It would have been gauche to say that I’d intended shifting but had forgotten. Or any other remark on the matter.
She pushed me out to arm’s distance, lowered her gaze and raised it, shook her head.
“Do you sleep in your clothes before or after violent exercise?” she asked me.
“That’s unkind,” I said. “I stopped to sightsee on the way over and ran into a few problems.”
“That is why you are late?”
“No. I’m late because I stopped in our gallery and took longer than I’d intended. And I’m not very late.” She took hold of my arm and turned me.
“I will forgive you,” she said, steering me toward the rose and green and gold-flecked pillar of ways, set in the mirrored alcove across the room to the right.
I didn’t feel that called for a response, so I didn’t make one. I watched with interest as we entered the alcove, to see whether she would conduct me in a clockwise direction or its opposite about the pillar.
The opposite, it turned out. Interesting.
We were reflected and re-reflected from the three sides. So was the room we had quitted. And with each circuit we made of the pillar it became a different room.
I watched it change, kaleidoscopically, until she halted me before the crystal grotto beside the underground sea. “It’s been a long time since I thought of this place,” I said, stepping forth upon the pure white sand into the crystal-cast light, variously reminiscent of bonfires, solar reflections, candelabra, and LED displays, functions of size and distancing perhaps, laying occasional pieces of rainbow upon the shore, the walls, the black water.
She took my hand and led me toward a raised and railed platform some small distance off to the right. A table stood full set upon it. A collection of covered trays occupied a larger serving table inland of it. We mounted a small stair, and I seated her and moved to check out the goodies next door.
“Do sit down, Merlin,” she said. “I’ll serve you.”
“That’s all right,” I answered, raising a lid. “I’m already here. I’ll do the first round.”
She was on her feet.
“Buffet style then,” she said.
“Sure.”
We filled our plates and moved to the table. Seconds after we had seated ourselves a brilliant flash of light came to us across the water, illuminating the arching dome of the cavern vault like the ribbed interior of some massive beast that was digesting us.
“You needn’t look so apprehensive. You know they can’t come in this far.”
“Waiting for a thunderclap puts my appetite on hold,” I said.
She laughed just as a distant roll of thunder reached us.
“And that makes everything all right?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied, raising my fork.
“Strange, the relatives life gives us,” she said.
I looked at her, tried to read her expression, couldn’t.
So, “Yes,” I said.
She studied me for a moment, but I wasn’t giving anything away either. So, “When you were a child you went monosyllabic as a sign of petulance,” she said.
“Yes,” I said.
We began eating. There were more flashes out over the still, dark sea. By light of the last one I thought I caught sight of a distant ship, black sails full-rigged and bellied.
“You kept your engagement with Mandor earlier?”
“Yes.”
“How is he?”
“Fine.”
“Something bothering you, Merlin?”
“Many things.”
“Tell Mother?”
“What if she’s a part of it?”
“I would be disappointed if I were not. Still, how long will you hold the business of the ty’iga against me? I did what I thought was right. I still think it was.”
I nodded and continued chewing. After a time, “You made that clear last cycle,” I said.
The waters gave a small sloshing sound. A spectrum drifted across our table, her face.
“Is there something else?” she asked.
“Why don’t you tell me?” I said.
I felt her gaze. I met it.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she answered.
“Are you aware that the Logrus is sentient? And the Pattern?” I said.
“Did Mandor tell you that?” she asked.
“Yes. But I already knew it before he did.”
“How?”
“We’ve been in touch.”
“You and the Pattern? You and the Logrus?”
“Both.”
“To what end?”
“Manipulation, I’d say. They’re engaged in a power struggle. They were asking me to choose sides.”
“Which did you choose?”
“Neither. Why?”
“You should have told me.”
“Why?”
“For counsel. Possibly for assistance.”
“Against the Powers of the universe? How well connected are you, Mother?”
She smiled.
“It is possible that one such as myself may possess special knowledge of their workings.”
“One such as yourself…?”
“A sorceress of my skills.”
“Just how good are you, Mother?”
“I don’t think they come much better, Merlin.”
“Family is always the last to know, I guess. So why didn’t you train me yourself, instead of sending me off to Suhuy?”
“I’m not a good teacher. I dislike training people.”
“You trained Jasra.”
She tilted her head to the right and narrowed her eyes.
“Did Mandor tell you that, also?” she asked.”
“No.”
“Who, then?”
“What difference does it make?”
“Considerable,” she replied. “Because I don’t believe you knew it the last time we met.”
I recalled suddenly that she had said something about Jasra back at Suhuy’s, something implying her familiarity with her, something to which I would ordinarily have risen save that I was driving a load of animus in a different direction at the time and heading downhill in a thunderstorm with the brakes making funny noises. I was about to ask her why it mattered when I learned it, when I realized that she was really asking from whom I’d learned it, because she was concerned with whom I might have been speaking on such matters since last we’d met. Mentioning Luke’s Pattern ghost did not seem politic, so, “Okay, Mandor let it slip,” I said, “and then asked me to forget it.”
“In other words,” she said, “he expected it to get back to me. Why did he do it just that way? I wonder. The man is damnably subtle.”
“Maybe he did just let it slip.”
“Mandor lets nothing slip. Never make him an enemy, son.”
“Are we talking about the same person?”
She snapped her fingers.
“Of course,” she said. “It was only as a child that you knew him. You went away after that. You have seen him but a few times since. Yes, he is subtle, insidious, dangerous.”
“We’ve always gotten along well.”
“Of course. He never antagonizes without a good reason.”
I shrugged and went on eating.
After a time she said, “I daresay he has made similar comments about me.”
“I am unable to recall any,” I answered.
“Has he been giving you lessons in circumspection, too?”
“No, though I’ve felt a need to teach myself, of late.”
“Surely, you obtained a few in Amber.”
“If I did, they were so subtle I didn’t notice.”
“Well, well. Can it be I need despair of you no more?”
“I doubt it.”
“So, what might the Pattern or the Logrus want of you?”
“I already told you — a choice of sides.”
“It is that difficult to decide which you prefer?”
“It is that difficult to decide which I dislike less.”
“Because they are, as you say, manipulative of people in their struggle for power?”