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ment　in　Brand's　predicament。　I　also　could　not　help　but　give　some　thought　to　the　possibility　of　his　having　a　hand　in　Dad's　disappearance。　That　would　have　taken　some　doing　and　have　required　a　really　foolproof　trap。　But　the　more　I　thought　of　it；　the　less　I　was　willing　to　put　it　past　him。　I　even　dredged　up　some　old　speculations　as　to　his　part　in　your　own　passing；　Corwin。　But；　offhand；　I　could　not　think　of　a　single　thing　to　do　about　any　of　it。　Go　along　with　it；　I　figured；　if　that's　where　the　power　was。　Stay　in　his　good　graces。
　Still。。。　One　should　always　get　more　than　one　angle　on　a　story。　I　tried　to　make　up　my　mind　as　to　who　would　give　me　a　good　one。　While　I　was　thinking　along　these　lines；　something　caught　my　eye　as　I　glanced　back　and　up；　appreciating　anew　the　heights　from　which　I　had　not　quite　descended。
　There　were　a　number　of　riders　up　near　the　top。　They　had　apparently　traversed　the　same　trail　I　had　taken。　I　could　not　get　an　exact　nose　count；　but　it　seemed　suspiciously　close　to　a　dozen　…　a　fairly　sizable　group　to　be　out　riding　at　just　that　place　and　time。　As　I　saw　that　they　were　proceeding　on　down　the　same　way　that　I　had　e；　I　had　a　prickly　feeling　along　the　base　of　my　neck。　What　if。。。？　What　if　they　were　the　same　guys？　Because　I　felt　that　they　were。
　Individually；　they　were　no　match　for　me。　Even　a　couple　of　them　together　had　not　made　that　great　a　showing。　That　was　not　it。　The　real　chiller　was　that　if　that's　who　it　was；　then　we　were　not　alone　in　our　ability　to　manipulate　Shadow　in　a　very　sophisticated　fashion。　It　meant　that　someone　else　was　capable　of　a　stunt　that　for　all　my　life　I　had　thought　to　be　the　sole　property　of　our　family。　Add　to　this　the　fact　that　they　were　Brand's　wardens；　and　their　designs　on　the　family　…　at　least　part　of　it　…　did　not　look　all　that　clement。　I　perspired　suddenly　at　the　notion　of　enemies　who　could　match　our　greatest　power。
　Of　course；　they　were　too　far　off　for　me　to　really　know　just　then　whether　that　was　truly　who　it　was。　But　you　have　to　explore　every　contingency　if　you　want　to　keep　winning　the　survival　game。　Could　Eric　have　found　or　trained　or　created　some　special　beings　to　serve　him　in　this　particular　capacity？　Along　with　you　and　Eric；　Brand　had　one　of　the　firmest　claims　on　the　succession。。。　not　to　take　anything　away　from　your　case；　damn　it！　Hell！　You　know　what　I　mean。　I　have　to　talk　about　it　to　show　you　how　I　was　thinking　at　the　time。　That's　all。　So；　Brand　had　had　the　basis　for　a　pretty　good　claim　if　he　had　been　in　a　position　to　press　it。　You　being　out　of　the　picture；　he　was　Eric's　chief　rival　when　it　came　to　adding　a　legal　touch　to　things。　Putting　that　together　with　his　plight　and　the　ability　of　those　guys　to　traverse　Shadow；　Eric　came　to　look　a　lot　more　sinister　to　me。　I　was　more　scared　by　that　thought　than　I　was　by　the　riders　themselves；　though　they　did　not　exactly　fill　me　with　delight。　I　decided　that　I　had　better　do　several　things　quickly：　talk　to　someone　else　in　Amber；　and　have　him　take　me　through　the　Trump。
　Okay；　I　decided　quickly。　Gerard　seemed　the　safest　choice。　He　is　reasonably　open；　neutral。　Honest　about　most　things。　And　from　what　Julian　had　said；　Gerard's　role　in　the　whole　business　seemed　kind　of　passive。　That　is；　he　was　not　going　to　resist　Eric's　move　actively。　He　would　not　want　to　cause　a　lot　of　trouble。　Didn't　mean　he　approved。　He　was　probably　just　being　safe　and　conservative　old　Gerard。　That　decided；　I　reached　for　my　deck　of　Trumps　and　almost　howled。　They　were　gone。
　I　searched　every　pocket　in　every　garment　about　me。　I　had　taken　them　along　when　I'd　left　Texorami。　I　could　have　lost　them　at　any　point　in　the　previous　days　action。　I　had　certainly　been　battered　and　thrown　about　a　lot。　And　it　had　been　a　great　day　for　losing　things。　I　posed　a　plicated　litany　of　curses　and　dug　my　heels　into　the　horse's　sides。　I　was　going　to　have　to　move　fast　and　think　faster　now。　The　first　thing　would　be　to　get　into　a　nice；　crowded；　civilized　place　where　an　assassin　of　the　more　primitive　sort　would　be　at　a　disadvantage。
　As　I　hurried　downhill；　heading　for　one　of　the　roads；　I　worked　with　the　stuff　of　Shadow　…　quite　subtly　this　time；　using　every　bit　of　skill　I　could　muster。　There　were　just　two　things　I　desired　at　the　moment：　a　final　assault　on　my　possible　trackers　and　a　fast　path　to　a　place　of　sanctuary。
　The　world　shimmered　and　did　a　final　jig；　being　the　California　I　had　been　seeking。　A　rasping；　growling　noise　reached　my　ears；　for　the　final　touch　I　had　intended。　Looking　back；　I　saw　a　section　of　cliff　face　e　loose；　almost　in　slow　motion；　and　slide　directly　toward　the　horsemen。　A　while　later；　I　had　dismounted　and　was　walking　in　the　direction　of　the　road；　my　garments　even　fresher　and　of　better　quality。　I　was　uncertain　as　to　the　time　of　year；　and　I　wondered　what　the　weather　was　like　in　New　York。
　Before　very　long；　the　bus　that　I　had　anticipated　approached　and　I　flagged　it　down。　I　located　a　window　seat；　smoked　for　a　while；　and　watched　the　countryside。　After　a　time；　I　dozed。
　I　did　not　wake　until　early　afternoon；　when　we　pulled　into　a　terminal。　I　was　ravenous　by　then；　and　decided　I　had　better　have　something　to　eat　before　getting　a　cab　to　the　airport。　So　I　bought　three　cheeseburgers　and　a　couple　of　malts　with　a　few　of　my　quondam　Texorami　greenbacks。　Getting　served　and　eating　took　me　maybe　twenty　minutes。　Leaving　the　snack　bar；　I　saw　that　there　were　a　number　of　taxis　standing　idle　at　the　stand　out　front。　Before　I　picked　one　up；　though；　I　decided　to　make　an　important　stop　in　the　men's　room。
　At　the　very　damnedest　moment　you　can　think　of；　six　stalls　flew　open　behind　my　back　and　their　occupants　rushed　me。　There　was　no　mistaking　the　spurs　on　the　backs　of　their　hands；　the　oversized　jaws；　the　smoldering　eyes。　Not　only　had　they　caught　up　with　me；　they　were　now　clad　in　the　same　acceptable　garb　as　anyone　else　in　the　neighborhood。　Gone　were　any　remaining　doubts　as　to　their　power　over　Shadow。
　Fortunately；　one　of　them　was　faster　than　the　others。　Also；　perhaps　because　of　my　size；　they　still　might　not　have　been　fully　aware　of　my　strength。　I　seized　that　first　one　high　up　on　the　arm；　avoiding　those　hand　bayonets　he　sported；　pulled　him　over　in　front　of　me；　picked　him　up；　and　threw　him　at　the　others。　Then　I　just　turned　and　ran。　I　broke　the　door　on　the　way　out。　I　didn't　even　pause　to　zip　up　until　I　was　in　a　taxi　and　had　the　driver　burning　rubber。
　Enough。　It　was　no　longer　simple　sanctuary　that　I　had　in　mind。　I　wanted　to　get　hold　of　a　set　of　Trumps　and　tell　someone　else　in　the　family　about　those　guys。　If　they　were　Eric's　creatures；　the　others　ought　to　be　made　aware　of　them。　If　they　were　not；　then　Eric　ought　to　be　told；　too。　If　they　could　make　their　way　through　Shadow　like　that；　perhaps　others　could；　also。　Whatever　they　represented　might　one　day　constitute　a　threat　to　Amber　herself。　Supposing　…　just　supposing　…　that　no　one　back　home　was　involved？　What　if　Dad　and　Brand　were　the　victims　of　a　totally　unsuspected　enemy？　Then　there　was　something　big　and　menacing　afoot；　and　I　had　stepped　right　into　it。　That　would　be　an　excellent　reason　for　their　hounding　me　this　thoroughly。　They　would　want　me　pretty　badly。　My　mind　ran　wild。　They　might　even　be　harrying　me　toward　some　sort　of　a　trap。　No　need　for　the　visible　ones　to　be　the　only　ones　about。
　I　brought　my　emotions　to　heel。　One　by　one；　you　must　deal　with　those　things　that　e　to　hand；　I　told　myself。　That　is　all。　Divorce　the　feelings　from　the　speculations；　or　at　least　provide　for　separate　maintenance。　This　is　sister　Flora's　shadow。　She　lives　on　the　other　edge　of　the　continent　in　a　place　called　Westchester。　Get　to　a　phone；　get　hold　of　information；　and　call　her。　Tell　her　it　is　urgent　and　ask　for　sanctuary。　She　can't　refuse　you　that；　even　if　she　does　hate　your　guts。　Then　jump　a　jet　and　get　the　hell　over　there。　Speculate　on　the　way　if　you　want；　but　keep　cool　now。
　So　I　telephoned　from　the　airport　and　you　answered　it；　Corwin。　That　was　the　variable　that　broke　all　the　possible　equations　I　had　been　juggling　…　you　suddenly　showing　up　at　that　time；　that　place；　that　point　in　events。　I　grabbed　for　it　when　you　offered　me　protection；　and　not　just　because　I　wanted　protection。　I　could　probably　have　taken　those　six　guys　out　by　myself。　But　that　was　no　longer　it。　I　thought　they　were　yours。　I　figured　you　had　been　lying　low　all　along；　waiting　for　the　right　moment　to　move　in。　Now；　I　thought；　you　were　ready。　This　explains　everything。　You　had　taken　out　Brand　and　you　were　about　to　use　your　Shadow…walking　zombies　for　purposes　of　going　back　and　catching　Eric　with　his　pants　down。　I　wanted　to　be　on　your　side　because　I　hated　Eric　and　because　I　knew　you　were　a　careful　planner　and　you　usually　get　what　you　go　after。　I　mentioned　the　pursuit　by　guys　out　of　Shadow　to　see　what　you　would　say。　The　fact　that　you　said　nothing　didn't　really　prove　anything；　though。　Either　you　were　being　cagey；　I　figured；　or　you　had　no　way　of　knowing　where　I　had　been。　I　also　thought　of　the　possibility　of　walking　into　a　trap　of　your　devising；　but　I　was　already　in　trouble　and　did　not　see　that　I　was　so　important　to　the　balance　of　power　that　you　would　want　to　dispose　of　me。　Especially　if　I　offered　my　support；　which　I　was　quite　willing　to　do。　So　I　flew　on　out。　And　damned　if　those　six　didn't　board　later　and　follow　me。　Is　he　giving　me　an　escort？　I　wondered。　Better　not　start　making　more　assumptions。　I　shook　them　again　when　we　landed；　and　headed　for　Flora's　place。　Then　I　acted　as　if　none　of　my　guesses　had　occurred；　waiting　to　see　what　you　would　do。　When　you　helped　me　dispose　of　the　guys；　I　was　really　puzzled。　Were　you　genuinely　surprised；　or　was　it　a　put…on；　with　you　sacrificing　a　few　of　the　troops　to　keep　me　ignorant　of　something？　All　right；　I　decided；　be　ignorant；　cooperate；　see　what　he　has　in　mind。　I　was　a　perfect　setup　for　that　act　you　pulled　to　cover　the　condition　of　your　memory。　When　I　did　learn　the　truth；　it　was　simply　too　late。　We　were　headed　for　Rebma　and　none　of　this　would　have　meant　anything　to　you。　Later；　I　didn't　care　to　tell　Eric　anything　after　his　coronation。　I　was　his　prisoner　then　and　not　exactly　kindly　disposed　toward　him。　It　even　occurred　to　me　that　my　information　might　be　worth　something　one　day　…　at　least；　my　freedom　again　…　if　that　threat　ever　materialized。　As　for　Brand；　I　doubt　anyone　would　have　believed　me；　and　even　if　someone　did；　I