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mewhat of opulence； also？ I thought about my economic and social status； my profession； my origins。 I had the feeling that I'd never worried much about money； and that there'd always been enough or ways of getting it； to keep me satisfied。 Did I own a big house like this？ I couldn't remember。
What did I do？
I sat behind her desk and examined my mind for any special caches of knowledge I might possess。 It is difficult to examine yourself this way； as a stranger。 Maybe that's why I couldn't e up with anything。 What's yours is yours and a part of you and it just seems to belong there； inside。 That's all。
A doctor？ That came to mind as I was viewing some of Da Vinci's anatomical drawings。 Almost by reflex； in my mind； I had begun going through the steps of various surgical operations。 I realized then that I had operated on people in the past。
But that wasn't it。 While I realized that I had a medical background； I knew that it was a part of something else。 I knew； somehow； that I was not a practicing surgeon。 What then？ What else was involved？
Something caught my eve。
Seated there at the desk； I manded a view of the far wall； on which； among other things； hung an antique cavalry saber； which I had overlooked the first time around the room。 I rose and crossed over to it； took it down from its pegs。
In my mind； I tsked at the shape it was in。 I wanted an oily rag and a whetstone； to make it the way it should be once again。 I knew something about antique arms； edged weapons in particular。
The saber felt light and useful in my hand； and I felt capable with it。 I struck an en garde。 I parried and cut a few times。 Yes； I could use the thing。
So what sort of background was that？ I looked around for new memory joggers。
Nothing else occurred to me； so I replaced the blade and returned to the desk。 Sitting there； I decided to go through the thing。
I started with the middle one and worked my way up the left side and down the right； drawer by drawer。
Stationery； envelopes； postage stamps； paper clips； pencil stubs； rubber bands … all the usual items。
I had pulled each drawer all the way out though； and held it in my lap as I'd inspected its contents。 It wasn't just an idea。 It was part of some sort of training I'd once received； which told me I should inspect the sides and bottoms as well。
One thing almost slipped by me； but caught my attention at the last instant： the back of the lower right…hand drawer did not rise as high as the backs of the other drawers。
This indicated something； and when I knelt and looked inside the drawer space I saw a little box…like affair fixed to the upper side。
It was a small drawer itself； way in the back； and it was locked。
It took me about a minute of fooling around with paper clips； safety pins； and finally a metal shoehorn I'd seen in another drawer。 The shoehorn did the trick。
The drawer contained a packet of playing cards。
And the packet bore a device which caused me to stiffen where I knelt； perspiration suddenly wetting my brow and my breath ing rapidly。
It bore a white unicorn on a grass field； rampant； facing to the dexter。
And I knew that device and it hurt me that I could not name it。
I opened the packet and extracted the cards。 They were on the order of tarots； with their wands； pentacles； cups； and swords； but the Greater Trumps were quite different。
I replaced both drawers； being careful not to lock the smaller one； before I continued my inspection。
They were almost lifelike in appearance； the Greater Trumps ready to step right out through those glistening surfaces。 The cards seemed quite cold to my touch； and it gave me a distinct pleasure to handle them。 I had once had a packet like this myself； I suddenly knew。
I began spreading them on the blotter before me。 The one bore a wily…looking little man； with a sharp nose and a laughing mouth and a shock of straw…colored hair。 He was dressed in something like a Renaissance costume of orange； red and brown。 He wore long hose and a tight…fitting embroidered doublet。 And I knew him。 His name was Random。
Next； there was the passive countenance of Julian； dark hair hanging long； blue eyes containing neither passion nor passion。 He was dressed pletely in scaled white armor； not silver or metallic…colored； but looking as if it had been enameled。 I knew； though； that it was terribly tough and shock…resistant； despite its decorative and festive appearance。 He was the man I had beaten at his favorite game； for which he had thrown a glass of wine at me。 I knew him and I hated him。
Then came the swarthy； dark…eyed countenance of Caine； dressed all in satin that was black and green； wearing a dark three…cornered hat set at a rakish angle； a green plume of feathers trailing down the back。 He was standing in profile； one arm akimbo； and the toes of his boots curled upwards； and he wore an emerald…studded dagger at his belt。 There was ambivalence in my heart。
Then there was Eric。 Handsome by anyone's standards； his hair was so dark as to be almost blue。 His beard curled around the mouth that always smiled； and he was dressed simply in a leather jacket and leggings； a plain cloak； high black boots； and he wore a red sword belt bearing a long silvery saber and clasped with a ruby； and his high cloak collar round his head was lined with red and the trimmings of his sleeves matched it。 His hands； thumbs hooked behind his belt； were terribly strong and prominent。 A pair of black gloves jutted from the belt near his right hip。 He it was； I was certain； that had tried to kill me on that day I had almost died。 I studied him and I feared him somewhat。
Then there was Benedict； tall and dour； thin； thin of body； thin of face； wide of mind。 He wore orange and yellow and brown and reminded me of haystacks and pumpkins and scarecrows and the Legend of Sleepy Hollow。 He had a long strong jaw and hazel eyes and brown hair that never curled。 He stood beside a tan horse and leaned upon a lance about which was twined a rope of flowers。 He seldom laughed。 I liked him。
I paused when I uncovered the next card； and my heart leaped forward and banged against my sternum and asked to be let out。
It was me。
I knew the me I shaved and this was the guy behind the mirror。 Green eyes； black hair； dressed in black and silver； yes。 I had on a cloak and it was slightly furled as by a wind。 I had on black boots； like Eric's； and I too wore a blade； only mine was heavier； though not quite as long as his。 I had my gloves on and they were silver and scaled。 The clasp at my neck was cast in the form of a silver rose。
Me； Corwin。
And a big； powerful man regarded me from the next card。 He resembled me quite strongly； save that his jaw was heavier。 And I knew he was bigger than I； though slower。 His strength was a thing out of legend。 He wore a dressing gown of blue and gray clasped about the middle with a wide； black belt； and he stood laughing。 About his neck； on a heavy cord； there hung a silver hunting horn。 He wore a fringe beard and a light mustache。 In his right hand he held a goblet of wine。 I felt a sudden affection for him。 His name then occurred to me。 He was Gerard。
Then came a fiery bearded； flam