“What do you mean?” she asked.
“You are now in a position to command the Pattern to transport you anywhere,” I explained. “So you could just have it deposit you back here again, or you could save yourself a long walk by having it return you to your suite right now. As much as I enjoy your company, I’d recommend the latter since you’re probably pretty tired. Then you can soak in a nice warm bath and take your time dressing for dinner. I’ll meet you in the dining room. Okay?”
I saw that she was smiling as she shook her head.
“I’m not going to waste an opportunity like this,” she said.
“Listen, I know the feeling,” I told her. “But I think you should restrain yourself. Rushing off someplace weird could be dangerous, and coming back could be tricky when you haven’t had any training in shadow walking.”
“It’s just sort of a will and expectation thing, isn’t it?” she asked. “You kind of impose images on the environment as you go along, don’t you?”
“It’s trickier than that,” I said. “You have to learn to capitalize on certain features as points of departure. Normally, one is accompanied on one’s first shadow walk by someone with experience — ”
“Okay, I get the idea.”
“Not enough,” I said. “Ideas are fine, but there’s feedback, too. There’s a certain feeling you get when it begins working. That can’t be taught. It has to be experienced — and until you’re sure of it, you should have someone along for a guide.”
“Seems like trial and error would do.”
“Maybe,” I answered. “But supposing you wound up in danger? That’d be a hell of a time to start learning. Kind of distracting — ”
“All right. You made your point. Fortunately, I’m not planning on anything that would put me in such a position.”
“What are you planning?”
She straightened and gestured widely.
“Ever since I learned about the Pattern, there’s been something I wanted to try if I got this far,” she said.
“What might that be?”
“I’m going to ask it to send me where I should go.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m going to leave the choice up to the Pattern.”
I shook my head.
“It doesn’t work that way,” I told her. “You have to give it an order to transport you.”
“How do you know that?”
“It’s just the way it works.”
“Have you ever tried what I’m saying?”
“No. Nothing would happen.”
“Has anyone you know of ever tried it?”
“It would be a waste of time. Look, you’re talking as if the Pattern is somehow sentient, is capable of coming to a decision on its own and executing it.”
“Yes,” she replied. “And it must know me real well after what I’ve just been through with it. So I’m just going to ask its advice and — ”
“Wait!” I said.
“Yes?”
“On the off chance that something happens, how do you plan on getting back?”
“I’ll walk, I guess. So you’re admitting that something could happen?”
“Yes,” I said. “It’s conceivable that you have an unconscious desire to visit a place, and that it will read that and take you there if you give a transport order. That won’t prove that the Pattern is sentient just that it’s sensitive. Now, if it were me standing them, I’d be afraid to take a chance like that. Supposing I have suicidal tendencies I’m not aware of? Or — ”
“You’re reaching,” she answered. “You’re really reaching.”
“I’m just counseling you to play it safe. You have your whole life to go exploring. It would be silly to — ”
“Enough!” she said. “My mind’s made up, and that’s it. It feels right. See you later, Merlin.”
“Wait!” I cried again. “All right. Do it if you must. But let me give you something first.”
“What?”
“A means of getting out of a tight spot in a hurry. Here.”
I withdrew my Trumps, shuffled out my own card. Then I unfastened my dagger and sheath from my belt. I wrapped my card around the haft and tied it there with my handkerchief.
“You have an idea how to use a Trump?”
“You just stare and think of the person till there’s contact, don’t you?”
“That’ll do,” I said. “Here’s mine. Take it with you. Call me when you want to come home, and I’ll bring you back.”
I tossed it out across the Pattern, underhand. She caught it easily and hung it on her belt on the side opposite her own.
“Thanks,” she said, straightening. “I guess I’ll give it a try now.”
“Just in case it really works, don’t stay long. Okay?”
“Okay,” she answered, and she closed her eyes.
An instant later she was gone. Oh, my.
I moved to the edge of the Pattern and held my hand above it until I could feel the forces stirring there.
“You’d better know what you’re doing,” I said. “I want her back.”
A spark shot upward and tickled my palm.
“You trying to tell me you’re really sentient?”
Everything swirled about me. The dizziness passed in an instant, and the first thing I noticed then was that the lantern was beside my right foot. When I looked about I realized that I was standing on the other side of the Pattern from where I had been and was now near the door.
“I was within your field and I’m already attuned,” I said. “It was just my unconscious desire to get out.”
Then I hefted the lantern, locked the door behind me, and hung the key back on its hook. I still didn’t trust the thing. If it had really wanted to be helpful, it would have sent me directly to my quarters and saved me all those stairs.
I hurried along the tunnel. It was by far the most interesting first date I’d ever had.
Chapter 6
As I passed out of the main hall and headed along the back hallway which would take me to any of a number of stairs, a fellow in black leathers and various pieces of rusty and shiny chain emerged from a corridor to my right, halted, and stared at me. His hair was of an orange Mohawk cut and there were several silver rings in his left ear near what looked like an electrical outlet of some sort.
“Merlin?” he said. “You okay?”
“For the moment,” I replied as I drew nearer, trying to place him, there in the dimness.
“Martin!” I said. “You’re… changed.”
He chuckled.
“I’m just back from a very interesting shadow,” he said. “Spent over a year there — one of those places where time runs like hell.”
“I’d judge — just guessing — that it was high-tech, urban…”
“Right.”
“I thought you were a country boy.”
“I got over it. Now I know why my dad likes cities and noise.”
“You a musician, too?”
“Some. Different sounds, though. You going to be at dinner?”
“I was planning on it. As soon as I get cleaned up and changed.”
“See you there, then. We’ve a lot, of things to talk about.”
“Sure thing, Cousin.”
He clasped my shoulder and released it as I passed. His grip was still strong.
I walked on. Before I’d gone very far, I felt the beginning of a Trump contact. I halted and reached quickly, figuring it was Coral wanting to return. Instead, my eyes met those of Mandor, who smiled faintly.
“Ah, very good,” he said. “You are alone and apparently safe.”
As things came clearer I saw that Fiona was standing beside him, standing very close as a matter of fact.
“I’m okay,” I said. “I’m back in Amber. You all right?”
“Intact,” he said, looking past me, though there was not much to see beyond wall and a bit of tapestry. “Would you care to come through?” I asked.