And so I commenced my walk. The black line did not have the same feeling to it as the blazing ones back under Amber. My feet came down as if on dead ground, though there was a tug and a crackle when I raised them.
«Merlin!» Jurt called out. «What should I do?»
«What do you mean?» I shouted back.
«How do I get out of here?»
«Go out the door and start shadow-shifting,» I said, «or follow me through this Pattern and have it send you wherever you want.»
«I don't believe you can shadow-shift this close to Amber, can you?»
«Maybe we are too close. So get away physically and then do it.»
I kept moving. There came small crackling sounds whenever I raised my feet now.
«I'd get lost in the caves if I tried that.»
«Then follow me.»
«The Pattern will destroy me.»
«It's promised not to.»
He laughed harshly.
«And you believe it?»
«If it wants this job done properly, it has no choice.»
I came to the first break in the Pattern. A quick consultation of the Jewel showed me where the line should lie. With some trepidation I took my first step beyond the visible marking. Then another. And another. I' wanted to look back when I finally crossed the gap. Instead, I waited until the natural curving of my route granted me that view. I saw then that the entire line I had walked thus far had begun to glow, just like the real thing. The spilled luminescence seemed to have been absorbed within it, darkening the interstitial ground area. Jurt had moved to a position near that beginning; He caught my gaze.
«I don't know, Merlin,» he said. «I just don't know.»
«The Jurt I knew wouldn't have had guts enough to try it,» I told him.
«Neither do I.»
«As you pointed out, our mother did it. Odds are you've got the genes. What the hell. If I'm wrong, it'll be over before you know it.»
I took another step. He gave a mirthless laugh.
Then, «What the hell,» he said, and he set his foot upon it.
«Hey, I'm still alive,» he called out. «What now?»
«Keep coming,» I said. «Follow me. Don't stop. And don't leave the line or all bets are off:»
There followed another turning of the way, and I foilowed it and lost sight of him. As I continued along, I became aware of a pain in my right ankle - product of all the hiking and climbing I had done, I supposed. It began increasing with each step. It was hot and soon grew to be quite terrible. Had I somehow torn a ligament? Had I-
Of course. I could smell the burning leather now.
I plunged my hand into the sheath area of my boot and withdrew the Chaos dagger. It was radiating heat. This proximity to the Pattern was affecting it. I couldn't keep it about me any longer.
I drew my arm back and cast the weapon across the Pattern in the direction I was facing, toward the end of the room where the doorway was situated. Automatically my gaze followed its passage. There was a small movement in the shadows toward which it flew. A man was standing there, watching me. The dagger struck the wall and fell to the floor. He leaned over and picked it up. I heard a chuckle. He made a sudden movement, and the dagger came arcing back across the Pattern in my direction.
It landed ahead and to the right of me. As soon as it made contact with the Pattern, a fountain of blue flame engulfed it, rising well above the level of my head, splattering, sizzling. I flinched and I slowed, though I knew it would do me no permanent harm, and I kept walking. I had reached the long frontal arc where the going was slow.
«Stay on the line,» I yelled to Jurt. «Don't worry about things like that.»
«I understand,» he said. «Who's that guy?»
«Damned if I know.»
I pushed ahead. I was nearer to the circle of flame now. I wondered what the ty'iga would think of my present predicament. I made my way around another turn and was able to see back over a considerable section of my trail. It was glowing evenly, and Jurt was coming on strongly, moving as I had, the flames rising above his ankles now. They were almost up to my knees. From the corner of my eye I saw a movement from that area of the chamber where the stranger stood.
The man moved forth from his shadowy alcove, slowly carefully, flowing along the far wall. At least he did not seem interested in walking the Pattern. He moved to a point almost directly opposite its beginning.
I had no choice but to continue my course, which took me through curves and turns that removed him from my sight. I came to another break in the Pattern and felt it knit as I crossed it. A barely audible music seemed to occur as I did so. The tempo of the flux within the lighted area seemed to increase also, as it flowed into the lines, etching a sharp, bright trail behind me. I called an occasional piece of advice to Jurt, who was several laps back, though his course sometimes brought him abreast of me and close enough to touch had there been any reason to.
The blue fires were higher now, reaching up to midthigh, and my hair was rising. I began a slow series of turns. Above the crackling and the music, I asked, How're you doing, Frakir? There was no reply.
I turned, kept moving through an area of high impedance, emerged from it, beholding the fiery wall of Coral's prison there at the Pattern's center. As I took my way around it, the opposite side of the Pattern slowly came into view.
The stranger stood waiting, the collar of his cloak turned high. Within the shadows which lay upon his face, I could see that his teeth were bared in a grin. I was startled by the fact that he stood in the midst of the Pattern itself - watching my advance, apparently waiting for me - until I realized that he had entered by way of a break in the design which I was headed to repair.
«You are going to have to get out of my way,» I called out. «I can't stop, and I can't let you stop me!»
He didn't stir, and I recalled my father's telling me of a fight which had occurred on the primal Pattern. I slapped the hilt of Grayswandir.
«I'm coming through,» I said.
The blue-white fires came up even higher with my next step, and in their light I saw his face. It was my own.
«No,» I said.
«Yes,» he said.
«You are the last of the Logrus-ghosts to confront me.»
«Indeed,» he replied.
I took another step.
«Yet,» I observed, «if you are a reconstruction of myself from the time I made it through the Logrus, why should you oppose me here? The self I recall being in those days wouldn t have taken a job like this.»
His grin went away
«I am not you in that sense,» he stated. «The only way to make this happen as it must, as I understand it, was to synthesize my personality in some fashion.»
«So you're me with a lobotomy and orders to kill.»
«Don't say that,» he replied. «It makes it sound wrong, and what I'm doing is right. We even have many of the same memories.»
«Let me through and I'll talk to you afterward. I think the Logrus may have screwed itself by trying this stunt. You don't want to kill yourself, and neither do I. Together we could win this game, and there's room in Shadow for more than one Merlin.»
I'd slowed, but I had to take another step then. I couldn't afford to lose momentum at this point.
His lips tightened to a thin line, and he shook his head.
