So I gave him all the rest of my tale. Partway through it, we adjourned to the kitchen for further sustenance, then took another way to a floating balcony above a lime-colored ocean breaking upon pink rocks and beaches under a twilit or otherwise indigo sky without stars. There, I finished my telling.
“This is more than a little interesting,” he said, at last.
“Oh? Do you see something in it all that I don’t?” I asked.
“You’ve given me too much to consider for me to give you a hasty judgment,” he said. “Let us leave it at that for now.”
“Very well.”
I leaned on the rail, looked down at the waters.
“You need rest,” he said after a time.
“I guess I do.”
“Come, I’ll show you to your room.”
He extended a hand and I took hold of it. Together, we sank through the floor.
And so I slept, surrounded by tapestries and heavy drapes, in a doorless chamber in the Ways of Suhuy. It might have been in a tower, as I could hear the winds passing beyond the walls. Sleeping, I dreamt…
I was back in the castle Amber, walking the sparkling length of the Corridor of Mirrors. Tapers flickered in tall holders. My footsteps made no sound. The mirrors came in all manner of shapes. They covered the walls at either hand, big ones, little ones. I passed myself within their depths, reflected, distorted, sometimes re-reflected…
I was halted before a tall, cracked mirror to my left, framed in tin. Even as I turned toward it I knew that it would not be me whom I regarded this time.
Nor was I mistaken. Coral was looking at me from out of the mirror. She had on a peach-colored blouse and was not wearing her eyepatch. The crack in the mirror divided her face down the middle. Her left eye was the green I remembered, her right was the Jewel of Judgment. Both seemed to be focused upon me.
“Merlin,” she said. “Help me. This is too strange. Give me back my eye.”
“I don’t know how,” I said. “I don’t understand what was done.”
“My eye,” she went on, as if she had not heard. “The world is all swarming forces in the Eye of Judgment, cold — so cold! — and not a friendly place. Help me!”
“I’ll find a way,” I said.
“My eye…” she continued.
I hurried by.
From a rectangular mirror in a wooden frame carved at its base in the form of a phoenix, Luke regarded me. “Hey, old buddy,” he said, looking slightly forlorn.
“I’d sure like to have my dad’s sword back. You haven’t come across it again, have you?”
“’Fraid not,” I muttered.
“It’s a shame to get to hold your present for such a short period of time. Watch for it, will you? I’ve a feeling it might come in handy.”
“I’ll do that,” I said.
“After all, you’re kind of responsible for what happened,” he continued.
“Right,” I agreed.
“…And I’d sure like to have it back.”
“Yeah,” I said, moving away.
A nasty chuckle emerged from a maroon-framed ellipse to my right. Turning, I beheld the face of Victor Melman, the shadow Earth sorcerer I had confronted back when my troubles were beginning.
“Son of perdition!” he hissed. “’Tis good to see you wander lost in Limbo. May my blood lie burning on your hands.”
“Your blood is on your own hands,” I said. “I count you as a suicide.”
“Not so!” he snapped back. “You slew me most unfairly.”
“Bullshit,” I answered. “I may be guilty of a lot of things, but your death is not one of them.”
I began to walk away, and his hand emerged from the mirror and clutched at my shoulder.
“Murderer!” he cried.
I brushed his hand away.
“Bugger off!” I said, and I kept going.
Then, from a wide, green-framed mirror with a greenish haze to the glass, Random hailed me from my left, shaking his head.
“Merlin! Merlin! What are you up to, anyway?” he asked. “I’ve known for some time that you haven’t been keeping me abreast of everything that’s afoot.”
“Well,” I replied, regarding him in an orange T-shirt and Levi’s; “that’s true, sir. Some things I just haven’t had time to go into.”
“Things that involve the safety of the realm — and you haven’t had time?”
“Well, I guess there’s something of a judgmental factor involved.”
“If it involves our safety, I am the one to do the judging.”
“Yes, sir. I realize that —”
“We have to have a talk, Merlin. Is it that your personal life is mixed with this in some way?”
“I guess that’s true —”
“It doesn’t matter. The kingdom is more important. We must talk.”
“Yes, sir. We will as soon as —”
“‘As soon as,’ hell! Now! Stop screwing around at whatever you’re up to and get your ass back here! We have to talk!”
“I will, as soon as —”
“Don’t give me that! It verges on the traitorous if you’re withholding important information! I need to see you now! Come home!”
“I will,” I said, and I hurried away, his voice joining a continuing chorus of the others, repeating their demands, their pleas, their accusations.
Out of the next one — circular, with a blue braided frame — Julia regarded me.
“And there you go,” she said, almost wistfully. “You knew I loved you.”
“I loved you, too,” I admitted. “It took me a long time to realize it. I guess I messed up, though.”
“You didn’t love me enough,” she said. “Not enough to trust me. And so you lost my trust.”
I looked away.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“Not good enough,” she responded. “Thus, we are become enemies.”
“It doesn’t have to be that way.”
“Too late,” she said. “Too late.”
“I’m sorry,” I repeated, and I hurried away.
Thus, I came to Jasra, in a red, diamond frame. Her bright-nailed hand reached out and caressed my cheek. “Going somewhere, dear boy?” she asked.
“I hope so,” I said.
She smiled crookedly and pursed her lips.
“I’ve decided you were a bad influence on my son,” she said. “He lost his edge when he became friends with you.”
“Sorry about that,” I said.
“…Which may make him unfit to rule.”
“Unfit or unwilling?” I asked.
“Whichever, it will be your fault.”
“He’s a big boy now, Jasra. He makes his own decisions.”
“I fear you’ve taught him to make the wrong ones.”
“He’s his own man, lady. Don’t blame me if he does things you don’t like.”
“And if Kashfa crumbles because you’ve softened him?”
“I decline the nomination,” I said, taking a step forward. It was good that I was moving, for her hand shot out, nails raking at my face, barely missing. She threw expletives after me as I walked away. Fortunately, they were drowned amid the cries of the others.
“Merlin?”
Turning to my right again I beheld the face of Nayda within a silver mirror, its surface and curled frame of a single piece.
“Nayda! What are you down on me for?”
“Nothing,” the ty’iga lady replied. “I’m just passing through, and I need directions.”
“You don’t hate me? How refreshing!”
“Hate you? Don’t be silly. I could never do that.”
“Everyone else in this gallery seems irritated with me.
“It’s only a dream, Merlin. You’re real, I’m real, and I don’t know about the others.”
“I’m sorry my mother put you under that spell to protect me — all those years ago. Are you really free of it now? If you’re not, perhaps I can —”
“I’m free of it.”
“I’m sorry you had so much trouble fulfilling its terms — not knowing whether it was Luke or me you were supposed to be guarding. Who’d have known there’d be two Amberites in the same neighborhood in Berkeley?”