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〃I don't know what you mean；〃 I said。
I had let my shoulders sag a bit。 I spoke slowly； softly； and with a slight falter。 My beard was longer than his； and lightened by dust。 I imagined I looked like an older man。 His attitude on appraisal tended to indicate that he thought I was。
〃I am asking you why you helped him；〃 he said。
〃Brotherhood of man； and all that；〃 I replied。
〃You are a foreigner？〃
I nodded。
〃Well； you are wele here for so long as you wish to stay。〃
〃Thanks。 I will probably move on tomorrow。〃
〃Now join me in a glass of wine and tell me of the circumstances under which you found him。〃
So I did。
Ganelon let me speak without interrupting； and those； piercing eyes of his were on me all the while。 While I had always felt laceration by means of the eyeballs to be a trite expression； it did not feel so that night。 He stabbed at me with them。 I wondered what he knew and what he was guessing concerning me。
Then fatigue sprang and seized me by the scruff of the neck。 The exertion； the wine； the warm room … all of these worked together； and suddenly it was as if I were standing off in the corner somewhere and listening to myself； watching myself； feeling dissociated。 While I was capable of great exertion in short bursts； I realized that I was still very low when it came to stamina。 I also noticed that my hand was trembling。
〃I'm sorry；〃 I heard myself saying。 〃The day's labors are beginning to get to me。。。〃
〃Of course；〃 said Ganelon。 〃I will talk with you more on the morrow。 Sleep now。 Sleep well。〃
Then he called in one of the guards and ordered him to conduct me to a chamber。 I must have staggered on the way； because I remember the guard's hand on my elbow； steering me。
That night I slept the sleep of the dead。 It was a big； black thing； about fourteen hours long。
In the morning； I ached all over。
I bathed myself。 There was a basin on the high dresser； and soap and a washcloth someone had thoughtfully set beside it。
My throat felt packed with sawdust and my eyes were full of fuzz。 I sat down and assessed myself。
There had been a day when I could have carried Lance the entire distance without going to pieces afterward。 There had been a day when I had fought my way up the face of Kolvir and into the heart of Amber itself。
Those days were gone。 I suddenly felt like the wreck I must have looked。
Something would have to be done。
I had been putting on weight and picking up strength slowly。 The process would have to be accelerated。
A week or two of clean living and violent exercise could help a lot； I decided。 Ganelon had not given any real indication of having recognized me。 All right。 I would take advantage of the hospitality he had offered。
With that resolve； I sought out the kitchen and conned a hearty breakfast。 Well； it was really around lunchtime； but let's call things by their proper names。 I had a strong desire for a smoke and felt a certain perverse joy in the fact that I was out of tobacco。 The Fates were conspiring to keep me true to myself。
I strolled out into the courtyard and a brisk； bright day。 For a long while； I watched the men who were quartered there as they went through their training regime。
There were bowmen off at the far end； thwanging away at targets fastened to bales of hay。 I noted that they employed thumb rings and an oriental grip on the bowstring； rather than the three…fingered technique with which I was more fortable。 It made me wonder a bit about this Shadow。 The swordsmen used both the edges and points of their weapons； and there was a variety of blades and fencing techniques in evidence。 I tried to estimate； and guessed there were perhaps eight hundred of them about … and I had no idea as to how many of them there might be out of sight。 Their plexions； their hair； their eyes； varied from pale to quite dark。 I heard many strange accents above the thwanging and the clanging； though most spoke the language of Avalon； which is of the tongue of Amber。
As I stood watching； one swordsman raised his hand； lowered his blade； mopped his brow； and stepped back。 His opponent did not seem especially winded。 This was my chance for some of the exercise I was seeking。
I moved forward； smiled； and said； 〃I'm Corey of Cabra。 I was watching you。〃
I turned my attention to the big； dark man who was grinning at his resting buddy。
〃Mind if I practice with you while your friend rests？〃 I asked him。
He kept grinning and pointed at his mouth and his ear。 I tried several other languages； but none of them worked。 So I pointed at the blade and at him and back to myself until he got the idea。 His opponent seemed to think it was a good one； as the smaller fellow offered me his blade。
I took it into my hands。 It was shorter and a lot heavier than Grayswandir。 （That is the name of my blade； which I know I have not mentioned up until now。 It is a story in itself； and I may or may not go into it before you learn what brought me to this final pass。 But should you hear me refer to it by name again； you will know what I am talking about。） I swung my blade a few times to test it； removed my cloak； tossed it off to the side； and struck an en garde。
The big fellow attacked。 I parried and attacked。 He parried and riposted。 I parried the riposte； feinted； and attacked。 Et cetera。 After five minutes； I knew that he was good。 And I knew that I was better。 He stopped me twice so that I could teach him a maneuver I had used。 He learned both very quickly。 After fifteen minutes； though； his grin widened。 I guess that was around the point where he broke down most opponents by virtue of sheer staying power； if they were good enough to resist his attacks up until then。 He had stamina； I'll say that。 After twenty minutes； a puzzled look came onto his face。 I just didn't look as if I could stand up that long。 But then； what can any man really know of； that which lies within a scion of Amber？
After twenty…five minutes； he was sheathed in sweat； but he continued on。 My brother Random looks and acts； on occasion； like an asthmatic； teen…age hood … but once we had fenced together for over twenty…six hours； to see who would call it quits。 （If you're curious； it was me。 I had had a date lined up for the next day and had wanted to arrive in reasonably good condition。） We could have gone on。 While I was not up to a performance like that just then； I knew that I could outlast the man I faced。 After all； he was only human。
After about half an hour； when he was breathing heavily and slowing down on his counterstrokes and I knew that in a few minutes he might guess that I was pulling mine； I raised my hand and lowered my blade as I had seen his previous opponent do。 He ground to a halt also； then rushed forward and embraced me。 I did not understand what he said； but I gathered that he was pleased with the workout。 So was I。
The horrible thing was； I felt it。 I found myself slightly heady。
But I needed more。 I promised me I would kill myself and exercise that day； glut myself with food that night； sleep deeply； wake； and do it again。
So I went over to where the archers stood。 After a time； I borrowed a bow； and in my three…fingered style unleash