Dad was still around, and when I noticed that he was getting into one of his grumpy moods, I decided it was time to take a walk. Anyhow, he's the least frameable."Īnyway, I was here in Amber some years ago. "Not bad," I said, "but I can't spare any more brothers at the moment. prisoner," he said, and something else that I couldn't make out. "Forget it, Random The reframing is out, too." Or, easiest of all, Brand could have called Dad himself. Julian, to look better than the rest of us and to score points with Dad. Caine would have gone out of curiosity, I think. Eric and Gerard were more the heroic types and would probably have welcomed the adventure. And if he did call Dad, he would look like a weakling. It occurred to me then that maybe one or more of the others had been responsible for his circumstances. I've exhausted my little gray cells, then." He looked like hell, and he seemed to be chained or tied to something. Then the face rearranged itself and I saw that I was right. The Jack said, "Random." Then its face blurred and it said, "Help me." I began getting a feel of the personality by then, but it was weak. "Plenty of noble Amberites around with possible motives. And there I was, staring at the Jack of Diamonds again, with the guy across from me not knowing whether to be mad at my long distraction or concerned that I might be having some sort of sick spell. Some sort of watch-thing, it seemed - too bright for me to make out its outline, to guess its proper size. And I remembered the presence coiled about the base of that tower.
Brand there in some sort of tower - a small point of stability in that flowing scene. Rocks that glided like sailboats across the land. It was far from Amber, somewhere where the shadows go mad. Then I saw the landscape - over his shoulder, out a window, over a battlement, I can't be sure. "Not the ones in charge of memory, I hope."
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