'Come back,' I willed after his image, but it went 2-dimensional and warmed to room temperature again.
'Sorry,' I said to Vialle. 'I gave it my best shot, but he wasn't buying any.'
'To tell the truth, I didn't think you'd hold him even that long. But I could tell he was interested in you until you mentioned your mother. Then something changed.'
'Wouldn't be the first time,' I said. 'I've a mind to try him again later.'
'In that case, keep the Trump.'
'I don't need it, Vialle. I'll make my own when the time comes.'
'You are an artist and a Trump master?'
'Well, I do paint. Fairly seriously sometimes.'
'Then you must see all of my works while you wait. I'd value your opinion.'
'My pleasure,' I said. 'You mean while I wait-'
'-for Corwin.'
'Ah, just so. Thank you.'
'You can be the first to use one of the new rooms. We've been doing a lot of reconstruction and remodeling since the Logrus and the Pattern had their confrontation.'
'I heard about it,' I said. 'Very well. I wonder when he'll arrive?'
'Soon, I feel,' she said. 'I'll summon a servant to get you settled now. Another will bring you to dine with me later, and we can discuss art.'
'That will be fine.'
I wondered where all of this was going to lead. It seemed that the big picture was about to change drastically again.
Glad Delwin wasn't interested in the microwave oven, though. The spell would have been a bitch to work out.
Blue Horse, Dancing Mountains
1995
I took a right at the Burning Wells and fled smokeghosts across the Uplands of Artine. I slew the leader of the Kerts of Shern as her flock harried me from hightowered perches among the canyons of that place. The others abandoned the sport, and we were through, beneath a green rain out of a slate-colored sky. Onward and down then, to where the plains swirled dust devils that sang of sad eternities in rock that once they were.
At last the winds fell off and Shask, my deadly mount, blue stallion out of Chaos, slowed to a stop before vermilion sands.
'What is the matter?' I asked.
'We must cross this neck of the desert to reach the Dancing Mountains,' Shask replied.
'And how long a journey might that be?'
'Most of the rest of the day,' he said. 'It is narrowest here. We have paid in part for this indulgence already. The rest will come in the mountains themselves, for now we must cross where they are very active.'
I raised my canteen and shook it.
'Worth it,' I said, 'so long as they don`t really dance in Richter terms.'
'No, but at the Great Divide between the shadows of Amber and the shadows of Chaos there is some natural shifting activity in play where they meet.'
'I`m no stranger to shadow-storms, which is what that sounds like - a permanent shadow-storm front. But I wish we could just push on through rather than camp there.'
'I told you when you chose me, Lord Corwin, that I could bear you farther than any other mount by day. But by night I become an unmoving serpent, hardening to stone and cold as a demon`s heart, thawing come dawn.'
'Yes, I recall,' I said, - and you have served me well, as Merlin said you might. Perhaps we should overnight this side of the mountains and cross tomorrow.'
'The front, as I said, shifts. Likely, at some point, it would join you in the foothills or before. Once you reach the region, it matters not where we spend the night. The shadows will dance over us or near us. Dismount now, please, unsaddle, and remove your gear, that I may shift.'
'To what?' I asked as I swung to the ground.
'I`ve a lizard form would face this desert best.'
'By all means, Shask, be comfortable, be efficient. Be a lizard.'
I set about unburdening him. It was good to be free again.
Shask as blue lizard was enormously fast and virtually tireless. He got us across the sands with daylight to spare, and as I stood beside him contemplating the trail that led upward through the foothills, he spoke in a sibilant tone: 'As I said, the shadows can catch us anywhere around here, and I still have strength to take us up for an hour or so before we camp, rest, and feed. What is your choice?'
'Go,' I told him.
Trees changed their foliage even as I watched. The trail was maddeningly irregular, shifting its course, changing its character beneath us. Seasons came and went - a flurrying of snow followed by a blast of hot air, then springtime and blooming flowers. There were glimpses of towers and metal people, highways, bridges, tunnels gone in moments. Then the entire dance would shift away and we would simply be mounting a trail again.
At last, we made camp in a sheltered area near to a summit. Clouds collected as we ate, and a few rumbles under rolled in the distance. I made myself a low lean-to. Shask transformed himself into a great dragonheaded, winged, feathered serpent, and coiled nearby.
'A good night to you, Shask,' I called out, as the first drops fell.
'And-to-you-Corwin,' he said softly.
I lay back, closed my eyes, and was asleep almost immediately. How long I slept, I do not know. I was jarred out of it, however, by a terrific clap of thunder which seemed to occur directly overhead.
I found myself sitting up, having reached out to and half drawn Grayswandir, before the echoes died. I shook my head and sat listening. Something seemed to be missing and I could not determine what.
There came a brilliant flash of light and another thunderclap. I flinched at them and sat waiting for more, but only silence followed. Silence...
I stuck my hand outside the lean-to, then my head. It had stopped raining. That was the missing item - the splatter of droplets.
My gaze was attracted by a glow from beyond the nearby summit. I pulled on my boots and departed the shelter. Outside, I buckled on my sword belt and fastened my cloak at the neck. I had to investigate. In a place like this, any activity might represent a threat.
I touched Shask - who indeed felt stony - as I passed, and made my way to where the trail had been. It was still there, though diminished in width, and I set foot upon it and climbed upward. The light source for which I was headed seemed to be moving slightly. Now, faintly, in the distance, I seemed to hear the sound of rainfall. Perhaps it was coming down on the other side of the peak.
As I advanced, I became convinced that it was storming not too far away. I could now hear the moaning of wind within the splashing.
I was suddenly dazzled by a flash from beyond the crest. A sharp report of thunder kept it company. I halted for only a moment. During that time, amid the ringing in my ears, I thought that I heard the sound of a cackling laugh.
Trudging ahead, I came at last to the summit. Immediately, the wind assailed me, bearing a full load of moisture. I drew my cloak closed and fastened it down the front as I made my way forward.
Several paces then, and I beheld a hollow, below and to my left. It was eerily illuminated by dancing orbs of ball lightning. There were two figures within it - one seated on the ground, the other, cross-legged, hanging Upside down in the air with no apparent means of support, across from him. I chose the most concealed route I could and
