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across the land。 Brand there in some sort of tower … a small point of stability in that flowing scene。 I remembered it； all right。 And I remembered the presence coiled about the base of that tower。 Brilliant。 Prismatic。 Some sort of watch…thing； it seemed … too bright for me to make out its outline； to guess its proper size。 Then it all just went away。 Instant off。 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。
I closed up shop with that hand and went home。 I lay stretched out on my bed； smoking and thinking。 Brand had still been in Amber when I had departed。 Later； though； when I had asked after him； no one had any idea as to his whereabouts。 He had been having one of his melancholy spells； had snapped out of it one day and ridden off。 And that was that。 No messages either … either way。 He wasn't answering； he wasn't talking。
I tried to figure every angle。 He was smart； damn smart。 Possibly the best mind in the family。 He was in trouble and he had called me。 Eric and Gerard were more the heroic types and would probably have weled the adventure。 Caine would have gone out of curiosity； I think。 Julian； to look better than the rest of us and to score points with Dad。 Or； easiest of all； Brand could have called Dad himself。 Dad would have done something about it。 But he had called me。 Why？
It occurred to me then that maybe one or more of the others had been responsible for his circumstances。 If； say； Dad was beginning to favor him。。。 Well。 You know。 Eliminate the positive。 And if he did call Dad； he would look like a weakling。
So I suppressed my impulse to yell for reinforcements。 He had called me； and it was quite possible that I would be cutting his throat by letting anyone back in Amber in on the fact that he had gotten the message out。 Okay。 What was in it for me？
If it involved the succession and he had truly bee fair…haired； I figured that I could do a lot worse than give him this to remember me by。 And if it did not。。。 There were all sorts of other possibilities。 Perhaps he had stumbled onto something going on back home； something it would be useful to know about。 I was even curious as to the means he had employed for bypassing the Trumps。 So it was curiosity； I'd say； that made me decide to go it alone and try to rescue him。
I dusted off my own Trumps and tried reaching him again。 As you might expect； there was no response。 I got a good night's sleep then and tried one more time in the morning。 Again； nothing。 Okay； no sense waiting any longer。
I cleaned up my blade； ate a big meal； and got into some rugged clothes。 I also picked up a pair of dark； polaroid goggles。 Didn't know how they would work there； but that warden…thing had been awfully bright … and it never hurts to try anything extra you can think of。 For that matter； I also took a gun。 I had a feeling it would be worthless； and I was right。 But； like I said； you never know till you try。
The only person I said good…bye to was another drummer； because I stopped to give him my set before I left。 I knew he'd take good care of them。
Then I went on down to the hangar； got the sail plane ready； went aloft； and caught a proper current。 It seemed a neat way to do it。
I don't know whether you've ever glided through Shadow； but … No？ Well； I headed out over the sea till the land was only a dim line to the north。 Then I had the waters go cobalt beneath me； rear up and shake sparkly beards。 The wind shifted。 I turned。 I raced the waves shoreward beneath a darkening sky。 Texorami was gone when I returned to the rivermouth； replaced by miles of swamp。 I rode the currents inward； crossing and recrossing the river at new twists and kinks it had acquired。 Gone were the piers； the trails； the traffic。 The trees were high。
Clouds massed in the west； pink and pearl and yellow。 The sun phased from orange through red to yellow。 You shake your head？ The sun was the price of the cities； you see。 In a hurry； I depopulate … or； rather； go the elemental route。 At that altitude artifacts would have been distracting。 Shading and texture bees everything for me。 That's what I meant about gliding it being a bit different。
So； I bore to the west till the woods gave way to surface green； which quickly faded； dispersed； broke to brown； tan； yellow。 Light and crumbly then； splotched。 The price of that was a storm。 I rode it out as much as I could； till the lightnings forked nearby and I feared that the gusts were getting to be too much for the little glider。 I toned it down fast then； but got more green below as a result。 Still； I pulled it out of the storm with a yellow sun firm and bright at my back。 After a time； I got it to go desert beneath me again； stark and rolling。
Then the sun shrank and strands of cloud whipped past its face； erasing it bit by bit。 That was the shortcut that took me farther from Amber than I had been in a long while。
No sun then； but the light remained； just as bright but eerie now； directionless。 It tricked my eyes； it screwed up perspective。 I dropped lower； limiting my range of vision。 Soon large rocks came into view； and I fought for the shapes I remembered。 Gradually； these occurred。
The buckling； flowing effect was easier to achieve under these conditions； but its production was physically disconcerting。 It made it even more difficult to judge my effectiveness in guiding the glider。 I got lower than I thought I was and almost collided with one of the rocks。 Finally； though； the smokes rose and flames danced about as I remembered them … conforming to no particular pattern； just emerging here and there from crevasses； holes； cave mouths。 Colors began to misbehave as I recalled from my brief view。 Then came the actual motion of the rocks … drifting； sailing； like rudderless boats in a place where they wring out rainbows。
By then； the air currents had gone crazy。 One updraft after another； like fountains； I fought them as best I could； but knew I could not hold things together much longer at that altitude。 I rose a considerable distance； forgetting everything for a time while trying to stabilize the craft。 When I looked down again； it was like viewing a free…form regatta of black icebergs。 The rocks were racing around； clashing together； backing off； colliding again； spinning； arcing across the open spaces； passing among one another。 Then I was slammed about； forced down； forced up … and I saw a strut give way。 I gave the shadows their final nudge； then looked again。 The tower had appeared in the distance； something brighter than ice or aluminum stationed at its base。
That final push had done it。 I realized that just as I felt the winds start a particularly nasty piece of business。 Then several cables snapped and I was on my way down … like riding a waterfall。 I got the nose up； brought it in low and wild； saw where we were headed； and jumped at the last moment。 The poor glider was pulverized by one of those peripatetic monoliths。 I felt worse about that than I did about the scrapes； rips； and lumps I collected。
Then I had to move quickly； because a hill was racing toward me。 We both veered； fortunately in different directions。 I hadn't the faintest notion as to their motive force； and at first I could see no pattern to their movements。 The ground varied from warm to extremely hot underfoot； and along with the smoke and occasional jets of flame； nasty…smelling gases were escaping from numerous openings in the ground。 I hurried toward the tower； following a necessarily irregular course。
It took a long while to cover the distance。 Just how long； I was uncertain； as I had no way of keeping track of the time。 By then； though； I was beginning to notice some interesting regularities。 First； the larger stones moved at a greater velocity than the smaller ones。 Second； they seemed to be orbiting one another … cycles within cycles within cycles； larger about smaller； none of them ever still。 Perhaps the prime mover was a dust mote or a single molecule … somewhere。 I had neither time nor desire to indulge in any attempt to determine the center of the affair。 Keeping this in mind； I di