The laughter ceased. Her altered voice rang out. “Lord Corwin, are you liege of Amber now?”
From somewhere, I managed a reply. “For all practical purposes,” I said.
“Good! Then behold your nemesis!”
“Who are you? What are you?”
“You will never know,” she said. “It is just exactly too late now.”
“I do not understand. What do you mean?”
“Amber,” she said, “will be destroyed.” And she vanished.
“What the hell,” said Random then, “was that?” I shook my head.
“I do not know. I really do not know. And I feel . . . that it is the most important thing in the world that we find out.”
He gripped my arm.
“Corwin,” he said. “She—it—meant it. And it may be possible, you know.”
I nodded. “I know.”
“What are we going to do now?”
I resheathed Grayswandir and turned back toward the door.
“Pick up the pieces,” I said. “I have what I thought I always wanted within my grasp now, and I must secure it. And I cannot wait for what is to come. I must seek it out and stop it before it ever reaches Amber.”
“Do you know where to seek it?” he asked.
We turned up the tunnel.
“I believe it lies at the other end of the black road,” I said.
We moved on through the cavern to the stairs where the dead man lay and went round and round above him in the dark.