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〃You are a fool； Benedict。 A well…meaning one； but a fool nevertheless。〃
He began to move again； casually。 He was within forty feet of Benedict。 Thirty。。。 He kept moving。 He finally paused about twenty feet away； hooked his thumbs behind his belt； and simply stared。 Benedict met his gaze。 I checked the clouds again。 A long mass of them continued a moonward slide。 I could pull Benedict out at any time； though。 It was hardly worth disturbing him at the moment。
〃Why don't you e and cut me down then？〃 Brand finally said。 〃Unarmed as I am； it should not be difficult。 The fact that the same blood flows in both our veins makes no difference； does it？ What are you waiting for？〃
〃I already told you that I do not wish to hurt you；〃 Benedict said。
〃Yet you stand ready to； if I attempt to pass your way。〃
Benedict simply nodded。
〃Admit that you fear me； Benedict。 All of you are afraid of me。 Even when I approach you weaponless like this； something must be twisting your guts。 You see my confidence and you do not understand it。 You must be afraid。〃
Benedict did not reply。
〃。。。 And you fear my blood on your hands；〃 Brand went on； 〃you fear my death curse。〃
〃Did you fear Martin's blood on your own？〃 Benedict asked。
〃That bastard puppy！〃 Brand said。 〃He was not truly one of us。 He was only a tool。〃
〃Brand； I have no desire to kill a brother。 Give me that trinket you wear about your neck and e back with me now to Amber。 It is not too late to set matters right。〃
Brand threw back his head and laughed。
〃Oh； nobly spoken！ Nobly spoken； Benedict！ Like a true lord of the realm！ You would shame me with your excessive virtue！ And what is the sticking point of this all？〃
He reached down and stroked the Jewel of Judgment。
〃This？〃
He laughed again and strode forward。
〃This bauble？ Would its surrender buy us peace； amity； order？ Would it ransom my life？〃
He halted once more； ten feet from Benedict now。 He raised the Jewel between his fingers and looked down at it。
〃Do you realize the full powers of this thing？〃 he asked。
〃Enough of th … 〃 Benedict began； and his voice cracked in his throat。
Brand hurriedly took another step forward。 The Jewel was bright before him。 Benedict's hand had begun to move toward his blade； but it did not reach it。 He stood stiffly now； as if suddenly transformed into a statue。 Then I began to understand； but by then it was too late。
Nothing that Brand had been saying had really mattered。 It had simply been a running line of patter； a distraction thrown up before him while he sought cautiously after the proper range。 He was indeed partly attuned to the Jewel； and the limited control this gave him was still sufficient to enable him to produce effects with it； effects which I was unaware it could produce； but of which he had known all along。
Brand had carefully contrived his arrival a good distance from Benedict； tried the Jewel； moved a little nearer； tried again； kept up this movement； this testing； until he found the point where it could affect Benedict's nervous system。
〃Benedict；〃 I said； 〃you had better e to me now；〃 and I exerted my will； but he did not budge nor did he reply。
His Trump was still functioning； I felt his presence； I observed events because of it； but I could not reach him。 The Jewel was obviously affecting more than his motor system。
I looked to the clouds again。 They were still growing； they were reaching for the moon。 It seemed they might e across it soon。 If I could not pull Benedict out when it happened； he would fall to the sea as soon as the light was fully blocked； the city disrupted。 Brand！ If he became aware of it； he might be able to use the Jewel to dissipate the clouds。 But to do that； he would probably have to release Benedict。 I did not think he would do it。 Still。。。 The clouds seemed to be slowing now。 This entire line of reasoning could bee unnecessary。 I thumbed out Brand's Trump though； and set it aside。
〃Benedict； Benedict；〃 said Brand； smiling； 〃of what use is the finest swordsman alive if he cannot move to take up his blade？ I told you that you were a fool。 Did you think I would walk willingly to my slaughter？ You should have trusted the fear you must have felt。 You should have known that I would not enter this place helpless。 I meant it when I said that I was going to win。 You were a good choice though； because you are the best。 I really wish that you had accepted my offer。 But it is not that important now。 I cannot be stopped。 None of the others has a chance； and with you gone things are going to be much easier。〃
He reached beneath his cloak and produced a dagger。
〃Bring me through； Benedict！〃 I cried； but it was no use。 There was no response； no strength to trump me up there。
I seized Brand's Trump。 I recalled my Trump battle with Eric。 If I could hit Brand through his Trump； I might be able to break his concentration sufficiently for Benedict to e free。 I turned all of my faculties upon the card； preparing for a massive mental assault。 But nothing。 The way was frozen and dark。
It had to be that his concentration on the task at hand； his mental involvement with the Jewel； was so plete that I simply could not reach him。 I was blocked at every turn。
Suddenly； the stairway grew paler above me and I cast a quick glance at the moon。 A limb of cumulus now covered a portion of its face。 Damn！
I returned my attention to Benedict's Trump。 It seemed slow； but I did recover the contact； indicating that somewhere； inside it all； Benedict was still conscious。 Brand had moved a pace nearer and was still taunting him。 The Jewel on its heavy chain burned with the light of its use。 They stood perhaps three paces apart now。 Brand toyed with the dagger。
〃。。。 Yes； Benedict；〃 he was saying； 〃you probably would have preferred to die in battle。 On the other hand； you might look upon this as a kind of honor … a signal honor。 In a way； your death will allow the birth of a new order。。。〃
For a moment； the Pattern faded behind them。 I could not tear my eyes from the scene to examine the moon； however。 There； within the shadows and the flickering light； his back to the Pattern； Brand did not seem to notice。 He took another step forward。
〃But enough of this；〃 he said。 〃There are things to be done； and the night grows no younger。〃
He stepped nearer and lowered the blade。
〃Good night； sweet Prince；〃 he said； and he moved to close with him。
At that instant； Benedict's strange mechanical right arm； torn from this place of shadow and silver and moonlight； moved with the speed of a striking snake。 Thing of glinting； metallic planes like the facets of a gem； wrist a wondrous weave of silver cable； pinned with flecks of fire； stylized； skeletal； a Swiss toy； a mechanical insect； functional； deadly； beautiful in its way； it shot forward with a speed that I could not follow； while the rest of his body remained steady； a statue。
The mechanical fingers caught the Jewel's chain about Brand's neck。 Immediately； the arm moved upward； raising Brand high above the floor。 Brand dropped the dagger and clutched at his throat with both hands。
Behind him； the Pattern faded once again。 It returned with a much paler glow。