The Chronicles of Amber

certainly intend to take a wife. Every king needs his queen.”

“Then you will be king?” Aber asked, sounding hopeful. “Not Dad?”

“Oberon must be King,” Freda said. “The Pattern has chosen him.”

“Great!” Aber grinned. “It was my idea, you know. As a reward, I expect a few extra titles, at the very least.”

“As the king's brother, you will be a prince,” Freda said. “That is sufficient.”

“How about Arch-Duke of Aberton?” I asked. “And—uh—Lord of All the Marshlands?”

“Much better!” He laughed. “Do we have marshlands?”

Freda frowned. “You are both being frivolous.”

“We also have to figure out where Aberton is,” I said, ignoring her.

Aber turned and looked to the south. “Isn't it over there? I want to see it from my rooms in the castle.”

“Could be.” I shaded my eyes. “I bet it's just beyond that forest.”

“Insane, both of you!” Freda threw up her hands and stomped off.

Aber and I both broke up laughing.

Chapter 17

“No, no, no!” I shouted. I pounded my fist on the table inside the tent, where dozens of sketches and blueprints lay in disarray. “I don't care whether the mules are sick, only half the workmen are here, or it's raining flaming toads! Work begins today!”

The two construction supervisors cringed before my wrath. “Yes, King Oberon!” one of them squeaked. They bowed their way out of my tent.

Three weeks had passed since our picnic atop Mount Amber, as we now called the mountain where the castle was to be built. Nothing but delays, delays, and more delays had plagued the beginning of construction. Like a rusted wheel, the machine of our builders needed to be unstuck to turn… my anger provided the solvent.

I rose and paced. Aber, with his feet up on the table, just chuckled.

“It's not funny!” I roared. I'd had it with the lot of them.

“Did I say it was?” Aber asked. “The sooner I have a real roof over my head, the happier I'll be. I hate rain, I hate sun, and I hate living in a tent. If you didn't need my help with the blueprints, I'd be back in Selonika right now, living the good life.” He sighed.

“Oh, go ahead back,” I said. I waved him away. “There's not much more to do today, anyway. Tomorrow, after you've slept off your hangover, come on back and we'll see what more needs to be done.”

“You don't have to tell me twice!” He leaped up and ran out through the tent's open flaps.

Sighing, I sprawled back in my chair and began looking through the architect's sketches again. Something about the west wing bothered me, but I just couldn't figure out what, exactly.

“Oberon?” I heard Freda say as she swept in. “I wish a word with you.”

“Of course. Join me.” I indicated the seat Aber had just vacated. “Wine?”

“Thank you.”

I poured a cup of red wine for her.

“What's wrong?” I asked.

“The problem,” she said, “is a lack of supervision. Conner and you make sure work gets done well and quickly, but you cannot be everywhere at once. As soon as you leave, the workmen grow slack. I have seen it time and again at the sawmill, the quarry, or here as they dig the foundation… these men move at their own pace.”

“I know.” I let out a long sign. “Everything is behind schedule. And yet… we have all the available men working in shifts night and day. What more can we do?”

“We need more help,” she said.

“All right. Hire more workers. As many as it takes, from Selokina or any other Shadow.”

“No… I mean more help from our family.”

That puzzled me. “I know Aber doesn't work as hard as he might, but—”

“No, you do not understand. I am not asking Aber to do more. He has done a wonderful job so far. I need more family members. I want to invite several of my aunts and uncles to join us. And I want permission to search for the rest of our missing brothers and sisters.”

“Will your relatives come?” I asked. “They must know how difficult life here will be, at least in the beginning. We can only offer tents… and a lot of hard work.”

“It is still preferable to their present lives in the Courts.”

I paused. “You already spoke to them about it, didn't you?”

She raised her head. “Yes. They are being persecuted by Lord Uthor for daring to help me. He has made it… unpleasant for them. They seek asylum. I know they will work hard—”

“Enough!” I raised my hands and smiled. “Of course they may come. If you vouch for them, I will gladly offer whatever protection I can.”

“Thank you, Oberon!” She beamed. “I knew we could depend on you!”

“How could I not help them? Any who seek freedom from Uthor's tyranny should be welcome in Amber.” I cleared my throat. “You also said something about finding missing family members?”

“Yes. We have had no news of so many of them… and I miss Pella. I cannot believe Uthor killed or captured them all. If Blaise and Aber were smart enough to remain free… why not a few more?”

“I suppose it's possible,” I said slowly. I saw what she meant. We had plenty of other brothers and sisters who were just as clever and resourceful. Maybe more so.

“And…” she hesitated.

“What is it?”

“The last time we were in Selonika, I went through all my Trumps. I tried every one of them, for the living and the dead.”

“Yes?”

She leaned forward urgently. “I thought I sensed something from Isadora, Fenn, and Davin. A flicker of contact, quickly blocked.”

“Davin!” I exclaimed. He had fallen, along with our brother Locke, while defending Juniper against attacking hell-creatures. “Impossible! He'd dead!”

“I am not sure. Remember, we never did see his body.”

“True.” Taking a deep breath, I looked away. Davin had earned my grudging respect on the battlefield. If he had been captured instead of killed…

“All right, I'll grant you that much. Davin may be alive. What of Isadora? And Fenn?”

“I want Father to make a complete set of Trumps for me—one card for every one of his children, living and dead.”

“Dead?” I asked. “Why?”

“There are… certain ways to raise the dead in Chaos,” she said grimly. “Uthor may have done it with Davin. We cannot be certain. It would take a fresh body to fully restore him. Later, he could be brought back as a zombi… an animated corpse which can do simple tasks for its master.”

I did not like the sound of that. Rising, I paced. She had given me a lot to think about.

Three more of us possibly alive… having Fenn and Davin here would make an enormous difference in the coming battle. But first we had to get them back. Finding them had to be a top priority.

“A complete set of Trumps sounds like a reasonable request. Go ahead and ask Dad.”

“I did, but he refused.”

“What! Why?”

“He did not believe I sensed them. He said he did not have time to indulge my whims. Whims!”

“He has not been quite right since he made the new Pattern,” I said, remembering some of his outbursts.