"Zelazny, Roger - Amber 02 - Guns Of Avalon" - читать интересную книгу автора (Zelazny Roger)

I wondered what his attitude would have been had he known of my responsibility, when it came down to basics, for the raids. For that matter, I suppose, I was also responsible for the loss of his arm. I preferred to push things one step farther back, however, and hold Eric responsible. After all, it was his action that had prompted my curse.
Still, I hoped that Benedict would never find out.
I wanted very badly to know where he stood with respect to Eric. Would he support him, throw his weight behind me, or just stay out of the way when I made my move? Conversely, I was certain that he wondered whether my ambitions were dead or still smoldering--and if the latter, what my plans were for stoking them. So...
Who was going to raise the matter?
I took several good puffs on my pipe, finished my wine, poured some more, puffed again. I listened to the sounds of the camp, the wind, my stomach...
Benedict took a sip of wine.
Then, "What are your long-range plans?" he asked me, almost casually.
I could say that I had not made up my mind yet, that I was simply happy to be free, alive, seeing.... I could tell him that that was enough for me, for now, that I had no special plans....
...And he would know that I lied in my teeth. For he knew me better than that.
So, "You know what my plans are," I said.
"If you were to ask for my support," he said, "I would deny it. Amber is in bad enough shape without another power grab."
"Eric is a usurper."
"I choose to look upon him as regent only. At this time, any of us who claims the throne is guilty of usurpation."
"Then you believe Dad still lives?"
"Yes. Alive and distressed. He has made several attempts to communicate."
I succeeded in keeping my face from showing anything. So I was not the only one, then. To reveal my experiences at this point would sound hypocritical, opportunistic, or a flat lie--since in our seeming contact of five years ago he had given me the go-ahead to take the throne. Of course, he could have been referring to a regency then....
"You did not lend support to Eric when he took the throne," I said. "Would you give it to him now that he holds it, if an attempt were made to unseat him?"
"It is as I said," he told me. "I look upon him as regent. I do not say that I approve of this, but I desire no further strife in Amber."
"Then you would support him?"
"I have said all that I have to say on the matter. You are welcome to visit my Avalon, but not to use it as a staging area for an invasion of Amber. Does that clarify matters with respect to anything you may have in mind?"
"It clarifies matters," I said.
"This being the case, do you still wish to visit here?"
"I do not know," I said. "Does your desire to avoid strife in Amber work both ways?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that if I were returned to Amber against my will, I would damn well create as much strife as I could to prevent a recurrence of my previous situation."
The lines went out of his face and he slowly lowered his eyes.
"I did not mean to imply that I would betray you. Do you think that I am without feelings, Corwin? I would not see you imprisoned again, blinded--or worse. You are always welcome to visit here, and you may leave your fears along with your ambitions at the border."
"Then I would still like to visit," I said. "I have no army, nor did I come here to recruit one."
"Then you know that you are most welcome."
"Thank you, Benedict. While I did not expect to find you here, I am glad that I did."
He reddened faintly and nodded.
"It pleases me, also," he said. "Am I the first of us you have seen--since your escape?"
I nodded.
"Yes, and I am curious as to how everyone is faring. Any major reports?"
"No new deaths," he said.
We both chuckled, and I knew that I would have to turn up the family gossip on my own. It had been worth the attempt, though.
"I am planning on remaining in the field for a time," he said, "and continuing my patrols until I am satisfied that none of the invaders remain. It could be another week before we withdraw."
"Oh? Then it was not a total victory?"
"I believe that it was, but I never take unnecessary chances. It is worth a little more time to be certain."
"Prudent," I said, nodding.
"...So unless you have a strong desire to remain here in camp, I see no reason why you should not proceed on toward town and get near the center of things. I maintain several residences about Avalon. I have in mind for your use a small manor house that I have found pleasant. It is not far from town."
"I look forward to seeing it."
"I will provide you with a map and a letter to my steward in the morning."
"Thank you, Benedict."
"I will join you there as soon as I have finished here," he said, "and in the meantime, I have messengers passing that way daily. I will keep in touch with you through them."
"Very good."
"Then find yourselves a comfortable piece of ground," he said. "You'll not miss the breakfast call, I'm sure."
"I seldom do," I said. "Is it all right if we sleep at that spot where we left our gear?"
"Certainly," he said, and we finished the wine.
As we left his tent, I seized the flap up high when I opened it and was able to squeeze it several inches to the side when I cast it before me. Benedict bade us good night and turned away as he let it fall, not noticing the gap of several inches that I had created along its one side.