“I can’t believe this,” she said, becoming a flowerfaced cat and then a tree of green flame.
“Believe as you would,” Mandor told her. “He’s won.”
The tree flared through its autumn and was gone. Mandor nodded to me.
“I just hope you know what you’re doing,” he said.
“I know what I’m doing.”
“Take it however you would,” he said, “but if you need advice I’ll try to help you.”
“Thanks.”
“Care to discuss it over lunch?”
“Not just now.”
He shrugged and became a blue whirlwind.
“Till later then,” came the voice out of the whirlwind, before it blew away.
“Thanks, Ghost,” I said. “Your timing’s gotten a lot better.”
“Chaos has a weak left,” he replied.
I located fresh garments of silver, black, gray, and white. I took them back to Jurt’s apartments with me. I had a long story to tell.
We walked little-used ways, passing through Shadow, coming at length to the final battlefield of the Patternfall War. The place had healed itself over the years, leaving no indication of all that had transpired there. Corwin regarded it for a long while in silence.
Then he turned to me and said, “It’ll take some doing to sort everything out, to achieve a more permanent balance, to assure its stability.”
“Yes.”
“You think you can keep things peaceful on this end for a while?”
“That’s the idea,” I said. “I’ll give it my best shot.”
“That’s all any of us can do,” he said. “Okay, Random has to know what’s happened, of course. I’m not sure how he’s going to take having you as an opposite number, but that’s the breaks.”
“Give him my regards, and Bill Roth, too.”
He nodded.
“And good luck,” I said.
“There are still mysteries within mysteries,” he told me. “I’ll let you know what I find out, as soon as I have something.”
He moved forward and embraced me.
Then, “Rev up that ring and send me back to Amber.”
“It’s already revved,” I said. “Good-bye.”
“…And hello,” he answered, from the tail end of a rainbow.
I turned away then, for the long walk back to Chaos.