Finally, "It's real . . ." I heard him whisper moments later.
"Did I not see someone springing toward you?" Random said to me, running a hand through his unruly brown hair. "And surely your last words back there were not addressed to me?"
"We were having a little problem," I answered. "That's the real reason I brought Bill along. You see, someone's been trying to kill me, and-"
Random raised his hand. "Spare me the details for the moment. I'll need them all later, but-but let it be later. There is more nastiness than usual afoot at the moment, and yours may well be a part of it. But I've got to breathe a bit."
It was only then that some deepened lines in his naturally youthful face registered and I began to realize that he was under a strain.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"Caine is dead. Murdered," he replied. "This morning."
"How did it happen?"
"He was off in Shadow Deiga-a distant port with which we have commerce. He was with Gerard, to renegotiate an old trade agreement. He was shot, through the heart. Died instantly."
"Did they catch the bowman?"
"Bowman, hell! It was a rifleman, on a rooftop. And he got away."
"I thought gunpowder didn't work around here." He made a quick palms-up gesture.
"Deiga may be far enough off in Shadow for it to work. Nobody here can remember ever testing any there. For that matter, though, your father once came up with a compound that worked here."
"True. I'd almost forgotten."
"Anyway, the funeral is tomorrow-"
"Bill! Merlin!"
My aunt Flora-who had turned down Rossetti's offers, one of them being to model for him-had entered the room. Tall, slim and burnished, she hurried forward and kissed Bill on the cheek. I had never seen him blush before. She repeated the act for me, too, but I-was less moved, recalling that she had once been my father's warden.
"When did you get in?" Her voice was lovely, too.
"Just now," I said.
She immediately linked arms with both of us and attempted to lead us off.
"We have so much to talk about," she began.
"Flora!" This from Random.
"Yes, brother?"
"You may give Mr. Roth the full tour, but I require Merlin's presence for a time."
She pouted slightly for a moment, then released my arm. "Now you know what an absolute monarchy is," she explained to Bill. "You can see how power corrupts."
"I was corrupt before I had power," Random said, "and rich is better. You have my leave to depart, sister."
She sniffed and led Bill away.
"It's always quieter around here when she fords a boyfriend off somewhere in Shadow," Random observed. "Unfortunately, she's been home for the better part of a year this time."
I made a tsking sound.
He gestured toward a chair and I took it. He crossed to a cabinet then.
"Wine?" he asked.
"Don't mind if I do."
He poured two glasses, brought me one, and seated himself in a chair to my left, a small table between us. "Someone also took a shot at Bleys," he said, "this afternoon, in another shadow. Hit him, too, but not bad. Gunman got away Bleys was just on a diplomatic mission to a friendly kingdom."
"Same person, you think?"
"Sure. We've never had rifle sniping in the neighborhood before. Then two, all of a sudden? It must be the same person. Or the same conspiracy."
"Any clues?"
He shook his head and tasted the wine.
"I wanted to talk to you alone," he said then, "before any of the others got to you. There are two things I'd like you to know."
I sipped the wine and waited.
"The first is that this really scares me. With the attempt on Bleys it no longer appears to have been simply a personal thing directed at Caine. Somebody seems to have it in for us - or at least some of us. Now you say there's someone after you, too."
"I don't know whether there's any connection-"
"Well, neither do I. But I don't like the possible pattern I see developing. My worst fear is that it may be one or more of us behind it."
"Why?" He glowered into his goblet.
"For centuries the personal vendetta has been our way of settling disagreements, not necessarily proceeding inevitably to death-though that was always a possibility-but certainly characterized by intrigues, to the end of embarrassing, disadvantaging, maiming, or exiling the other and enhancing one's own position. This reached its latest peak in the scramble for the succession. I thought everything was pretty much settled, though, when I wound up with the job, which I certainly wasn't looking for. I had no real axes to grind, and I've tried to be fair. I know how touchy everyone here is. I don't think it's me, though, and I don't think it's the succession. I haven't had any bad vibes from any of the others. I'd gotten the impression they had decided I was the lesser of all possible evils and were actually cooperating to make it work. No, I don't believe any of the others is rash enough to want my crown. There was actually amity, goodwill, after the succession was settled. But what I'm wondering now is whether the old pattern might be recurring -that some of the others might have taken up the old game again to settle personal grievances. I really don't want to see that happen-all the suspicion, precautions, innuendoes, mistrust, double dealings. It weakens us, and there's always some possible threat ar other against which we should be strong. Now, I've spoken with everyone privately, and of course they all deny any knowledge of current cabals, intrigues, and vendettas, but I could see that they're getting suspicious of each other. It's become a habit of thought. And it wasn't at all difficult for them to dig up some of grudge each of the others might still have had against Caine despite the fact that he saved all our asses by taking out Brand. And the same with Bieys - everyone could fins motives for everyone else."
"So you want the killer fast, because of what he's done to morals"
"Certainly. I don't need all this backbiting and grudge-hunting. It's all still so close to the surface that we're likely to have real cabals, intrigues, and vendettas before long, if we don't already, and some little misunderstanding could lead to violence again."
"Do you think it's one of the others?"
"Shit! I'm the same as they are. I get suspicious by reflex. It well may be, but I haven't really seen a bit of evidence."
"Who else could it be?"
He uncrossed and recrossed his legs. He took another drink of wine.
"Hell! Our enemies are legion. But most of them wouldn't have the guts. They all know the kind of reprisal they could expect once we found them out."
He clasped his hands behind his head and stared at the rows of books.
"I don't know bow to say this," he began after a time, "but I have to."
I waited again. Then he said quickly, "There's talk it's Corwin, but I don't believe it."
"No," I said softly.
"I told you I don't believe it. Your father means a lot to me."
"Why would anybody believe it?"
"There's a rumor he's gone crazy. You've heard it. What if he's reverted to some past state of mind, from the days when his relations with Came and Bleys were a lot less than cordial - or with any of us, for that matter? That's what they're saying."
"I don't believe it."
"I just wanted you to be aware that it's being kicked around."
"Nobody'd better kick it in my direction."
He sigh. "Don't you start. Please. They're upset. Don't look for trouble."
I took a drink of wine. "Yes, you're right," I said.
"Now I have to listen to your story. Go ahead, complicate my life some more."
"Okay. At least I'm fresh on it," I told him.