Finally, how might this affect the Pattern’s attitude toward me?
( … if you are not eaten by something bigger, come tell me your story one night.)
What the hell, I decided. It is a good day to be listed a la carte.
I opened all the channels.
It felt as if I had been jogging along at a good clip and a brick wall had suddenly appeared six inches before me.
I felt the smash and I went away.
I lay upon a smooth, cool stone surface. There was a terrible rushing of energies in my mind and body. I reached into their source and took control of them, dampening them to something that didn’t threaten to take the top of my head off. Then I opened one eye, slightly.
The sky was very blue. I saw a pair of boots, standing a few feet off, faced away from me. I recognized them as Nayda’s, and turning my head slightly, I saw that she wore them. I also saw then that Dalt lay sprawled several yards off to my left.
Nayda was breathing heavily, and my Logrus vision showed a pale red light about her vibrating hands, menacing.
Propping myself upon my left elbow and peering about her, I saw that she stood between me and the Sign of the Pattern that hovered in the air perhaps ten feet away.
When it spoke again it was the first time I’d heard it express anything like amusement: “You would protect him, against me?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Why?”
“I did it for so long that it would be a shame to fail him when he really needs it.”
“Creature of the Pit, do you know where you stand?” it asked.
“No,” she said.
I looked beyond them both at a perfectly clear blue sky. The surface upon which I lay was a level area of rock, perhaps oval in shape, opening onto nothing. A quick turning of my head showed that it seemed bitten out of a mountainside, however, several dark recesses to the rear indicating the possibility of caves. I saw, too, that Coral lay behind me. Our stony shelf was several hundred meters wide. And there was movement beyond Nayda and the Sign of the Pattern. Luke had just hauled himself up into a kneeling position.
I could have answered the question put to Nayda, but there was no percentage in my doing so. Not when she was doing such a fine job of holding our captor’s attention and providing a crucial respite.
To my left, I saw gold-pink swirls within the stone, and though I had never been here I recalled the description from my father’s story and knew this to be the place of the primal Pattern, the deeper level of reality that underlay Amber itself.
I rolled onto all fours then, and crawled a few steps, seaward, Patternward.
“You are at the other end of the universe, ty’iga, in the place of my greatest power.”
Dalt groaned and rolled over, sat up, massaged his eyes with the palms of his hands.
I could feel something like a vibration just at the edge of hearing coming from Nayda now, and her entire form had taken on that reddish glow. I knew that she would die if she attacked the Sign, and I realized that I would attack it myself if it killed her.
I heard a moan from Coral.
“You will not hurt my friends,” Nayda said.
I wondered then at its slapping me down before I could use the spikard, and transporting us immediately to its stronghold. Did this mean I might actually have had a chance against it, out there in Logrus territory where it was weakened?
“Creature of the Pit,” it told her, “such a doomed, pathetic gesture as yours verges on the heroic. I feel a certain fondness for you. Would that I had such a friend. No, I will not harm your companions. But I must detain Coral and Merlin here as power counters, and the rest of you for political reasons, until this dispute with my adversary is settled.”
“Detain?” she said. “Here?”
“There are comfortable quarters within the rock,” it said.