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     "Or even one of us," I said then, "if any of a number of mistakes be made."
     Jasra chuckled.
     "Supposing her mother'd really been carrying on with a footman or the cook?" she remarked.
     "She's a wise daughter," I said. "At any rate, once one begins the Pattern, one may not turn back. I was obliged to instruct her as she went along. That, or be a very poor host and doubtless damage Begman-Amber relations."
     "And spoil all sorts of delicate negotiations?" she asked, half seriously.
     I'd a feeling just then that she'd welcome a digression concerning the exact nature of the Begman visit, but I wasn't biting.
     "You might say that," I said. "At any rate, she completed the Pattern, and then it took her away."
     "My late husband told me that from its center one can command the Pattern to deliver one anywhere."
     "True," I said, "but it was the nature of her command that was a bit unusual. She told the Pattern to send her wherever it wanted."
     "I'm afraid I don't understand."
     "Neither do I, but she did, and it did."
     "You mean she just said, `Send me wherever you want to send me,' and she was instantly dispatched for points unknown?"
     "You've got it."
     "That would seem to imply some sort of intelligence on the part of the Pattern."
     "Unless, of course, it was responding to an unconscious desire on her part to visit some particular locale."
     "True. I suppose there is that possibility. But have you no means of tracing her?"
     "I'd a Trump I'd done of her. When I tried it, I reached her. She seemed pent in a dark place. Then we lost touch, and that's it."
     "How long ago was this?"
     "A matter of hours by my subjective reckoning," I said. "Is this place on anything near Amber time?"
     "Close enough, I believe. Why didn't you try again?"
     "I've been somewhat occupied ever since Also, I've been casting about for some alternate way of approaching this."
     There came a clinking, rattling sound, and I smelled coffee.
     "If you're asking whether I'll help you," Jasra said, "the answer is yes. Only I don't really know how to go about it. Perhaps if you were to try her Trump again with me backing you--we might reach her."
     "All right," I said, lowering my cup and fumbling forth the cards. "Let's give it a try."
     "I will assist you also," Mandor stated, rising to his feet and coming to stand to my right.
     Jasra came over and stood to my left. I held the Trump so that we all had a clear view.
     "Let us begin," I said, and I moved forward with my mind.



Knight of Shadows
Roger Zelazny
Chapter 3
     A patch of light I had taken to be a stray sunbeam drifted from its position on the floor to a spot beside my coffee cup. It was ring-shaped, and I decided not to remark upon it since neither of the others seemed to take note of it.
     I reached after Coral and found nothing. I felt Jasra and Mandor reaching also, and I tried again, joining forces with them. Harder.
     Something?
     Something... I recalled wondering what Vialle felt when she used the Trumps. It had to be something other than the visual cues with which the rest of us were familiar. It might be something like this.
     Something.
     What I felt was a sense of Coral's presence. I regarded her form upon the card, but it would not come alive. The card itself had grown perceptibly cooler, but it was not the same ice-edged chill I normally felt on achieving communication with one of the others. I tried harder. I felt Mandor and Jasra increasing their efforts also.
     Then Coral's image on the card faded, but nothing came to replace it. I sensed her presence, however, as I regarded the void. The feeling came closest to that of attempting to make contact with someone who was asleep.
     "I cannot tell whether it's simply a difficult place to reach," Mandor began, "or--"
     "I believe she is under a spell," Jasra announced.
     "That could account for a part of it," Mandor said.
     "But only part," came a soft, familiar voice from near at hand. "There are awesome powers holding her, Dad. I've never seen anything like this before."
     "The Ghostwheel is right," Mandor said. "I'm beginning to feel it."
     "Yes," Jasra began, "there is something...."
     And suddenly the veil was pierced, and I beheld the slumped form of Coral, apparently unconscious, lying upon a dark surface in a very dark place, the only illumination coming from what seemed a circle of fire drawn about her. She couldn't have brought me through if she wanted to, and--
     "Ghost, can you take me to her?" I asked.
     Her image faded before he could reply, and I felt a cold draft. It was several seconds before I realized that it seemed to be blowing upon me from the now-icy card.
     "I don't think so, I wouldn't want to, and it may be that there is no need," he answered. "The force that holds her has become aware of your interest and even now is reaching toward you. Is there some way you can turn off that Trump?"