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g that same instant。 There was a peculiar； timeless quality to the entire affair。 My velocity relative to what now seemed my target was enormous。 The little； twisted maze was growing； was resolving into what appeared a three…dimensional variation of the Pattern itself。 Punctuated by flares of colored light； it grew before me； still reminiscent of a bizarre galaxy half raveled in the middle of the ever…night； haloed with a pale shine of dust； its streamers posed of countless flickering points。 And it grew or I shrank； or it advanced or I advanced； and we were near； near together； and it filled all of space now； top to bottom； this way to that； and my personal velocity still seemed； if anything； to be increasing。 I was caught； overwhelmed by the blaze； and there was a stray streamer which I knew to be the beginning。 I was too close … lost； actually … to apprehend its over…all configuration any longer； but the buckling； the flickering； the weaving of all that I could see of it； everywhere about me； made me wonder whether three dimensions were sufficient to account for the senses…warping plexities with which I was confronted。 Rather than my galactic analogy； something in my mind shifted to the other extreme； suggesting the infinitely dimensioned Hilbert space of the subatomic。 But then； it was a metaphor of desperation。 Truly and simply； I did not understand anything about it。 I had only a growing feeling … Pattern…conditioned？ Instinctive？ … that I had to pass through this maze also to gain the new degree of power that I sought。
Nor was I incorrect。 I was swept on into it without any slackening of my apparent velocity。 I was spun and whirled along blazing ways； passing through substanceless clouds of glitter and shine。 There were no areas of resistance； as in the Pattern itself； my initial impetus seeming sufficient to bear me throughout。 A whirlwind tour of the Milky Way？ A drowning man swept among canyons of coral？ An insomniac sparrow passing over an amusement park of a July Fourth evening？ These my thoughts as I recapitulated my recent passage in this transformed fashion。
。。。 And out； through； over； and done； in a blaze of ruddy light that found me regarding myself holding the pendant beside the Pattern； then regarding the pendant； Pattern within it； within me； everything within me； me within it； the redness subsiding； down； gone。 Then just me； the pendant； the Pattern； alone； subject…object relationships reestablished … only an octave higher； which I feel is about the best way there is to put it。 For a certain empathy now existed。 It was as though I had acquired an extra sense； and an additional means of expression。 It was a peculiar sensation； satisfying。
Anxious to test it； I summoned my resolve once again and manded the Pattern to transport me elsewhere。
I stood then in the round room； atop the highest tower in Amber。 Crossing it； I passed outside； onto a very small balcony。 The contrast was powerful； ing so close to the supersensory voyage I had just pleted。 For several long moments I simply stood there； looking。
The sea was a study in textures； as the sky was partly overcast and getting on toward evening。 The clouds themselves showed patterns of soft brightness and rough shading。 The wind made its way seaward； so that the salt smell was temporarily denied me。 Dark birds dotted the air； swinging and hovering at a great distance out over the water。 Below me； the palace yards and the terraces of the city lay spread in enduring elegance out to Kolvir's rim。 People were tiny on the thoroughfares； their movements discountable。 I felt very alone。
Then I touched the pendant and called for a storm。
Chapter 4
Random and Flora were waiting in my quarters when I returned。 Random's eyes went first to the pendant； then to my own。 I nodded。
I turned toward Flora； bowing slightly。
〃Sister；〃 I said； 〃it has been a while； and then a while。〃
She looked somewhat frightened； which was all to the good。 She smiled and took my hand； though。
〃Brother；〃 she said。 〃I see that you have kept your word。〃
Pale gold； her hair。 She had cut it； but retained the bangs。 I could not decide whether I liked it that way or not。 She had very lovely hair。 Blue eyes； too； and tons of vanity to keep everything in her favorite perspective。 At times she seemed to behave quite stupidly； but then at other times I have wondered。
〃Excuse me for staring；〃 I said； 〃but the last time that we met I was unable to see you。〃
〃I am very happy that the situation has been corrected；〃 she said。 〃It was quite … There was nothing that I could do； you know。〃
〃I know；〃 I said； recalling the occasional lilt of her laughter from the other side of the darkness on one of the anniversaries of the event。 〃I know。〃
I moved to the window and opened it； knowing that the rain would not be ing in。 I like the smell of a storm。
〃Random； did you learn anything of interest with regard to a possible postman？〃 I asked。
〃Not really；〃 he said。 〃I made some inquiries。 No one seems to have seen anyone else in the right place at the right time。〃
〃I see；〃 I said。 〃Thank you。 I may see you again later。〃
〃All right；〃 he said。 〃I'll be in my quarters all evening； then。〃
I nodded； turned； leaned back against the sill； watched Flora。 Random closed the door quietly as he left。 I listened to the rain for half a minute or so。
〃What are you going to do with me？〃 she said finally。
〃Do？〃
〃You are in a position to call for a settlement on old debts。 I assume that things are about to begin。〃
〃Perhaps；〃 I said。 〃Most things depend on other things。 This thing is no different。〃
〃What do you mean？〃
〃Give me what I want； and we'll see。 I have even been known to be a nice guy on occasion。〃
〃What is it that you want？〃
〃The story。 Flora。 Let's start with that。 Of how you came to be my shepherdess there on that shadow； Earth。 All pertinent details。 What was the arrangement？ What was the understanding？ Everything。 That's all。〃
She sighed。
〃The beginning。。。〃 she said。 〃Yes。。。 It was in Paris； a party； at a certain Monsieur Focault's。 This was about three years before the Terror … 〃
〃Stop；〃 I said。 〃What were you doing there？〃
〃I had been in that general area of Shadow for approximately five of their years；〃 she said。 〃I had been wandering； looking for something novel； something that suited my fancy。 I came upon that place at that time in the same way we find anything。 I let my desires lead me and I followed my instincts。〃
〃A peculiar coincidence。〃
〃Not in light of all the time involved … and considering the amount of travel in which we indulge。 It was； if you like； my Avalon； my Amber surrogate； my home away from home。 Call it what you will； I was there； at that party； that October night； when you came in with the little redheaded girl … Jacqueline； I believe； was her name。〃
That brought it back； from quite a distance； a memory I hadn't called for in a long； long while。 I remembered Jacqueline far better than I did Focault's party； but there had been such an occasion。
〃Go ahead。〃
〃As I said；〃 she went on； 〃I was there。 You arrived later。 You caught my attention immediately； of course。 Still； if one exists for a sufficiently long period of time and travels considerably； one does occasionally encounter a person greatly resembling someone else one has known。 That was my first thought after the initial excitement faded。 Surely it had to be a double。 So much time had passed without a whisper。 Yet we all have secrets and good reasons for having them。 This could be one of yours。 So I saw that we were introduced and then had a devil of a time getting you away from that little redheaded piece for more than a few minutes。 And you insisted your name was Fenneval … Cordell Fenneval。 I grew uncertain。 I could not tell whether it was a double or you playing games。 The third possibility did cross my mind； though … that you had dwelled in some adjacent area of Shadow for a sufficient time to cast shadows of yourself。 I might have departed still wondering had not Jacqueline later boasted to me concerning your strength。 Now this is not the monest subject of conversation for a woman； and the way in which she said it led me to bel