His control began to slip and my frenzy increased. I bore down upon him and his hold upon me began to slacken.
Finally, “You devil!” he cried, and moved his band to cover the card that he held.
The contact was broken, and I stood there shaking.
I had done it. I had bested him in a contest of wills. No longer would I fear my tyrant brother in any form of single combat. I was stronger than he.
I sucked in several deep breaths and stood erect, ready for the moment the coldness of a new mental attack occurred. I knew that it wouldn‘t, though, not from Eric. I sense that he feared my fury.
I looked about me and there was fighting. There was already blood on the decks. A ship had come alongside us and we were being boarded. Another vessel was attempting the same maneuver on the opposite side. A bolt whistled by my head.
I drew my blade and leaped into the fray.
I don‘t know how many I slew that day. I lost count somewhere after number twelve or thirteen. It was more than twice that, on that engagement alone, though. The strength with which a prince of Amber is naturally endowed, which had allowed me to lift a Mercedes, served me that day, so that I could raise a man with one hand and hurl him over the rail.
We slew everyone aboard both boarding ships and opened their hatches and sent them down to Rebma where Random would be amused by the carnage. My crew had been cut in half in the battle, and I had suffered innumerable nicks and scratches but nothing serious. We went to the aid of a sister vessel and knocked off another of Caine‘s raiders.
The survivors of the rescued vessel came aboard the flagship and I had a full crew once more.
“Blood!” I called out. “Give me blood and vengeance this day, my warriors, and you will be remembered in Amber forever!”
And as a man. they raised their weapons and cried out, “Blood!” And gallons—no, rivers—of it were let that day. We destroyed two more of Caine‘s raiders, replenishing our numbers from those of the survivors of our own fleet. As we headed toward a sixth, I climbed the mainmast and tried to take a quick count.
We looked to be outnumbered three to one. There seemed to be between forty-five and fifty-five remaining of my fleet.
We took the sixth, and we didn‘t have to look for the seventh and the eighth. They came to us. We took them too, but I received several wounds in the fighting that again left me with half a crew. My left shoulder and my right thigh had been cut deeply, and a slash along my right hip was hurting.
As we sent those ships to the bottom, two more moved toward us,
We fled and gained an ally in one of my own ships which had been victorious in its own recent battle. We combined crews once more, this time transferring the standard to the other vessel, which had been less damaged than my own, which had begun shipping water badly and was beginning to list to starboard.
We were allowed no breathing space, as another vessel neared and the men attempted to board.
My men were tired, and I was getting that way. Fortunately the other crew wasn‘t in such great shape either. Before the second of Caine‘s vessels came to its aid, we had overwhelmed it, boarded, and transferred the standard again. That ship had been in even better shape.
We took the next and I was left with a good ship, forty men, and gasping.
There was no one in sight to come to our aid now. All of my surviving ships were engaged by at least one of Caine‘s. A raider was heading toward us and we fled.
We gained perhaps twenty minutes this way. I tried to sail into Shadow, but it‘s a hard, slow thing that near to Amber. It‘s much easier to get this close than it is to depart, because Amber is the center, the nexus. If I‘d had another ten minutes, I could have made it.