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motorists generally hit their brakes。 It seemed that this might give me a few moments more in the headlights of anyone ing from that direction…one of those small assurances the mind always seeks when things get serious； an aspirin for the emotions。 With three rest stops； I made it down to the roadside； then over to the big rock that bore my house number。 I sat on it and leaned back against the icy embankment。 I hauled out the second pillow case and draped it across my knees。
I waited。 I knew that my mind was fuzzy。 I believe that I drifted into and out of consciousness a number of times。 Whenever I caught myself at it； I attempted to impose some version of order on my thoughts； to assess what had happened in the light of everything else that had just happened； to seek other safety measures。 The former effort proved too much； however。 It was simply too difficult to think beyond the level of responding to circumstance。 With a sort of numb enlightenment； though； it occurred to me that I was still in possession of my Trumps。 I could contact someone in Amber； have him transport me back。
But who？ I was not so far gone that I failed to realize I might be contacting the one responsible for my condition。 Would it be better to gamble that way； or to take my chances here？ Still； Random or Gerard …
I thought that I heard a car。 Faint； distant。。。 The wind and my pulsebeat were peting with perception； though。 I turned my head。 I concentrated。
There。。。 Again。 Yes。 It was an engine。 I got ready to wave the cloth。
Even then； my mind kept straying。 And one thought that flitted through was that I might already be unable to muster sufficient concentration to manipulate the Trumps。
The sound grew louder。 I raised the cloth。 Moments later； the farthest visible point along the road to my right was touched with light。 Shortly after； I saw the car at the top of the rise。 I lost sight of it once more as it descended the hill。 Then it climbed again and came on； snowflakes flashing through its headbeams。
I began waving as it approached the dip。 The lights caught me as it came up out of it； and the driver could not have missed seeing me。 He went by； though； a man in a late model sedan； a woman in the passenger seat。 The woman turned and looked at me； but the driver did not even slow down。
A couple of minutes later another car came by； a bit older； a woman driving； no visible passengers。 It did slow down； but only for a moment。 She must not have liked my looks。 She stepped on the gas and was gone in an instant。
I sagged back and rested。 A prince of Amber can hardly invoke the brotherhood of man for purposes of moral condemnation。 At least not with a straight face； and it hurt too much to laugh just then。
Without strength； concentration； and some ability to move； my power over Shadow was useless。 I would use it first； I decided； to get to some warm place。。。 I wondered whether I could make it back up the hill； to the post heap。 I had not thought of trying to use the jewel to alter the weather。 Probably I was too weak for that too； though。 Probably the effort would kill me。 Still。。。
I shook my head。 I was drifting off； more than half a dream。 I had to stay awake。 Was that another car？ Maybe。 I tried to raise the cloth and dropped it。 When I leaned forward to retrieve it； I just had to rest my head on my knees for a moment。 Deirdre。。。 I would call my dear sister。 If anyone would help me； Deirdre would。 I would get out her Trump and call her。 In a minute。 If only she weren't my sister。。。 I had to rest。 I am a knave； not a fool。 Perhaps； sometimes； when I rest； I am even sorry for things。 Some things。 If only it were warmer。。。 But it wasn't too bad； bent over this way。。。 Was that a car？ I wanted to raise my head but found that I could not。 It would not make that much difference in being seen； though； I decided。
I felt light on my eyelids and I heard the engine。 Now it was neither advancing nor retreating。 Just a steady cycling of growls。 Then I heard a shout。 Then the click…pause…chunk of a car door opening and closing。 I felt that I could open my eyes but I did not want to。 I was afraid that I would look only on the dark and empty road； that the sounds would resolve into pulsebeats and wind once more。 It was better to keep what I had than to gamble。
〃Hey！ What's the matter？ You hurt？〃
Footsteps。。。 This was real。
I opened my eyes。 I forced myself up once again。
〃Corey！ My God！ It's you！〃
I forced a grin； cut my nod short of a topple。
〃It's me； Bill。 How've you been？〃
〃What happened？〃
〃I'm hurt；〃 I said。 〃Maybe bad。 Need a doctor。〃
〃Can you walk if I help？ Or should I carry you？〃
〃Let's try walking；〃 I said。
He got me to my feet and I leaned on him。 We started for his car。 I only remember the first few steps。
***
When that low…swinging sweet chariot turned sour and swung high once more； I tried to raise my arm； realized that it was restrained； settled for a consideration of the tube affixed thereto； and decided that I was going to live。 I had sniffed hospital smells and consulted my internal clock。 Having made it this far； I felt that I owed it to myself to continue。 And I was warm； and as fortable as recent history allowed。 That settled； I closed my eyes； lowered my head； and went back to sleep。
Later； when I came around again； felt more fit and was spotted by a nurse； she told me that it was seven hours since I had been brought in and that a doctor would be by to talk with me shortly。 She also got me a glass of water and told me that it had stopped snowing。 She was curious as to what had happened to me。
I decided that it was time to start plotting my story。 The simpler the better。 All right。 I was ing home after an extended stay abroad。 I had hitchhiked out； gone on in； and been attacked by some vandal or drifter I had surprised inside。 I crawled back out and sought help。 Finis。
When I told it to the doctor I could not tell at first whether he believed me。 He was a heavy man whose face had sagged and set long ago。 His name was Bailey； Morris Bailey； and he nodded as I spoke and then asked me； 〃Did you get a look at the fellow？〃
I shook my head。
〃It was dark；〃 I said。
〃Did he rob you too？〃
〃I don't know。〃
〃Were you carrying a wallet？〃
I decided I had better say yes to that one。
〃Well； you didn't have it when you came in here； so he must have taken it。〃
〃Must have；〃 I agreed。
〃Do you remember me at all？〃
〃Can't say that I do。 Should I？〃
〃You seemed vaguely familiar to me when they brought you in。 That was all； at first。。。〃
〃And。。。？〃 I asked。
〃What sort of garments were you wearing？ They seemed something like a uniform。〃
〃Latest thing。 Over There； these days。 You were saying that I looked familiar？〃
〃Yes；〃 he agreed。 〃Where is Over There； anyway？ Where did you e from？ Where have you been？〃
〃I travel a lot；〃 I said。 〃You were going to tell me something a moment ago。〃
〃Yes；〃 he said。 〃We are a small clinic； and some time ago a fast…talking salesman persuaded the directors to invest in a puterized medical…records system。 If the area had developed more and we had expanded a lot； it might have been worthwhile。 Neither of these thin