So we were taking the hardest route, the walk through Shadow, for our invasion of Amber itself. Anyone knowing this and possessing the power could interpose obstacles. Eric had done so, and now we faced them as we died. What would come of this? No one knew.
But if Eric were crowned king, it would be reflected and shadowed everywhere.
All the surviving brothers, we princes of Amber, I am sure, felt it much better, each in his own simple way, personally to achieve this status and thereafter let the Shadows fall where they might.
We passed ghost fleets, the ships of Gerard, as we sailed-the Flying Dutchmen of this world-that world, and we knew we were coming near. I used them as reference points.
On the eighth day of our voyaging we were near to Amber. That is when the storm broke.
The sea turned dark, the clouds collected overhead, and the sails grew slack within the still that followed. The sun hid its face-an enormous blue one-and I felt that Eric had found us at last.
Then the winds arose, and-if you'll excuse the expression-broke-upon the vessel I rode.
We were tempest-tossed and storm-torn, as the poets say. or said. My guts felt loose and watery as the first billows hit us. We were hurled from side to side like dice in a giant's hand. We were swept over the waters of the sea and the waters from the sky. The sky turned black, and there was sleet mixed in with the glassy bell ropes that pulled the thunder. Everyone, I'm sure, cried out. I know I did. I pulled my way along the shifting deck to seize the abandoned wheel. I strapped myself in place and held it. Eric had cut loose in Amber, that was for damn sure.
One, two, three, four, and there was no letup. Five hours, then. How many men had we lost? I dunno.
Then I felt and heard a tingling and a tinkling, and I saw Bleys as through a long gray tunnel.
"What's the matter?" he asked. "I've been trying to reach you."
"Life is full of vicissitudes," I replied. "We're riding out one of them."
"Storm?" he said.
"You bet your sweet ass. It's the granddaddy of them all. I think I see a monster off to port. If he has any brains, he'll aim for the bottom... . He just did."
"We just had one ourselves," Bleys told me.
"Monster or storm?"
"Storm," he replied. "Two hundred dead."
"Keep the faith," I said, "hold the fort, and talk to me later. Okay?"
He nodded, and there were lightnings at his back.
"Eric's got our number," be added, before he cut off.
I had to agree.
It was three more hours before things let up, and many more later I learned that we had lost half of the fleet (and on my vessel-the flagship-we had lost forty of the crew of one hundred and twenty). It was a hard rain that fell.
Somehow, to the sea over Rebma, we made it.
I drew forth my cards and held Random's before me.
When he realized who was talking. the first thing he said was "Turn back," and I asked him why.
" ‘Cause, according to Llewella, Eric can cream you now. She says wait a while, till he relaxes, and hit him then-like a year from now, maybe."
I shook my head.
"Sorry," said I. "Can't. Too many losses involved in getting us this far. It's a now-or-never situation."
He shrugged, wearing a "Like, I warned you" expression.
"Why. though?" I asked him.
"Mainly because I just learned he can control the weather around here," he said.
"We'll still have to chance it."
He shrugged again.
"Don't say I didn't tell you."
"He definitely knows we're coming?"
"What do you think? Is he a cretin?"
"No."
"Then he knows. If I could guess it in Rebma, then he knows in Amber-and I did guess, from a wavering of Shadow."
"Unfortunately," I said, "I have some misgivings about this expedition, but it's Bleys' show."
"You cop out and let him get axed."
"Sorry, but I can't take the chance. He might win. I'm bringing in the fleet."
"You've spoken with Caine, with Gerard?"
"Yes."
"Then you must think you have a chance upon the waters. But listen, Eric has figured a way to control the Jewel of Judgment, I gather, from court gossip about its double. He can use it to control the weather here. That's definite. God knows what else he might be able to do with it."
"Pity," I said. "We'll have to suffer it. Can't let a few storms demoralize us."
"Corwin, I'll confess. I spoke with Eric himself three days ago."
"Why?"
"He asked me. I spoke with him out of boredom. He went into great detail concerning his defenses."
"That's because he learned from Julian that we came in together. He's sure it'll get back to me."
"Probably," he said. "But that doesn't change what he said."
"No," I agreed.
"Then let Bleys fight his own war," he told me. "You can hit Eric later."
"He's about to be crowned in Amber."
"I know, I know. It's as easy to attack a king, though, as a prince. isn't it? What difference does it make what he calls himself at the time, so long as you take him? It'll still be Eric."
"True," I said, "but I've committed myself."
"Then uncommit yourself," he said.
" ‘Fraid I can't do that."
"Then you're crazy, Charlie."
"Probably."
"Well, good luck, anyhow."
"Thanks."
"See you around."
And that was that, and it troubled me.
Was I heading into a trap?
Eric was no fool. Perhaps he had a real death-gig lined up. Finally, I shrugged and leaned out over the rail, the cards once again behind my belt.
It is a proud and lonely thing to be a prince of Amber, incapable of trust. I wasn't real fond of it just then, but there I was.
Eric, of course, had controlled the storm we'd just passed through, and it seemed in line with his being weather master in Amber, as Random had told me.
So I tried something myself.
I headed us toward an Amber lousy with snow. It was the most horrible blizzard I could conjure up.
The big flakes began to fall, out there on the ocean.
Let him stop them a normal enough Shadow offering, if he could.
And he did.
Within a half hour's time the blizzard had died, Amber was virtually impervious-and it was really the only city. I didn't want to go off course, so I let things be. Eric was master of the weather in Amber.
What to do?
We sailed on, of course. Into the jaws of death,
What can one say?
The second storm was worse than the first, but I held the wheel. It was electrified, and focused only on the fleet. It drove us apart. It cost us forty vessels more.
I was afraid to call Bleys to see what had been done to him.
"Around two hundred thousand troops are left," he said. "Flash flood," and I told him what Random had told me.
"I'll buy it," he said. "But let's not dwell on it. Weather or no, we'll beat him."
"I hope so."
I lit a cigarette and leaned across the bow.
Amber should be coming into sight soon, I knew the ways of Shadow now, and I knew how to get there by walking.
But everyone had misgivings.
There would never be a perfect day, though.
So we sailed on, and the darkness came upon us like a sudden wave, and the worst storm of them all struck.
We managed to ride out its black lashings, but I was scared. It was all true, and we were in northern waters. If Caine had kept his word, all well and good. If he was getting us out, he was in an excellent position.
So I assumed he had sold us out. Why not? I prepared the fleet-seventy-three vessels remaining-for battle, when I saw him approach. The cards had lied-or else been very correct-when they'd pointed to him as the key figure.