'Wheel of Fortune', edited by myself. 'The Shroudling and the Guisel' was the third Amber story, and 'coming to a Cord' is the fourth.
So, if anyone has a burning Amber question, I suggest they send it to me c/o AvoNova and I may be able to straighten the matter out in one of these stories (I may not, also). And to all you Amber fans, thanks for hanging around for so long.
-Roger Zelazny
It is no fun being tied to a bedpost when you are feeling under the weather. I phased back and forth between visibility and invisibility uncontrollably. On the other wrist, I felt my ability to communicate beginning to return. My increased sentience had remained with me ever since my strange journey with Merlin in the place between shadows. But there was a shock on my return to this reality. Slowly now, I was recovering from it, though some of the symptoms were slower in going than others. Consequently, it took me much longer than it normally would have to unknot myself.
I am Frakir, strangling cord to Merlin - Lord of Amber and Prince of Chaos. Normally, too, he would never have abandoned me like this, in the blasted apartments of Brand, late Prince of Amber and would-be Lord of the Universe. But he was under a mild spell Brand had actually left about for his son Rinaldo. However, Merlin has such a strong affinity with Rinaldo - also known as Luke - by virtue of their long association, that the spell latched onto him. He must have shaken it by now, but that still left me in an awkward position, with him doubtless back in the Courts.
I did not feel like waiting around with all the rebuilding and redecorating going on. They could decide to chuck the bed, with me attached, and go for all new stuff.
I finished unknotting myself. At least Merlin had used no magic when he'd tied me there. On the other hand, it was a tight knot, and I squirmed for a long while to get myself unlooped. Finally, the thing was loosened and I was able to undo it. Once I had freed myself from its subtle geometries, I slithered down the bedpost to the ground. This left me in a position to slip away, should a gang of furniture movers suddenly appear. In fact, it suddenly seemed a good idea to get out of the fast traffic lane now.
I moved away from the bed - out of Brand's room and into Merlin's - wondering what had been the secret of that ring he'd found and put on - the spikard thing.
That it was extremely powerful and drew its energies from many sources was obvious to a being such as myself. That it seemed a thing of the same order as the sword Werewindle was also readily apparent, despite their varied forms to the eye of a human. Suddenly, it occurred to me that Merlin might not notice this, and I began to think that it might be necessary he should.
I crossed his room. I can move like a snake when I would. I have no ability to transport myself magically like almost everyone else I know, so I figured it were best to find someone who did. My only problem was that, in keeping with the family's general policy of personal secrecy on everything from magic to souffle recipes, many of them did not even know I existed.
...And for that matter I didn't know the location of their apartments, save for Merlin's, Brand's, Random and Vialle's, and Martin's - which Merlin sometimes visited. Random and Vialle's would be hard to reach, with all the work that was going on. So I headed off in the direction of Martin's rooms and slithered under the door when I got there. He had rock posters on most of his walls, as well as the speakers for a magically powered CD player. He, alas, was absent, and I had no idea when he might return.
I went back out into the hall and slithered along it, listening for a familiar voice, checking under doors, into rooms. This went on for some time before I heard Flora say, 'Oh, bother!' from behind a door up the hall. I headed in that direction. She was one of the ones privy to my existence.
Her door was closed, but I was able to make my way beneath it into a highly decorated sitting room. She seemed in the process of mending a broken fingernail with some sort of goo.
I crossed the room to her side, maintaining my invisibility, and wrapped myself about her right ankle.
'Hello,' I said. 'This is Frakir, Merlin's friend and strangling cord. Can you help me?'
Following a moment of silence, she said, 'Frakir! What's happened? What do you need?'
'I was inadvertently abandoned,' I explained, 'while Merlin was under the influence of a peculiar spell. I need to get in touch with him. I've realized something he may need to know. Also, I want to get back on his wrist.'
'I'll give his Trump a try,' she said, 'though if he's in the Courts I'll probably not be able to reach him.'
I heard her open a drawer, and moments later I listened to her fumbling with cards. I tried to tune in on her thoughts as she manipulated them, but I could not.
'Sorry,' she said, after a time. 'I can't seem to get through to him.'
'Thanks for trying,' I told her.
'When did you get separated from Merlin?' she asked.
'It was the day the Powers met in the back hall,' I said.
'What sort of spell did Merlin get caught up in?'
'One that was hanging fairly free in Brand's quarters. You see, Merlin's and Brand's rooms being next door to each other, he'd entered out of curiosity when the wall fell during the confrontation.'
'Frakir, I don't think that was an accident,' she said. 'One Power or the other probably arranged for things to be so.'
'Seems likely when one thinks about it, Princess.'
'What do you want to do now? I'll be glad to help,' she said.
'I'd like to find a way to get back to Merlin,' I said. 'He's had a general aura of danger about him for some time - to which I am particularly sensitive.'
'I understand,' she said, 'and I'll find a way. It may take a few days, but I'll figure something.'
'All right. I'll wait,' I said. 'I've no real choice in the matter.'
'You're welcome to stay with me till that happens.'
'I'll do that,' I said. 'Thanks.'
I found a comfortable-looking table and wrapped myself about one of its legs. I went into stasis then, if one needs a word for it. It is not sleep, as there is no loss of consciousness. But there is no thinking in the conventional sense either. I just sort of spread out my awareness and 'am', until I am needed.
How long I lay coiled in this position, I have no way of telling. I was alone in the sitting room, though I was aware of Flora's breathing next door.
Suddenly, she shrieked. This time, I just loosened myself and dropped to the floor.
As I began hurrying toward the room I heard another voice. 'Sorry,' it said. 'I am pursued. I had no choice but to drop in without invitation.'
'Who are you?' she asked.
'Well, I'm a sorcerer,' he said. 'I was hiding in your mirror, as I have every 'night' for a long while. I have this crush on you and I like to watch you as you go about your business.'
'Peeping Tom - a voyeur!' she said.
'No,' he said. 'I think you're a really nice-looking lady, and I like watching you. That's all.'
'There are many legitimate ways by which you could have gained an introduction,' she said.
'True, but that way might have led to horrible complications in my life.'
'Oh, you're married.'
'Worse than that,' he said.
'What, then?'
'No time now. I can feel its approach,' he said.
'What's approach?'
'The guisel,' he said. 'I sent one to slay another sorcerer, but he disposed of it and sent one of his own after me. Didn't know he was that good. I don't know how to dispose of the things, and it will be oozing through that mirror in a matter of minutes, to destroy us all most nastily. So, this place being Amber and all, is there some hero available who might be anxious to earn another merit badge?'
'I think not,' she replied. 'Sorry.'
Just then the mirror began to darken.
'Oh, it's coming!' he cried.
I had felt the menace it exuded some time before. But then, that is my job.
