Rhanda must have remembered the being who could go anywhere, for I heard her gasp. Kergma passed around and around her body in greeting, then came to me and did the same.
''My friends! It has been so long since you called me to play! I have missed you!''
The guisel dragged itself forward against the song of the shroudlings as if beginning to overcome its power. 'This is not a game,' I answered. 'That beast will destroy us all unless we nail it first,' I said.
''Then I must solve it for us. Everything that lives is an equation, a complex quantum study. I told you that long ago.''
'Yes. Try. Please.'
I feared blasting the thing again with the spikard while Kergma worked on it, lest it interfere with his calculations. I kept my blade and spikard at ready as I continued to back away. The shroudlings retreated with me, slowly.
''A deadly balance,'' Kergma said at last. ''It has a wonderful life equation. Use your toy to stop it now.''
I froze it again with the spikard. The shroudling's song went on.
At length Kergma said, ''There is a weapon that can destroy it under the right circumstances. You must reach for it, however. It is a twisted blade you have wielded before. It hangs on the wall of a bar where once you drank with Luke.''
'The Vorpal Sword?' I said. 'It can kill it?'
''A piece at a time, under the proper circumstances.''
'You know these circumstances?'
''I have solved for them.''
I clutched my weapon and struck the guisel again with a force from the spikard. It squeaked and grew still. Then I discarded the blade I held and reached - far, far out through Shadow. I was a long time in finding what I sought and I had a resistance to overcome, so I added the force of the spikard to my own and it came to me. Once again, I held the shining, twisted Vorpal Sword in my hands.
I moved to strike at the guisel with it, but Kergma stopped me. So I hit it again with a lash of force from the spikard.
''Not the way. Not the way.''
'What then?'
''We require a Dyson variation on the mirror equation.''
'Show me.'
Walls of mirrors shot up on all sides about me, the guisel, and Kergma, but excluding Rhanda. We rose into the air and drifted toward the center of the sphere. Our reflections came at us from everywhere.
''Now. But you must keep it from touching the walls.''
'Save your equation. I may want to do something with it by and by.'
I struck the dormant guisel with the Vorpal Sword. Again, it emitted a bell-like tone and remained quiescent.
''No,'' Kergma said. ''Let it thaw.''
So I waited until it began to stir, meaning that it would be able to attack me soon. Nothing is ever easy. From outside, I still heard the faint sounds of singing.
The guisel recovered more quickly than I had anticipated. But I swung and lopped off half its head, which seemed to divide itself into tissue-thin images which then flew away in every direction.
'Caloo! Callay!' I cried, swinging again and removing a long section of tissue from its right side, which repeated the phenomenon of the ghosting and the flight. It came on again and I cut again. Another chunk departed from its twisting body in the same fashion. Whenever its writhing took it near a wall, I intervened with my body and sword, driving it back toward the center and hacking at or slicing it.
Again and again it came on or flipped toward the wall. Each time my response was similar. But it did not die. I fought it til but a tip of its writhing tail moved before me.
'Kergma,' I said then, 'we've sent most of it down infinite lines. Now, can you revise the equation? Then I'll find sufficient mass with the spikard to allow you to create another guisel for me - one that will return to the sender of this one and regard that person as prey.'
''I think so,'' Kergma said. ''I take it you left that final piece for the new one to eat?''
'Yes, that was my thinking.'
And so it was done. When the walls came down, the new guisel - black, its stripes red and yellow - was rubbing against my ankles like a cat. The singing stopped.
'Go and seek the hidden one,' I said, 'and return the message.'
It raced off, passing a curve and vanishing.
'What have you done?' Rhanda asked me. So I told her.
'The hidden one will now consider you the most dangerous of his rivals,' she said, 'if he lives. Probably he will increase his efforts against you, in subtlety as well as violence.'
'Good,' I said. 'That is my hope. I'd like to force a confrontation. He will probably not feel safe in your world now either, never knowing when a new guisel might come a-hunting.'
'True,' she said. 'You have been my champion,' and she kissed me.
Just then, out of nowhere, a paw appeared and fell upon the blade I held. Its opposite waved two slips of paper before me. Then a soft voice spoke: 'You keep borrowing that sword without signing for it. Kindly do that now, Merlin. The other slip is for last time.' I found a ballpoint beneath my cloak and signed as the rest of the cat materialized. 'That'll be $40,' it said then. 'It costs 20 bucks for each hour or portion of an hour, to vorp.'
I dug around in my pockets and came up with the fees. The cat grinned and began to fade. 'Good doing business with you,' it said through the smile. 'Come back soon. The next drink's on the house. And bring Luke. He's a great baritone.'
I noticed as it faded that the shroudling family had also vanished.
Kregma moved nearer. ''Where are the others - Glait and Gryll?''
'I left Grait in a wood,' I replied, 'though he may well be back in the Windmaster's vase in Gramble's museum in the Ways of Sawall by now. If you see him, tell him that the bigger thing has not eaten me - and he will drink warm milk with me one night and hear more tales yet. Gryll, I believe, is in the employ of my Uncle Suhuy.'
''Ah, the Windmaster...those were the days,'' he said. ''Yes, we must get together and play again. Thank you for calling me for this one,'' and he slid off in many directions and was gone, like the others.
'What now?' Rhanda asked.
'I am going home and back to bed.' I hesitated, then said, 'Come with me?'
She hesitated too, then nodded. 'Let us finish the night as we began it,' she said.
We walked through the seventh door and she unlocked my mirror. I knew that she would be gone when I awoke.
Coming to a Cord
1995
Preface from 'Pirate Writings': This story takes up the second Amber series where 'The Shroudling and the Guisel' (which appeared in the first issue of 'Realms of Fantasy') left off. It shows the continuing tale of Merlin's strangling cord, Frakir, while telling more about the leftover guisel and the sorcerer responsible for the affair behind the mirror. Flora and the visiting Luke are drawn into the action.
I have been using an occasional short story of late to tie up loose ends I'd left hanging in previous Amber books and stories, as well as to continue the overall narrative. The first of these stories was 'The Salesman's Tale,' featuring Luke and Vialle, which appeared in the February 1994 (#6) issue of 'Amberzine', and the second was 'Blue Horse, Dancing Mountains,' which will appear this Summer in the AvoNova collection of gambling stories,
