speaking English, but the language called Thari.
After almost half an hour, we reached the bottom. I kept coasting for as far as I could, then turned on the engine. At its sound, a flock of dark birds heat its way into the air from the shrubbery off to the left. Something gray and wolfish-looking broke from cover and dashed toward a nearby thicket; the deer it had been stalking, invisible till then, bounded away. We were in a lush valley, though not so thickly or massively wooded as the Forest of Arden, which sloped gently but steadily toward the distant sea.
High, and climbing higher on the left, the mountains reared. The further we advanced into the valley, the better came our view of the nature and full extent of that massive height of rock down one of whose lesser slopes we had coasted. The mountains continued their march to the sea, growing larger as they did so, and taking upon their shoulders a shifting mantle tinged with green, mauve, purple, gold, and indigo. The face they turned to the sea was invisible to us from the valley, but about the back of that final, highest peak swirled the faintest veil of ghost clouds, and occasionally the golden sun touched it with fire. I judged we were about thirty-five miles from the place of light, and the fuel gauge read near empty. I knew that the final peak was our destination. and an eagerness began to grow up within me. Random was staring in the same direction.
“lt's still there,” I remarked.
“I'd almost forgotten,” he said.
And as I shifted gears, I noticed that my trousers had taken on a certain sheen which they had not possessed before. Also, they were tapered considerably as they reached toward my ankles, and I noted that my cuffs had vanished. Then I noticed my shirt.
It was more like a jacket. and it was black and trimmed with silver; and my belt had widened considerably.
On closer inspection, I saw that there was a silver line down the outer seams of my pants legs.
“I find myself garbed effectively,” I observed, to see what that wrought.
Random chuckled, and I saw then that he had some where acquired brown trousers streaked with red and a shirt of orange and brown. A brown cap with a yellow border rested on the Seat beside him.
“I was wondering when you'd notice,” he said. “How do you feel?”
“Quite good,” I told him, “and by the way, we're almost out of gas.”
“Too late to do much about that,” he said. “We are now in the real world, and it would be a horrible effort to play with Shadows. Also, it would not go unnoticed. I'm afraid we'll have to hoof it when this gives out.”
It gave out two and a half miles later. I coasted off to the side of the road and stopped. The sun by now was westering farewell, and the shadows had grown long Indeed.
I reached into the back seat, where my shoe's had become black boots, and something rattled as my hand groped after them.
I drew forth a moderately heavy silver sword and scabbard. The scabbard fit my belt perfectly. There was also a black cloak, with a clasp like a silver rose.
“Had you thought them lost forever?” asked Random.
“Damn near.” said I.
We climbed out of the car and began walking. The evening was cool and briskly fragrant. There were stars in the east already, and the sun was diving toward its t,~'1 •
We trudged along the road, and Random said:
“I don't feel right about this.”
“What do you mean?”
“Things have gone too easily, thus far,” he told me. “I don't like it. We made it all the way through to the Forest of Arden with barely a hitch. True, Julian tried to take care of us there-but I don't know... We've made it so very far so readily that I'd almost suspect we were permitted to do it.”
“This thought has also crossed my mind,” I lied. “What do you think it portends?”
“I fear,” said he, “that we are walking into a trap.”
We walked on for several minutes in silence.
Then “Ambush?” said I. “These woods seem strangely still.”
“I don't know.”
We made maybe two miles, and then the sun was gone. The night was black and studded with brilliant stars.
“This is no way for two such as we to move,” Random said.
“True.”
“Yet I fear to fetch us steeds.”
“And I, also.”
“What is your assessment of the situation?” Random asked.
“Death and dreck,” said I. “I feel they may be upon us soon.”
“Do you think we should abandon the roadway?”
“I've been thinking about it,” I lied again, “and I don't see that it would hurt any for us to walk off to the side a bit.”
So we did.
We passed among trees, we moved past the dark shapes of rocks and bushes. And the moon slowly rose, big, of silver, and lighting up the night.
“I am taken by this feeling that we cannot do it,” Random told me.
“And what reliance can we give this feeling?” I asked.
“Much.”
“Why?”
“Too far and too fast,” he responded. “I don't like it at all. Now we're in the real world, it is too late to turn back. We cannot play with Shadows, but must rely on our blades.” (He wore a short, burnished one himself.) “I feel, therefore. that it is perhaps Eric's will that we have advanced to this point. There is nothing much to do about it now, but now we're here, I wish we'd had to battle for every inch of the way.
We continued for another mile and paused for cigarettes, which we held cupped in our hands.
“It's a lovely night,” I said, to Random and the cooI breeze. “I suppose... What was that?”
There was a soft rustling of shrubbery a bit of a way behind us.
“Some animal, maybe.”
His blade was in his band.
We waited, several minutes, but nothing more was heard.
So he sheathed it and we started walking again.
There were no more sounds from behind us, but after a time I heard something from up ahead.
He nodded when I glanced at him, and we began to move more cautiously.
There was a soft glow, as from a campfire, away, far, in the distance.
We heard no more sounds, but his shrug showed acquiescence to my gesture as I headed toward it, into the woods, to the right.
It was the better part of an hour before we struck the camp. There were four men seated about the fire and two sleeping off in the shadows. The girl who was bound to a stake had her head turned away from us, but I felt my heart quicken as I looked upon her form.
“Could that be ...?” I whispered.
“Yes.” he replied. “I think it may.”
Then she turned her head and I knew it was.
“Deirdre!”
“I wonder what the bitch has been up to?” Random said. “From those guys' colors, I'd venture they're taking her back to Amber.”
I saw that they wore black, red, and silver, which I remembered from the Trumps and from somewhere else to be the colors of Eric.
“Since Eric wants her, he can't have her,” I said.
“I never much cared for Deirdre,” Random said, “but I know you do, so..” and he unsheathed his blade.
I did the same. “Get ready,” I told him, rising into a crouch. And we rushed them. Maybe two minutes, that's about what it took,
