“I don’t know that she sees with it,” I said. “She’s still recovering from the operation. But that’s an interesting thought. If she could see with it, what might she behold?”
“The clear, cold lines of eternity, I daresay. Beneath all Shadow. No mortal could bear it for too long.”
“She is of the blood of Amber,” I said.
“Really? Oberon’s?”
I nodded.
“Your late liege was a very active man,” he observed. “Still, it would be quite a burden of seeing, though I speak only from guesswork-and a certain knowledge of principles. I’ve no idea what may come of this. Only Dworkin could say. Be he sane, there is a reason for it. I acknowledge his mastery, though I’ve never been able to anticipate him.”
“You know him, personally?” I asked.
“I knew him,” he said, “long ago, before his troubles. And I do not know whether to rejoice or despair in this. Recovered; he may be working for the greater good. Then again, his interests may be totally partisan.”
“Sorry I can’t enlighten you,” I said. “I find his actions cryptic, too.”
“I’m baffled also,” Mandor said, “by the disposition of the Eye. But it still sounds pretty much a local matter, involving Amber’s relations with Kashfa and Begma. I don’t see that there is anything to be gained at this point by speculation. It’s better keeping most of our attention for more pressing local matters.”
I felt myself sigh.
“Such as the succession?” I suggested. Mandor quirked an eyebrow.
“Oh, Lord Suhuy has briefed you already?”
“No,” I replied. “No, but I heard so much from my father of the succession in Amber, with all its cabals, intrigues, and double crosses, that I almost feel an authority on the subject. I imagine it could be that way here, too, among the Houses of Swayvill’s descendants, there being many more generations involved.”
“You have the right idea,” he said, “though I think the picture might be a bit more orderly here than it was there.”
“That’s something, anyway,” I said. “For me, I intend to pay my respects and get the hell out. Send me a postcard telling me how it gets settled.”
He laughed. He seldom laughs. I felt my wrist prickle where Frakir usually rides.
“He really doesn’t know,” he said, glancing at Suhuy.
“He’s just arrived,” Suhuy answered. “I hadn’t the time to tell him anything.”
I groped in my pocket, located a coin, withdrew it, and flipped it.
“Heads,” I announced, on inspection. “You tell me, Mandor. What’s going on?”
“You’re not next in line for the throne,” he said. It being my turn to laugh, I did.
“I already knew that,” I said. “You told me not that long ago, over dinner, how long the line was before me-if someone of my mixed blood could be considered at all.”
“Two,” he said. “Two stand before you.”
“I don’t understand,” I said. “What happened to all the others?”
“Dead,” he replied.
“Bad year for the flu?”
He gave me a nasty smile.
“There has been an unprecedented number of fatal duels and political assassinations recently.”
“Which sort dominated the field?”
“The assassinations.”
“Fascinating.”
“… And so you three are under black watch protection of the Crown, and were given into the care of your respective Houses’ security.”
“You’re serious.”
“Indeed.”
“Was this sudden thinning of the ranks a matter of many people simultaneously seeking advancement? Or was it a smaller number, removing roadblocks?”
“The Crown is uncertain.”
“When you say ‘the Crown,’ who, exactly, are you referring to, right now? Who’s making decisions in the interim?”
“Lord Bances of Amblerash,” he replied, “a distant relative and longtime friend of our late monarch.”
“I sort of recall him. Could he have an eye on the throne himself, and be behind any of the-removals?”
“The man’s a priest of the Serpent. Their vows bar them from reigning anywhere.”
“There are usually ways around vows.”
“True, but the man seems genuinely uninterested in such a thing.”
“That needn’t preclude his having a favorite, and maybe helping him along a bit. Is anybody near the throne particularly fond of his Order?”
“To my knowledge, no.”
“Which doesn’t mean someone mightn’t have cut a deal.”