Later, though, when I had asked after him, no one had any idea as to his whereabouts. Brand had still been in Amber when I had departed. I lay stretched out on my bed, smoking and thinking.
I closed up shop with that hand and went home. Depends on what you want most at the moment. I mean, ask me another time and I might say one of the others. Well, maybe soaring has a little edge - in gliders, balloons, and certain variations - but mood has a lot to do with that too, you know. With me, Corwin, it's drumming, being up in the air, and gambling - in no special order. While sex heads a great number of lists, we all have other things we like to do in between. Or, easiest of all, Brand could have called Dad himself. Julian, to look better than the rest of us and to score points with Dad. Caine would have gone out of curiosity, I think. Eric and Gerard were more the heroic types and would probably have welcomed the adventure. I had decided to go looking for an assemblage of all my simple pleasures in one small nook of Shadow. Still, it was a very nice crop - silver-chased, beautifully tooled - and I made good use of it. He gave me a fancy riding crop for a going-away present - to hasten the process of affection, I suppose. I had often noticed that his fondness for me tended to increase as an inverse function of my proximity. Dad was still around, and when I noticed that he was getting into one of his grumpy moods, I decided it was time to take a walk. "Forget it, Random The reframing is out, too."Īnyway, I was here in Amber some years ago. Finding out where he was seemed of first importance. I did not ask him how he was managing it without my Trump. Drawing back the drapes, he stared out for a time. He got to his feet, stepped over the room's other occupant, and made his way to the window. "Plenty of noble Amberites around with possible motives. You will have to come the long way around." And there I was, staring at the Jack of Diamonds again, with the guy across from me not knowing whether to be mad at my long distraction or concerned that I might be having some sort of sick spell. Some sort of watch-thing, it seemed - too bright for me to make out its outline, to guess its proper size. And I remembered the presence coiled about the base of that tower. Brand there in some sort of tower - a small point of stability in that flowing scene. Rocks that glided like sailboats across the land. It was far from Amber, somewhere where the shadows go mad. Then I saw the landscape - over his shoulder, out a window, over a battlement, I can't be sure. It could have been that my subconscious - which was kind of footloose at the time - just seized on the available props out of habit.
Ordinarily, of course, we get the message empty-handed, unless we are doing the calling. I decided later that it must be our mental quirk associated with the Trumps that made me see it that way when someone was trying to reach me and I had cards in my hand - any cards. Also, I was physically strung out from a long day's gliding and not much sleep the night before. I had just finished a couple very hot sets and was still kind of high.
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