“Yep.”
“I thought I was the only one with these maternal problems. But it figures, seeing as yours trained mine.”
“How come we turned out so normal?” I said.
He just stared at me for several seconds. Then he started to laugh.
“Well, I feel normal,” I said.
“Of course,” he said quickly then, “and that's what counts. Tell me, if it came to an out-and-out crossing of powers, do you think you could beat Dara?”
“Hard to say,” I told him. “I'm stronger now than I ever was before, because of the spikard. But I'm beginning to believe she's very good.”
“What the hell's a spikard?” So I told him that story, too.
“That's why you were so flashy back in the church when you were fighting with Jurt?” he said.
“That's right.”
“Let's see it.”
I tried to pull it off, but it wouldn't pass the knuckle.
So I simply extended my hand. Luke reached for it. His fingers halted a couple of inches above it.
“It's holding me off, Merle. Protective little devil.”
“Hell,” I said, “I'm not a shapeshifter for nothing.” I took hold of it then, slimmed my finger suddenly, and slid it off. “Here.”
He held it in the palm of his left hand as we bounced along, regarding it through narrowed eyes. Suddenly, I felt dizzy. Withdrawal symptoms from the thing? I forced myself upright, reversed my breathing, refused to let it show.
“Heavy,” Luke said at last. “I can feel the power there. Other things, too. It won't let me in, though.”
I reached for it and he drew his hand away.
“I can feel it in the air all around us,” he said. “Merle, this thing lays a spell on anybody who wears it.
I shrugged.
“Yes,” I said. “A benign one, though. It's done nothing to harm me, and it's helped me a number of times.”
“But can you trust anything that came to you in such
an odd way-almost by trickery, caused you to abandon Frakir when she tried to warn you about it, and for all you know has been influencing your behavior ever since you put it on?”
“I admit to a kind of disorientation at first,” I said, “but I think that was just in the way of accommodation to the levels of voltage it draws. I've been back to normal for some time now.”
“How can you tell for sure? Maybe it's brainwashed you.”
“Do I seem brainwashed to you?”
“No. I was just trying to say that I wouldn't completely trust anything with such questionable credentials.”
“Well taken,” I agreed, holding forth my hand. “But so far the benefits have outweighed any hypothetical dangers. Consider me warned, and I'll take my chances.”
He handed it back.
“If I think it's making you act weird I'm going to hit you over the head and pull it off, though.”
“Fair enough,” I said, slipping it back on. Immediately, I felt a rush of energy throughout my system as the lines of control were reestablished.
“If you're not sure you can force the information out of your mother,” he said, “how do you propose finding Corwin and freeing him?”
“Several things suggest themselves,” I said. “The simplest way may be a foot in the door technique. That is, I'd open all of the channels on the spikard and go for another Trump contact. As soon as there's any sort of opening I'd just push ahead with full force, jamming any spells that try to stop me and burning them out.”
“Sounds as if it could be dangerous.”
“I can't think of any way to go about this that wouldn't be.”
“Then why haven't you tried it?”
“It only occurred to me recently, and I haven't had the time since then.”
“However you go about it, you're going to need some help,” he said. “So count me in.”
“Thanks, Luke. I—”
“Now, about the king business,” he said. “What happens if you simply refuse to take the throne? Who's next in line?”
“It's a bit tangled when you come to Sawall,” I said. “By rights, Mandor should be first in line of succession from our House. He'd removed himself from the line years ago, though.”
“Why?”
“I believe he claimed he was unfit to rule.”
“No offense, Merle. But he seems like the only one of you who is fit for the job.”
“Oh, without a doubt,” I responded. “Most of the Houses have someone like him, though. There's usually a nominal head and a de facto one, someone for show and someone for scheming. Mandor likes the climate behind the scenes.”
“Sounds as if your House has two,” he said.
“I'm not really clear on it,” I said. “I don't know Dara's status right now in her father's House-Helgram-or her mother's-Hendrake. But it might be worth a power struggle within Sawall if that's where the next king is coming from. Still, the more I learn of Mandor the more intimidating such a struggle would seem. I'd guess they're cooperating.”
“I take it you're next in line, and then Jurt?”
“Actually, our brother Despil is next after me. Jurt said that Despil would probably step aside for him, but I think that was wishful thinking. I'm not at all sure he would. Anyhow, Jurt says now that he isn't interested.”
“Ha! I think he's just taking a different approach. You whipped him too many times, and he's trying to get in good with you. Hope that spikard can protect your back.”
“I don't know,” I said. “I'd like to believe him. He spent a lot of time making sure that it wouldn't be easy, though.”
“Supposing you all decline. Who's next?”
“I'm not certain,” I said, “but I think it would go to Hendrake then.”
“Damn,” Luke said. “It's as twisted a place as Amber, isn't it?”
“Neither one's twisted, exactly. Just a little complicated, till you've learned the ropes.”
“What say I just listen, and you fill me in on everything that you haven't so far?”
“Good idea.”
So I talked for a long while, breaking to summon food and water. We halted twice during that time, causing me to realize just how tired I had become. And briefing Luke reminded me yet again that I should be telling all of this to Random. But if I got in touch and tried it I was certain he would order me back to Amber. And I couldn't disobey a direct order from the king, even if I was almost his opposite number.
“We're getting nearer,” Nayda announced somewhat later, and I noted that our roarway had widened even more, almost to the point she'd described. I drew a jolt of energy into my system, digested it, and kept going.
Shortly thereafter, she remarked, “Much nearer.”
“Like just around the corner?” Luke asked.
“Could be,” she answered. “I can't be more precise, the condition she's in.”
But a little later, we heard distant shouts.
Luke drew rein.
“Something about a tower,” he said.
She nodded.
“Were they heading for it, holing up in it, or defending themselves there?”
“All of the above,” she said. “I understand now. Her captors were pursued, headed for a place of refuge, reached it, are there now.”
“How come you're suddenly that precise?”
She gave me a quick look that I took as a request for an explanation other than ty' iga powers.
“I was using the spikard,” I offered, “trying to see whether I could give her a clearer vision.”
“Good,” Luke said. “Can you boost it even more, so we can see what we're up against?”
“I can try,” I said, narrowing my eyes at her in inquiry. She responded with a very slight nod.
I wasn't certain how to go about it, so I just fed her energy in the way of that jolt I'd given myself a while back.
“Yes,” she said after a few moments, “Coral and her captors-six of them, I believe-have taken refuge in a tower near here. They are under attack.”
“How large is the party of attackers?” Luke asked.
“Small,” she said. “Quite small. I can't give you a number.”
“Let's go and see,” Luke said, and he led the way,: Dalt behind him.
“Three or four,” Nayda whispered to me, “but they're Pattern ghosts. That's probably all it can maintain this far from home, on a Black Road.”