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The shock was not severe； but it caused me to stumble。 I lay across Grayswandir。。。 My staff had fallen to the grass several paces away。 Rising to my knees； I saw that the color had gone out of her face； her eyes； her hair。 Her mouth shaped ghost words as her head turned； searching。 Sheathing Grayswandir； recovering my staff； I rose once again。 Her seeing passed through me and focused。 Her face grew smooth； she smiled； started forward。 I moved aside and turned； watching her run toward the man who approached； seeing her clasped in his arms； glimpsing his face as he bent it toward her own； lucky ghost； silver rose at the throat of his garment； kissing her； this man I would never know； silver on silence； and silver。。。
Walking away。。。 Not looking back。。。 Crossing the promenade。。。
The voice of Random： 〃Corwin； are you all right？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Anything interesting happening？〃
〃Later； Random。〃
〃Sorry。〃
And sudden； the gleaming stair before the palace grounds。。。 Up it； and a turn to the right。。。 Slow and easy now； into the garden。。。 Ghost flowers throb on their stalks all about me； ghost shrubs spill blossoms like frozen firework displays。 Sans colors； all。。。 Only the essentials sketched in； degrees of luminosity in silver the terms of their claim on the eye。 Only the essentials here。 Is Tir…na Nog'th a special sphere of Shadow in the real world； swayed by the promptings of the id … a full…sized projective test in the sky； perhaps even a therapeutic device？ Despite the silver。 I'd say； if this is a piece of the soul； the night is very dark。。。 And silent。。。
Walking。。。 By fountains； benches； groves； cunning alcoves in mazes of hedging。。。 Passing along the walks； up an occasional step； across small bridges。。。 Moving past ponds； among trees； by an odd piece of statuary； a boulder； a sundial （moondial； here？）； bearing to my right； pressing steadily ahead； rounding； after a time； the northern end of the palace； swinging left then； past a courtyard overhung by balconies； more ghosts here and there upon them； behind them； within。。。
Circling around to the rear； just to see the back gardens this way； again； for they are lovely by normal moonlight in the true Amber。
A few more figures； talking； standing。。。 No motion but my own is apparent。
。。。 And feel myself drawn to the right。 As one should never turn down a free oracle； I go。
。。。 Toward a mass of high hedging； a small open area within； if it is not overgrown。。。 Long ago there was。。。
Two figures； embracing； within。 They part as I begin to turn away。 None of my affair； but。。。 Deirdre。。。 One of them is Deirdre。 I know who the man will be before he turns。 It is a cruel joke by whatever powers rule that silver； that silence。。。 Back； back； away from that hedge。。。 Turning； stumbling； rising again； going； away； now； quickly。。。
The voice of Random： 〃Corwin？ Are you all right？〃
〃Later！ Damn it！ Later！〃
〃It is not too long till sunrise； Corwin。 I felt I had better remind you …〃
〃Consider me reminded！〃
Away； now； quickly。。。 Time； too； is a dream in Tir…na Nog'th。 Small fort； but better than none。 Quickly； now； away； going； again。。。
。。。 Toward the palace； bright architecture of the mind or spirit； more clearly standing now than the real ever did。。。 To judge perfection is to render a worthless verdict； but I must see what lies within。。。 This must be an end of sorts； for I am driven。 I had not paused to recover my staff from where it had fallen this time； among the sparkling grasses。 I know where I must go； what I must do。 Obvious now； though the logic which has seized me is not that of the waking mind。
Hurrying； climbing； up to the rearward portal。。。 The side…biting soreness es home again。。。 Across the threshold； in。。。
Into an absence of starshine and moonlight。 The illumination is without direction； seeming almost to drift and to pool； aimlessly。 Wherever it misses； the shadows are absolute； occulting large sections of room； hallway； closet； and stair。
Among them； through them； almost running now。。。 Monochrome of my home。。。 Apprehension overtakes me。。。 The black spots seem like holes in this piece of reality now。。。 I fear to pass too near。 Fall in and be lost。。。
Turning。。。 Crossing。。。 Finally。。。 Entering。。。 The throne room。。。 Bushels of blackness stacked where my eyes would drive down lines of seeing to the throne itself。。。
There； though； is movement。
A drifting； to my right； as I advance。
A lifting； with the drifting。
The boots on feet on legs e into view as forward pressing I near the place's base。
Grayswandir es into my hand； finding its way into a patch of light； renewing its eyetricking； shapeshifting stretch； acquiring a glow of its own。。。
I place my left foot on the step； rest my left hand on my knee。 Distracting but bearable； the throb of my healing gut。 I wait for the blackness； the emptiness； to be drawn； appropriate curtain for the theatrics with which I am burdened this night。
And it slides aside； revealing a hand； an arm； a shoulder； the arm a glinting； metallic thing； its planes like the facets of a gem； its wrist and elbow wondrous weaves of silver cable； pinned with flecks of fire； the hand； stylized； skeletal； a Swiss toy； a mechanical insect； functional； deadly； beautiful in its way。。。
And it slides aside； revealing the rest of the man。。。
Benedict stands relaxed beside the throne； his left and human hand laid lightly upon it。 He leans toward the throne。 His lips are moving。
And it slides aside； revealing the throne's occupant。。。
〃Dara！〃
Turned toward her right； she smiles； she nods to Benedict； her lips move。 I advance and extend Grayswandir till its point rests lightly in the concavity beneath her sternum。。。
Slowly； quite slowly； she turns her head and meets my eyes。 She takes on color and life。 Her lips move again； and this time her words reach me。
〃What are you？〃
〃No。 That is my question。 You answer it。 Now。〃
〃I am Dara。 Dara of Amber； Queen Dara。 I hold this throne by right of blood and conquest。 Who are you？〃
〃Corwin。 Also of Amber。 Don't move！ I did not ask who you are …〃
〃Corwin is dead these many centuries。 I have seen his tomb。〃
〃Empty。〃
〃Not so。 His body lies within。〃
〃Give me your lineage！〃
Her eyes move to her right； where the shade of Benedict still stands。 A blade has appeared in his new hand； seeming almost an extension of it； but he holds it loosely； casually。 His left hand now rests on her arm。 His eyes seek me in back of Grayswandir's hilt。 Failing； they go again to that which is visible … Grayswandir … recognizing its design。。。
〃I am the great…granddaughter of Benedict and the hellmaid Lintra； whom he loved and later slew。〃 Benedict winces at this； but She continues。 〃I never knew her。 My mother and my mother's mother were born in a place where time does not run as in Amber。 I am the first of my mother's line to bear all the marks of humanity。 And you； Lord Corwin； are but a ghost from a long dead past； albeit a dangerous shade。 How you came here； I do not know。 But it was wrong of you。 Return to your grave。 Trouble not the living。〃
My hand wavers。 Grayswandir strays no more than half an inch。 Yet that is sufficient。