There were undoubtedly other differences also, but those were sufficient to prove a point of some sort.
We took their weapons, and I hung onto three small, flat pistols.
“They crawled Out of the Shadows, all right,” said Random, and I nodded. “And I was lucky, too. It doesn't seem they suspected I'd turn up with the reinforcements I did-a militant brother and around half a ton of dogs.”
He went and peered out the broken window, and I decided to let him do it himself. “Nothing,” he said, after a time. “I'm sure we got them all,” and he drew the heavy orange drapes closed and pushed a lot of high-backed furniture in front of them. While he was doing that, I went through all their pockets.
I wasn't really surprised that I turned up nothing in the way of identification.
“Let's go back to the library,” he said, “so I can finish my drink.”
He cleaned off the blade, carefully, before he seated himself, however, and he replaced it on the pegs. I fetched Flora a drink while he did this.
“So it would seem I'm temporarily safe,” he said, “now that there are three of us sharing the picture.”
“So it would seem,” Flora agreed.
“God, I haven't eaten since yesterday!” he announced. So Flora went to tell Carmella it was safe to come out now, so long as she stayed clear of the living room, and to bring a lot of food to the library.
As soon as she left the room, Random turned to me and asked, “Like, what's it between you?”
“Don't turn your back on her.”
“She's still Eric's?”
“So far as I can tell.”
“Then what are you doing here?”
“I was trying to sucker Eric into coming around after me himself. He knows it's the only way he'll really get me, and I wanted to see how badly he wanted to.”
Random shook his head.
“I don't think he'll do it. No percentage. So long as you're here and he's there, why bother sticking his neck out? He's still got the stronger position. If you want him, you'll have to go after him.”
“I've just about come to the same conclusion.”
His eyes gleamed then, and his old smile appeared. He ran one hand through his straw-colored hair and wouldn't let go of my eyes.
“Are you going to do it?” he asked.
“Maybe,” I said.
“Don't 'maybe' me, baby. It's written all over you. I'd almost be willing to go along, you know. Of all my relations, I like sex the best and Eric the least.”
I lit a cigarette, while I considered.
“You're thinking,” he said while I thought, “'How far can I trust Random this time? He is sneaky and mean and just like his name, and he will doubtless sell me out If someone offers him a better deal. ' True?”
I nodded.
“However, brother Corwin, remember that while I've never done you much good, I've never done you any especial harm either. Oh, a few pranks, I'll admit. But, all in all, you might say we've gotten along best of all in the family-that is, we've stayed out of each other's ways. Think it over. I believe I hear Flora or her woman coming now, so let's change the subject... But quick I don't suppose you have a deck of the family's favorite playing cards around, do you?”
I shook my head.
Flora entered the room and said, “Carmella will bring in some food shortly.”
We drank to that, and he winked at me behind her back.
The following morning, the bodies were gone from the living room, there were no stains upon the carpet, the window appeared to have been repaired, and Random explained that he had “taken care of things.” I did not see fit to question him further.
We borrowed Flora's Mercedes and went for a drive. The countryside seemed strangely altered. I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was that was missing or new, but somehow things felt different. This, too, gave me a headache when I attempted to consider it, so I decided to suspend such thinking for the nonce.
I was at the wheel, Random at my side. I observed that I would like to be back in Amber again-just to see what sort of response it would obtain.
“I have been wondering,” he replied, “whether you were out for vengeance, pure and simple, or something more,” thereby shifting the ball back to me, to answer or not to answer, as I saw fit.
I saw fit. I used the stock phrase:
“I've been thinking about that, too,” I said, “trying to figure my chances. You know, I just might 'try. '“
He turned toward me then (he had been staring out of the side window) and said:
“I suppose we've all had that ambition, or at least that thought-I know I have, though I dismissed me early in the game-and the way I feel about it, it's worth the attempt. You're asking me, I know, whether I'll help you. The answer is 'yes. ' I'll do it just to screw up the others.” Then, “What do you think of Flora? Would she be of any help?”
“I doubt it very much,” I said. “She'd throw in if things were certain. But, then, what's certain at this point?”
“Or any,” he added.
“Or any,” I repeated, so he'd think I knew what sort of response I would obtain.
I was afraid to confide in him as to the condition of my memory. I was also afraid to tell him, so I didn't. There were so very many things I wanted to know, but I had no one to turn to. I thought about it a bit as we drove along.
“Well, when do you want to start?” I asked.
“Whenever you're ready.”
And there it was, right in my lap, and I didn't know what to do with it.
“What about now?” I said.
He was silent. He lit a cigarette, I think to buy time.
I did the same.
“Okay,” he finally said. “When's the last time you've been back?”
“It's been so damn long,” I told him, “that I'm not even sure I remember the way.”
“All right,” he said, “then we're going to have to go away before we can come back. How much gas have you got?”
“Three-quarters of a tank.”
“Then turn left at the next corner, and we'll see what happens.”
I did this thing, and as we drove along all the sidewalks began to sparkle.
“Damn!” he said. “It's been around twenty years since I've taken the walk. I'm remembering the right things too soon.”
We kept driving, and I kept wondering what the hell was happening. The sky had grown a bit greenish, then shaded over into pink.
I bit my lip against the asking of questions.
We passed beneath a bridge and when we emerged on the other side the sky was a normal color again, but there were windmills all over the place, big yellow ones.
“Don't worry,” he said quickly, “it could be worse.” I noticed that the people we passed were dressed rather strangely, and the roadway was of brick.
“Turn right”
I did.
Purple clouds covered over the sun, and it began to rain. Lightning stalked the heavens and the skies grumbled above us. I had the windshield wipers going full speed, but they weren't doing a whole lot of good. I turned on the headlights and slowed even more.
I would have sworn I'd passed a horseman, racing in the other direction, dressed all in gray, collar turned high and head lowered against the rain.
Then the clouds broke themselves apart and we were riding along a seashore. The waves splashed high and
