“Tell it to the Logrus,” I said.
A look of fear-the widening of the eyes, the shifting of the gaze downward, a small forward tightening of the shoulders-then, “You really do have an understanding with it, don’t you?” he asked.
“There seems to be an understanding, but it only works one way,” I said.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not about to help either side wreck our world.”
“Sounds like you’re prepared to double-cross the Logrus.”
I raised a finger to my lips.
“It must be your Amber blood,” he said then. “I’ve been told they’re all a little crazy.”
“Maybe so,” I said.
“Sounds like something your father would do.”
“What do you know of him?”
“You know, everybody has a favorite Amber story.”
“Nobody around here ever told any to me.”
“Of course not-considering.”
“Me being a half breed and all?” I said.
He shrugged. Then, “Well, yes.”
I pulled on my boots.
“Whatever you’re doing with that new Pattern,” he said, “it probably won’t make the old one too happy.”
“Doubtless you’re right,” I agreed.
“So you won’t be able to run to it for protection if the Logrus is after you.”
“I guess not.”
“… And if they’re both after you, the new one won’t be able to stand against them.”
“You think they’d really get together on anything?”
“Hard to say. You’re playing a wild game. I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“Me, too,” I said, rising. “My turn.”
I unwound the spikard at a level I’d never attempted before, and I got us there in a single jump.
Luke and Rinaldo were still talking. I could tell them apart by their garments. Corwin was nowhere in sight. Both waved as we made our appearance.
“How’s everything in the Courts?” Luke asked.
“Chaotic,” Jurt replied. “How long have we been away?”
“Six hours, I’d guess,” Rinaldo replied.
“No sign of Corwin?” I asked.
“No,” Luke said. “But in the meantime, we’ve worked out a deal with each other-and Rinaldo’s been in touch with the Pattern here. It will release him and continue his maintenance as soon as Corwin returns.”
“Regarding that …” Jurt said.
“Yes?” Rinaldo asked. ‘“
“I’ll stay here and cover for Rinaldo while you go find the lady with the glass eye.”
“Why?” Rinaldo asked.
“Because you’ll do a better job together and I’ll feel a lot safer here than I would most other places.”
“I’d have to see whether that’s acceptable,” Rinaldo said.
“Do it,” said Jurt.
He moved off toward the Pattern. I searched the fog in all directions, hoping to see my father returning. Jurt studied the car, its radio now playing a Bruce Dunlap number from “Los Animales.”
“If your father comes back and relieves me,” Jurt said, “I’ll return to the funeral and make excuses for you if you’re not there. If you get back and I’m not there, you do the same. All right?”
“Yes,” I said, wisps of mist rising like smoke between us. “And whichever of us is free first and has something worth saying …”
“Yes,” he agreed. “I’ll come looking if you don’t get to me.”
“Didn’t happen to pick up my sword while you were back in the Courts, did you?” Luke asked.
“Didn’t have time,” Jurt replied.
“Next time you’re back, I wish you’d make time.”
“I will, I will,” Jurt said.
Rinaldo moved away from the Pattern, returned to us. “You’re hired,” he said to Jurt. “Come with me. There’s a spring I want to show you, and a store of food, some weapons.”
Luke turned and watched them move off to our left.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly, “but I still don’t trust him.”
“Don’t be sorry. I don’t either. I’ve known him too long. But we have better reasons for trusting each other now than we’ve had for a long time.”
“I’m wondering whether it was wise to let him know where this Pattern is, and now to leave him alone with it.”
“I’m pretty sure the Pattern knows what it’s doing, and that it can take care of itself.”
He raised a pair of crossed fingers.
“I’d’ve argued against it,” he said, “save that I need my double.”