Even, I asked myself, if the power he represented was the power to destroy Amber itself, and with it to shatter the shadow worlds and capsize all of existence as I understood it?
Especially then, I answered myself. For who else could be trusted with such power? We are indeed a very pragmatic family.
More wine, and then I fumbled with my pipe, cleaning it, repacking it.
“That, basically, is my story to date,” I said, regarding my handiwork, rising and taking a light from the lamp. “After I recovered my sight, I managed to escape, fled Amber, tarried for a time in a place called Lorraine, where I encountered Ganelon, then came here.”
“Why?” I reseated myself and looked at him again.
“Because it is near to the Avalon I once knew,” I said.
I had purposely refrained from mentioning any earlier acquaintanceship with Ganelon, and hoped that he would take a cue from it. This shadow was near enough to our Avalon so that Ganelon should be familiar with its topography and most of its customs. For whatever it was worth, it seemed politic to keep this information from Benedict.
He passed over it as I thought he might, buried there where it was beside more interesting digging.
“And of your escape?” he asked. “How did you manage that?”
“I had help, of course,” I admitted, “in getting out of the cell. Once out- Well, there are still a few passages of which Eric is unaware.”
“I see,” he said, nodding-hoping, naturally, that I would go on to mention my partisans’ names, but knowing better than to ask.
I puffed my pipe and leaned back, smiling.
“It is good to have friends,” he said, as if in agreement with some unvoiced thought I might be entertaining.
“I guess that we all have a few of them in Amber.”
“I like to think so,” he said. Then, “I understand you left the partly whittled cell door locked behind you, had set fire to your bedding, and had drawn pictures on the wall.”
“Yes,” I said. “Prolonged confinement does something to a man’s mind. At least, it did to mine. There are long periods during which I know I was irrational.”
“I do not envy you the experience, brother,” he said. “Not at all. What are your plans now?”
“They are still uncertain.”
“Do you feel that you might wish to remain here?”
“I do not know,” I said. “What is the state of affairs here?”
“I am in charge,” he said-a simple statement of fact, not a boast. “I believe I have just succeeded in destroying the only major threat to the realm. If I am correct, then a reasonably tranquil period should be at hand. The price was high”-he glanced at what remained of his arm-“but will have been worth it-as shall be seen before very long, when things have returned to normal.”
He then proceeded to relate what was basically the same situation the youth had described, going on to tell how they had won the battle. The leader of the hellmaids slain, her riders had bolted and fled. Most of them were also slain then, and the caverns had been sealed once more. Benedict had decided to maintain a small force in the field for mopping-up purposes, his scouts the while combing the area for survivors.
He made no mention of the meeting between himself and their leader, Lintra.
“Who slew their leader?” I asked him.
“I managed it,” he said, making a sudden movement with his stump, “though I hesitated a moment too long on my first blow.”
I glanced away and so did Ganelon. When I looked back, his face had returned to normal and he had lowered his arm.
“We looked for you. Did you know that,- Corwin?” he asked. “Brand searched for you in many shadows, as did Gerard. You guessed correctly as to what Eric said after your disappearance that day. We were inclined to look farther than his word, however. We tried your Trump repeatedly, but there was no response. It must be that brain damage can block it. That is interesting. Your failure to respond to the Trump led us to believe you had died. Then Julian, Caine, and Random joined the search.”