I saw her to the door and let her out.
It was good to get my boots off. It was Ear better to soak, fox a long, warm time.
Later, in fresh-conjured attire, I made my way downstairs and located a side door that let of the kitchen onto the patio. Vinta, also scrubbed and refitted, in brown riding pants and a loose tan blouse, sat beside a table at the east end of the patio. Two places were set upon it, and I saw a coffeepot and a tray of fruit and cheeses. I crossed over, leaves crunching beneath my feet, and sat down.
“Did you find everything to your satisfaction?” she asked me.
“Entirely,” I replied.
“And you've notified Amber of your whereabouts?”
I nodded. Random had been a bit irritated at my taking off without letting him know, but then he had never told me not to. He was less irritated, however, when he Teamed that I hadn't gone all that far, and he even acknowledged finally that perhaps I had done a prudent thing in disappearing following such a peculiar attack. “Keep your eyes open and keep me posted,” were his final words.
“Good. Coffee?”
“Please.”
She poured and gestured toward the tray. I took an apple and took a bite.
“Things have begun happening,” she said ambiguously, as she filled her own cup.
“I can't deny it,” I acknowledged.
“And your troubles have been manifold.”
“True.”
She took a sip of coffee. “Would you care to tell me about them?” she finally said.
“They're a little too manifold,” I replied. “You said something last night about your story being a long one, too.”
She smiled faintly. “You must feel you have no reason to trust me more than necessary at this point,” she said. “I can see that. Why trust anyone you don't have to when something dangerous is afoot, something you do not completely understand? Right?”
“It does strike me as a sound policy.”
“Yet I assure you that your welfare is of the highest concern to me.”
“Do you think I may represent a means of getting at Caine's killer?”
“Yes,” she said, “and insofar as they may become your killers I would like to get at them.”
“Are you trying to tell me that revenge is not your main objective?”
“That's right. I would rather protect the living than avenge the dead.”
“But that part becomes academic if it's the same individual in both cases. Do you think it is?”
“I am not certain,” she said, “that it was Luke who sent those men after you last night.”
I placed my apple beside my cup and took a long drink of coffee. “Luke?” I said.
“Luke who? What do you know of any Luke?”
“Lucas Raynard,” she said steadily, “who trained a band of mercenaries in the Pecos Wilderness in northern New Mexico, issued them supplies of a special ammunition that will detonate in Amber, and sent them all home with it to await his orders to muster and be transported here-to attempt something your father once tried years ago.”
“Holy shit!” I said.
That would explain a lot – like Luke's showing up in fatigues back at the Hilton in Santa Fe, with his story about liking to hike around in the Pecos, with that round of peculiar ammunition I'd found in his pocket; and all the other trips he'd been making there-more, actually, than seemed absolutely necessary on his sales route... That angle had never occurred to me, but it made a lot of sense in light of everything I'd since Teamed.
“Okay,” I acknowledged, “I guess you know Luke Raynard. Mind telling me how you came by this?”
“Yes.”
“Yes?
“Yes, I mind. I'm afraid I'm going to have to play this game your way and trade you information a piece at a time. Now that I think of it, it will probably make me feel more comfortable too. How does that sound to you?”
“Either one of us can call it quits at any time?”
“Which stops the trading, unless we can negotiate it.”
“All right.”
“So you owe me one. You just returned to Amber the other day. Where had you been?”
I sighed and took another bite of the apple. “You're fishing;” I said finally. “That's a big question. I've been to a lot of places. It all depends on how far back you want to go.”
“Let's take it from Meg Devlin's apartment to yesterday,” she said.
I choked on a piece of apple. “Okay, you've made the point-you have some damn good sources of information;” I observed. “But it has to be Fiona for that one. You're in league with her some way, aren't you?”
“It's not your turn for a question,” she said. “You haven't answered mine yet.”
“Okay, Fi and I came back to Amber after I left Meg's place. The next day Random sent me on a mission, to turn off a machine I'd built called Ghostwheel. I failed in this but I ran into Luke along the way. He actually helped me out of a tight spot. Then, following a misunderstanding with my creation, I used a strange Trump to take both Luke and myself to safety. Luke subsequently imprisoned me in a crystal cave—”
“Aha!” she said.
“I should stop there?”
“No, go on.”
“I was a prisoner for a month or so, though it amounted to only a few days, Amber time. I was released by a couple of fellows working for a lady named Jasra, had an altercation with them and with the lady herself and trumped out to San Francisco, to Flora's place. There, I revisited an apartment where a murder had occurred—”
“Julia's place?”
“Yes. In it, I discovered a magical gateway which I was able to force open. I passed through it to a place called the Keep of the Four Worlds. A battle was in progress there, the attackers probably being led by a fellow named Dalt, of some small notoriety hereabouts at one time. Later, I was pursued by a magical whirlwind and called names by a masked wizard. I trumped out and came home-yesterday.”
“And that's everything?”
“In capsule form, yes.”
“Are you leaving out anything?”
“Sure. For instance, there was a Dweller on the threshold of the gateway, but I was able to get by.”
“No, that's part of the package. Anything else?”
“Mm. Yes, there were two peculiar communications, ending in flowers.”
“Tell me about them.”
So I did.
She shook her head when I'd finished. “You've got me there,” she said.
I finished my coffee and the apple. She refilled my cup.
“Now it's my turn,” I said. “What did you mean by that `Aha!' when I mentioned the crystal cave?”
“It was blue crystal, wasn't it? And it blocked your powers.”
“How'd you know?”
“It was the color of the stone in the ring you took from that man last night.”
“Yes.”
She got to her feet and moved around the table, stood a moment, then pointed to the vicinity of my left hip.
“Would you empty that pocket onto the table, please?”
I smiled. “Sure. How'd you know?”
She didn't answer that one, but then it was a different question. I removed the assortment of blue stones from my pocket-the chips from the cave, the carved button I'd snatcher, the ring-and placed them upon the table.
She picked up the button, studied it, then nodded.
“Yes, that's one also;” she stated.
“One what?”
She ignored the query and dipped her right forefinger into a bit of spilled coffee within her saucer. She then used it to trace three circles around the massed stones, widdershins. Then she nodded again and returned to her seat. I'd summoned the vision in time to see her build a cage of force about them. Now, as I continued to watch, it seemed as if they were exhaling faint wisps of blue smoke that remained within the circle.