look after him.”
“1'he singular. It was just one demon, dear.”
“Who cares? The principle's the same. Where do you get off with this protective business? I resent—”
“The ty'iga probably saved your life on more than one occasion, Merlin.”
“Well, yes. But—”
“You'd rather be dead than protected? Just because it was coming from me?”
“That's not the point!”
“Then what is the point?”
“It seems you just assumed I couldn't take care of myself, and—”
“Well, you couldn't.”
“But you had no way of knowing that. I resented your starting with the assumption that I needed chaperoning in Shadow, that I was naive, gullible, careless—”
“I suppose it would hurt your flings if I said that you were, going to a place as different from the Courts as that Shadow is.”
“Yes, I can take care of myself!”
“You weren't doing that great a job of it. But you are making a number of unwarranted assumptions yourself. What makes you think that the reasons you gave are the only possible ones for my taking such an action?”
“Okay. Tell me that you knew that Luke was going to try to kill me every April thirtieth. And if the answer is yes, why didn't you just tell me?”
“I did not know that Luke was going to try to kill you every April thirtieth.”
I turned away. I clenched my fists and relaxed them. “So you just did it for the hell of it?”
“Merlin, why do you find it so difficult to admit that other people might sometimes know things you don't?” “Start with their . unwillingness to tell me these things.”
She was silent a long moment. Then, “I'm afraid there is something to what you say,” she replied. “But there were strong reasons for not talking of such matters.”
“Then start with the inability to tell me. Tell me now why you didn't trust me then.”
“It wasn't a matter of trust.”
“Is it okay to tell me now what it was?” Another, longer silence followed.
“No,” she finally said “Not yet.”
I turned toward her, keeping my features composed and my voice level.
“Then nothing has changed,” I said, “nor ever shall. You still do not trust me.”
“That is not true,” she answered, glancing at Suhuy. “It is just that this is not the proper time or the proper place to go into these matters.”
“Might I fetch you a drink or something to eat, Dara?” Suhuy said immediately.
“Thank you no,” she replied. “I cannot stay much longer.”
“Mother, tell me, then, something about the ty'iga.” “What do you wish to know?”
“You conjured it from someplace beyond the Rim.” “That is cornect.”
“Such beings are bodiless themselves, but capable of taking over a living host for their own purposes.”
“Yes.”
“Supposing such a being took over the body of a person at or near the moment of death, making it the sole animating spirit and controlling intelligence?”
“Interesting. Is this a hypothetical question?”
“No. It's really happened with the one you sent after me. It doesn't seem able to quit that body now. Why not?”
“I am not really certain,” she said.
“It is trapped now,” Suhuy offered. “It can only come and go by reacting with a resident intelligence.”
“The body, with the ty' iga in control, recovered from the illness that killed its consciousness,” I said. “You mean it's stuck there now for life?”
“Yes. So far as I know.”
“Then tell me this: Will it be released when that body dies, or will it die with it?”
“It could go either way,” he replied. “But the longer it remains in the body, the more likely it is that it will perish along with it.”
I looked back at my mother.
“There you have the end of its story,” I stated. She shrugged.
“I've done with this one and released it,” she said, “and one can always conjure another should the need arise.”
“Don't do it,” I told her.
“I shan't,” she said. “There is no need to, now.” “But if you thought there were, you would?”
“A mother tends to value her son's safety, whether the son likes it or not.”
I raised my left hand, extending the forefinger in an angry gesture, when I noticed that I was wearing a bright bracelet-it seemed an almost-hologramatic representation of a woven cord. I lowered my hand, bit back my first response, and said, “You know my feelings now.”
“I knew them a long time ago,” she said. “Let us dine at the Ways of Sawall, half a turning hence, purplesky. Agreed?”
“Agreed,” I said.
“Till then. Good turning, Suhuy.” “Good turning, Dara.”
She took three paces and was gone, as etiquette prescribed, out the same way by which she had entered.
I turned and strode to the pool's edge, stared into its depths, felt the muscles in my shoulders slowly unknot. Jasra and Julia were down there now, back in the citadel of the Keep, doing something arcane in the lab. And then the strands were flowing over them, some cruel truth beyond all order and beauty, beginning to form themselves into a mask of fascinating, frightening proportion.
I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“Family,” Suhuy said, “intrigues and maddens. You are feeling the tyranny of affection at the moment, are you not?”
I nodded.
; “Something Mark Twain said about being able to choose your friends but not your relatives,” I answered. “I do not know what they are up to, though I have
my suspicions,” he said. “There is nothing to do now but rest and wait. I would like to hear more of your story.”
“Thanks, Uncle. Yeah,” I said. “Why not?”
So I gave him all the rest of my tale. Partway through it, we adjourned to the kitchen for further sustenance, then took another way to a floating balcony above a lime-colored ocean breaking upon pink rocks and beaches under a twilit or otherwise indigo sky without stars. There, I finished my telling.
“This is more than a little interesting,” he said, at last.
“Oh? Do you see something in it all that I don't?” I asked.
“You've given me too much to consider for me to give you a hasty judgment,” he said. “Let us leave it at that for now.”
“Very well.”
I leaned on the rail, looked down at the waters.
“You need rest,” he said after a time.
“I guess I do.”
“Come, I'll show you to your room.”
He extended a hand and I took hold of it. Together, we sank through the floor.
And so I slept, surrounded by tapestries and heavy drapes, in a doorless chamber in the Ways of Suhuy. It might have been in a tower, as I could hear the winds passing beyond the walls. Sleeping, I dreamt...
I was back in the castle Amber, walking the sparkling length of the Corridor of Mirrors. Tapers flickered in tall holders. My footsteps made no sound. The mirrors came in all manner of shapes. They covered the walls at either hand, big ones, little ones. I passed myself within their depths, reflected, distorted, sometimes re-reflected...
I was halted before a tall, cracked mirror to my left, framed in tin. Even as I turned toward it I knew that it would not be me whom I regarded this time.
Nor was I mistaken. Coral was looking at me from out of the mirror. She had on a peach-colored blouse and was not wearing her eyepatch. The crack in the mirror divided her face down the middle. Her left eye was the green I remembered, her right was the Jewel of Judgment. Both seemed to be focused upon me.
“Merlin,” she said. “Help me. This is too strange. Give me back my eye.”
“I don't know how,” I said. “I don't understand what was done.”
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