“It makes sense,” I said.
“I’m not finished.”
“Oh?”
She smiled and ate a few more bites, to keep me wondering. Finally, “He came to you for a reason,” she continued. “He could have crawled off to any of a number of places to lick his wounds. But he came to you because he wants something. He’s gambling, but it’s a calculated thing. Don’t go for it, Merle. You don’t owe him anything.”
“I don’t know why you think me incapable of taking care of myself,” I replied.
“I never said that,” she responded. “But some decisions are finely balanced things. A little extra weight this way or that sometimes makes the difference. You know Luke, but so do I. This is not a time to be giving him any breaks.”
“You have a point there,” I said.
“So you have decided to give him what he wants!”
I smiled and drank some coffee. “Hell, he hasn’t been conscious long enough to give me the pitch,” I said. “I’ve thought of these things, and I want to know what he’s got in mind too.”
“I never said you shouldn’t find out as much as you can. I just wanted to remind you that talking with Luke can sometimes be like conversing with a dragon.”
“Yeah,” I acknowledged. “I know.”
“And the longer you wait the harder it’s going to be,” she added.
I took a gulp of coffee; then, “Did you like him?” I asked.
“Like?” she said. “Yes, I did. And I still do. That is not material at this point, though.”
“I don’t know about that,” I said.
“What do you mean?”
“You wouldn’t harm him without good reason.”
“No, I wouldn’t.”
“He is no threat to me at the moment.”
“He does not seem to be.”
“Supposing I were to leave him here in your care while I went off to Amber to walk the Pattern and to prepare them for the news?”
She shook her head vigorously. “No,” she stated. “I will not — I cannot — take that responsibility at this time.”
“Why not?”
She hesitated.
“And please don’t say again that you cannot tell me,” I went on. “Find a way to tell me as much as you can.”
She spoke slowly then, as if choosing her words very carefully. “Because it is more important for me to watch you than Luke. There is still danger for you which I do not understand, even though it no longer seems to be proceeding from him. Guarding you against this unknown peril is of higher priority than keeping an eye on him. Therefore, I cannot remain here. If you are returning to Amber, so am I.”
“I appreciate your concern,” I said, “but I will not have you dogging my footsteps.”
“Neither of us has a choice.”
“Supposing I simply trump out of here to some distant shadow?”
“I will be obliged to follow you.”
“In this form, or another?”
She looked away. She poked at her food.
“You’ve already admitted that you can be other persons. You locate me in some arcane Fashion, then you take possession of someone in my vicinity.”
She took a drink of coffee.
“Perhaps something prevents you from saying it,” I continued, “but that’s the case. I know it.”
She nodded once, curtly, and resumed eating.
“Supposing I did trump out right now,” I said, “and you followed after in your peculiar fashion.” I thought back to my telephone conversations with Meg Devlin and Mrs. Hansen. “Then the real Vinta Bayle would wake up in her own body with a gap in her memory, right?”
“Yes,” she answered softly.
“And that would leave Luke here in the company of a woman who would be happy to destroy him if she had any inkling who he really is.”
She smiled faintly. “Just so,” she said.
We ate in silence for a time. She had attempted to foreclose all my choices, to force me to trump back to Amber and take Luke with me. I do not like being manipulated or coerced. My reflexive attempt to do something other than what is desired of me then feels forced also.
I refilled our coffee cups when I had finished eating. I regarded a collection of dog portraits that hung on the wall across from me. I sipped and savored. I did not speak because I could think of nothing further to say.
Finally, she did. “So what are you going to do?” she asked me.
I finished my coffee and rose. “I am going to take Luke his stick,” I said.
I pushed my chair back into place and headed for the corner of the room where I had leaned the stick.
“And then?” she said. “What will you do?”
I glanced back at her as I hefted the staff. She sat very erect, her hands palms down on the table. The Nemesis look overlay her features once again, and I could almost feel electricity in the air.
“Whatever I must,” I replied, and I headed for the door.
I increased my pace as soon as I was out of sight. When I hit the stairs and saw that she was not following, I took the steps two at a time. On the way up, I withdrew my cards and located the proper one.
When I entered the room I saw that Luke was resting, his back against the bed’s pillows. His breakfast tray was on the smaller chair, beside the bed. I dropped the latch on the door.
“What’s the matter, man? We under attack or something?” Luke asked.
“Start getting up,” I said.
I picked up his weapon then and crossed to the bed. I gave him a hand sitting up, thrust the staff and the blade at him.
“My hand has been forced,” I said, “and I’m not about to turn you over to Random.”
“That’s a comfort,” he observed.
“But we have to clear out — now.”
“That’s all right by me.”
He leaned on the staff, got slowly to his feet. I heard a noise in the hall, but it was already too late. I’d raised the card and was concentrating. There came a pounding on the door.
“You’re up to something and I think it’s the wrong thing,” Vinta called out.
I did not reply. The vision was already coming clear.
The doorframe splintered from the force of a tremendous kick, and the latch was torn loose. There was a look of apprehension on Luke’s face as I reached out and took hold of his arm.
“Come on,” I said.
Vinta burst into the room as I led Luke forward, her eyes flashing, her hands extended, reaching. Her cry of “Fool!” seemed to change into a wail as she was washed by the spectrum, rippled and faded.
We stood in a patch of grass, and Luke let out a deep breath he had been holding.
“You believe in cutting things close, buddy — boy,” he remarked, and then he looked around and recognized the place.
He smiled crookedly.
“What do you know,” he said. “A crystal cave.”
“From my own experience,” I said, “the time flow here should be about what you were asking for.”
He nodded and we began moving slowly toward the high blue hill. “Still plenty of rations,” I added, “and the sleeping bag should be where I left it.”
“It will serve,” he acknowledged.
He halted, panting, before we reached the foot. I saw his gaze drift toward a number of strewn bones off to our left. It would have been months since the pair who had removed the boulder had fallen there, long enough for scavengers to have done a thorough job. Luke shrugged, advanced a little, leaned against blue stone. He lowered himself slowly into a sitting position.