I shrugged.
'What are you going to do now?' I asked.
'I am taking him to see Vialle,' Random said, 'and then to meet the others, as time and opportunity permit. Unless, of course, something new has developed and you need me now.'
'There have been new developments,' I said, 'but I do not really need you now. I had better bring you up to date, though. I still have a little time.'
As I filled Random in on events since his departure, I thought about Martin. He was still an unknown quantity so far as I was concerned. His story might be perfectly true. In fact, I felt that it was. On the other hand, I had a feeling that it was not complete, that he was intentionally leaving something out. Maybe something harmless. Then again, maybe not. He had no real reason to love us. Quite the contrary. And Random could be bringing home a Trojan Horse. Probably though, it was nothing like that. It is just that I never trust anyone if there is an alternative available.
Still, nothing that I was telling Random could really be used against us, and I strongly doubted that Martin could do us much damage if that was his intention. No, more likely he was being as cagey as the rest of us, and for pretty much the same reasons: fear and self preservation. On a sudden inspiration, I asked him, 'Did you ever run into Dara again after that?'
He flushed.
'No,' he said, too quickly.
'Just that time. That's all.'
'I see,' I said, and Random was too good a poker player not to have noticed; so I had just bought us a piece of instant insurance at the small price of putting a father on guard against his long-lost son.
I quickly shifted our talk back to Brand. It was while we were comparing notes on psychopathology that I felt the tiny tingle and the sense of presence which heralds a Trump contact. I raised my hand and turned aside.
In a moment the contact was clear and Ganelon and I regarded one another.
'Corwin,' he said, 'I decided it was time to check. By now, you have the Jewel, Brand has the Jewel, or you are both still looking. Which one is it?'
'Brand has the Jewel,' I said.
'More's the pity,' he said. 'Tell me about it.'
So I did.
'Then Gerard had the story right,' he said.
'He's already told you all this?'
'Not in such detail,' Ganelon replied, 'and I wanted to be sure I was getting it straight. I just finished speaking with him.'
He glanced upward.
'It would seem you had best be moving then, if my memories of moonrise serve me right.'
I nodded.
'Yes, I will be heading for the stairway shortly. It is not all that far from here.'
'Good. Now here is what you must be ready to do-'
'I know what I have to do,' I said. 'I have to get up to Tir-na Nog'th before Brand does and block his way to the Pattern. Failing that, I have to chase him through it again.'
'That is not the way to go about it,' he said.
'You have a better idea?'
'Yes, I do. You have your Trumps with you?'
'Yes.'
'Good. First, you would not be able to get up there in time to block his way to the Pattern-'
'Why not?'
'You have to make the ascension, then you have to walk to the palace and make your way down to the Pattern. That takes time, even in Tir-na Nog'th-especially in Tir-na Nog'th, where time tends to play tricks anyway. For all you know, you may have a hidden death wish slowing you down. I don't know. Whatever the case, he would have commenced walking the Pattern by the time you arrived. It may well be that he would be too far into it for you to reach him this time.'
'He will probably be tired. That should slow him some.'
'No. Put yourself in his place. If you were Brand, wouldn't you have headed for some shadow where the time flow was different? Instead of an afternoon, he could well have taken several days to rest up for this evening's ordeal. It is safest to assume that he will be in good shape.'
'You are right,' I said. 'I can't count on it. Okay. An alternative I had entertained but would rather not try if it could be avoided, would be to kill him at a distance. Take along a crossbow or one of our rifles and simply shoot him in the midst of the Pattern. The thing that bothers me about it is the effect of our blood on the Pattern. It may be that it is only the primal Pattern that suffers from it, but I don't know.'
'That's right. You do not know,' he said. 'Also, I would not want you to rely on normal weapons up there. That is a peculiar place. You said yourself it is like a strange piece of Shadow drifting in the sky. While you figured how to make a rifle fire in Amber, the same rules may not apply up there.'
'It is a risk,' I acknowledged.
'As for the crossbow-supposing a sudden gust of wind deflected the bolt each time you shot one?'
'I am afraid I do not follow you.'
'The Jewel. He walked it part way through the primal Pattern, and he has had some time to experiment with it since then. Do you think it possible that he is partly attuned to it now?'
'I do not know. I am not at all that sure how the process works.'
'I just wanted to point out that if it does work that way, he may be able to use it to defend himself. The Jewel may even have other properties you are not aware of. So what I am saying is that I would not want you to count on being able to kill him at a distance. And I would not even want you to rely on being able to pull the trick you did with the Jewel again-not if he may have gained some measure of control over it.'
'You do make things look a little bleaker than I had them.'
'But possibly more realistic,' he said.
'Conceded. Go on. You said you had a plan.'
'That is correct. My thinking is that Brand must not be allowed to reach the Pattern at all, that once he sets foot upon it the probability of disaster goes way up.'
'And you do not think I can get there in time to block him?'
'Not if he can really transport himself around almost instantaneously while you have to take a long walk. My bet is that he is just waiting for moonrise, and as soon as the city takes form he will be inside, right next to the Pattern.'
'I see the point, but not the answer.'
'The answer is that you are not going to set foot in Tir-na Nog'th tonight.'
'Hold on a minute!'
'Hold on, hell! You imported a master strategist, you'd better listen to what he has to say.'
'Okay, I am listening.'
'You have agreed that you probably cannot reach the place in time. But someone else can.'
'Who and how?'
'All right. I have been in touch with Benedict. He has returned. At this moment, he is in Amber, down in the chamber of the Pattern. By now, he should have finished walking it and be standing there at its center, waiting. You proceed to the foot of the stairs to the sky-city. There you await the rising of the moon. As soon as Tir-na Nog'th takes form, you will contact Benedict via his Trump. You tell him that all is ready, and he will use the power of the Pattern in Amber to transport himself to the place of the Pattern in Tir-na Nog'th. No matter how fast Brand travels, he cannot gain much on that.'
'I see the advantages,' I said. 'That is the fastest way to get a man up there and Benedict is certainly a good man. He should have no trouble dealing with Brand.'
'Do you really think Brand will make no other preparations?' Ganelon said.
'From everything I've heard about the man, he's smart even if he is daft. He just may anticipate something like this.'
