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The rest of us moved to a downstairs sitting room； there to backbite and discuss events。 During this time； Fiona advised me that the Jewel of Judgment might represent a hazard in situations of prolonged exposure； suggesting the possibility that it； rather than his wounds； might have been the cause of Eric's death。 One of the first signs； she believed； was a distortion of one's time…sense … an apparent slowdown of temporal sequence； actually representing a speed…up of physiological events。 I resolved to be more cautious with it； in that she was more conversant with these matters than the rest of us； having once been an advanced pupil of Dworkin's。
And perhaps she was correct。 Perhaps there was such an effect in operation later that evening when I returned to my own quarters。 At least； it seemed as if the person who attempted to kill me was moving a trifle more slowly than I would have myself under similar circumstances。 At that； the stroke was almost successful。 The blade caught me in the side and the world went away。
Leaking life； I awoke in my old bed in my old home on the shadow Earth where I had dwelled for so long as Carl Corey。 How I had been returned； I had no idea。 I crawled outside and into a blizzard。 Clinging precariously to consciousness； I cached the Jewel of Judgment in my old post heap； for the world did indeed seem to be slowing down about me。 Then I made it to the road； to try flagging down a passing motorist。
It was a friend and former neighbor； Bill Roth； who found me there and drove me to the nearest clinic。 There； I was treated by the same doctor who had attended me years before； at the time of my accident。 He suspected I might be a psychiatric case； as the old record did reflect that faked state of affairs。
Bill showed up later； however； and set a number of things right。 An attorney； he had grown curious at the time of my disappearance and done some investigating。 He had learned about my fake certification and my successive escapes。 He even possessed details on these matters and on the accident itself。 He still felt there was something strange about me； but it did not really bother him that much。
Later； Random contacted me via my Trump and advised me that Brand had e around and was asking for me。 With Random's assistance； I returned to Amber。 I went to see Brand。 It was then that I learned of the nature of the power struggle which had been going on about me； and the identities of the participants。 His story； together with what Bill had told me back on the shadow Earth； finally brought some sense and coherence to occurrences of the past several years。 He also told me more concerning the nature of the danger we currently faced。
I did nothing the following day； ostensibly for purposes of preparing myself for a visit to Tir…na Nog'th； actually to buy additional time in which to recover from my injury。 This mitment made； however； it had to be kept。 I did journey to the city in the sky that night； encountering a confusing collection of signs and portents； signifying perhaps nothing； and collecting a peculiar mechanical arm from the ghost of my brother Benedict while I was about it。
Returned from this excursion on high； I breakfasted with Random and Ganelon before setting out across Kolvir to return home。 Slowly； bewilderingly； the trail began to change about us。 It was as though we were walking in Shadow； a well…nigh impossible feat this near to Amber。 When we reached this conclusion； we tried to alter our course； but neither Random nor I was able to affect the changing scene。 About that time； the unicorn put in an appearance。 It seemed to want us to follow it。 We did。
It had led us through a kaleidoscopic series of changes； until finally we arrived at this pace； where it abandoned us to our present devices。
Now； with this entire sequence of events tumbling through my head； my mind moved about the peripheries； pushed its way forward； returned to the words Random had just spoken。 I felt that I was slightly ahead of him once more。 For how long this state of affairs might last； I did not know； but I realized where I had seen work by the same hand which had executed the pierced Trump。
Brand had often painted when he was entering one of his melancholy periods； and his favorite techniques came to mind as I recalled canvas after canvas he had brightened or darkened。 Add to this his campaign of years before to obtain recollections and descriptions from everyone who had known Martin。 While Random had not recognized his style； I wondered how long it might be before he began thinking as I just had about the possible ends of Brand's information gathering。 Even if his hand had not actually propelled the blade； Brand was party to the act by providing the means。 I knew Random well enough to know that he meant what he had said。 He would try to kill Brand as soon as he saw the connection。 This was going to be more than awkward。
It had nothing to do with the fact that Brand had probably saved my life。 I figured I had squared accounts with him by getting him out of that damned tower。 No。 It was neither indebtedness nor sentiment that caused me to cast about for ways to mislead Random or slow him down。 It was the naked； frigid fact that I needed Brand。 He had seen to that。 My reason for saving him was no more altruistic than his had been in dragging me out of the lake。 He possessed something I needed now： information。 He had realized this immediately and he was rationing it … his life's union dues。
〃I do see the resemblance；〃 I said to Random； 〃and you may well be right about what happened。〃
〃Of course I am right。〃
〃It is the card that was pierced；〃 I said。
〃Obviously。 I don't …〃
〃He was not brought through on the Trump； then。 The person who did it therefore made contact； but was unable to persuade him to e across。〃
〃So？ The contact had progressed to a point of sufficient solidity and proximity that he was able to stab him anyway。 He was probably even able to achieve a mental lock and hold him where he was while he bled。 The kid probably hadn't had much experience with the Trumps。〃
〃Maybe yes； maybe no；〃 I said。 〃Llewella or Moire might be able to tell us how much he knew about the Trumps。 But what I was getting at was the possibility that contact could have been broken before death。 If he inherited your regenerative abilities he might have survived。〃
〃Might have？ I don't want guesses！ I want answers！〃
I menced a balancing act within my mind。 I believed I knew something that he did not； but then my source was not the best。 Also； I wanted to keep quiet about the possibility because I had not had a chance to discuss it with Benedict。 On the other hand； Martin was Random's son； and I did want to direct his attention away from Brand。
〃Random； I may have something；〃 I said。
〃What？〃
〃Right after Brand was stabbed；〃 I said； 〃when we were talking together in the sitting room； do you remember when the conversation turned to the subject of Martin？〃
〃Yes。 Nothing new came up。〃
〃I had something I might have added at that time； but I restrained myself because everyone was there。 Also； because I wanted to pursue it in private with the party concerned。〃
〃Who？〃
〃Benedic