Zeta watched the performance with the note and blinked a couple of time, "of course, my lady," she apologized, "how stupid of me.  I wasn't thinking."

 

Duke Hendrake nodded, "We will be stopping before journey's end I am sure, Lady Ryoden.  And Lady Zeta, given the majority of our party, your question was understandable."

 

The next to emerge were Anthony, Mandor and Antonia Sawall and Eleanor Chanicut.  The two ladies were helped into the carriage.  Anthony and Mandor fetched two fine steeds from the stables then mounted up.  Finally, Corwin emerged and a bay mare with a white mark on her forehead was brought to him.  He too mounted his steed then with a nod to Richard waited patiently as an honor guard of Knights of the Rose formed up around the party. The slow progress through Tintagel began...

 

Flavel held the reins of his horse loosely as he pondered the latest exchanges between Ryoden and Zeta.  He hoped his brief look of shock wasn't noticed while Zeta apologized in excruciating detail. 

 

Obviously the Courts have a different outlook on apologies. Or maybe the Lady Ryoden outranks Lady Zeta.  Does Zeta know she's an Amberite Princess?  I've got to visit the Courts soon if I'm going to work with these people.  Their customs are catching me off guard.

 

He spurred his horse gently and eventually paralleled Count Anthony's steed.  He looked over at his father and said, "I trust you slept well?"

 

Anthony smiled, "Very well, thank you Flavel. And how did you enjoy the evening?"

 

"Visions, secrets, blunders, and camaraderie...most informative, and as a whole, quite agreeable. I'm leaving many a mystery behind but-" he shrugged, "I have something to look forward to if I pass this way again."

 

Anthony smiled, "They have a very good school here of sorcery. You may wish to study here.  It does sound as if you've had a busy evening.  Care to expand on any of it?"

Aye, a good school and your friends with Corwin.  I would be well observed if I were to reside there.  Do the advantages of such an education outweigh the disadvantages?  I might only have time for a fast shadow scholarship as quickly as events move.

 

"I hope to expand on much of it."  Flavel smiled tightly at Anthony and switched to gutter Latin in an effort to afford some privacy. "Some of the discoveries were quite...personal. There is much to learn from friends and there is something you should know.  One of the members of the White Flame Court is a friend of mine," he paused.  "The idea of learning sorcery deserves serious consideration in light of Apollo's mark."

 

Anthony chuckled, "You have been busy. Which member would that be?"

Do I drop her name in this crowd?  For that matter, what is Anthony’s relationship to the Roman realm? Am I betraying a confidence?  Best approach this diagonally.  Or better yet deflect the subject.

 

"One of my cousins I think.  It's difficult to determine the relation as I haven't yet traced my family tree to satisfaction.  And yourself?  Did you find equal enjoyment in last night's festivities?"

 

Anthony smiled, "It was certainly interesting to observe.  And as I understand it, on the one hand, the lady is a cousin.  On the other tree, an owl sits on that branch.  Interesting creatures owls don't you think?"

 

Flavel looked around, "Owl? Are you speaking figuratively?" Another thought crossed his mind, I did not mention Shado's gender yet he called this would be cousin a lady...

 

Anthony laughed softly, "I'd hate to think you were physically related to an avian."

 

"I've seen stranger mixes then avian," Flavel replied as he recalled Salome dancing on fire. "though I am in agreement.  Avian ancestory doesn't appeal to me."  Flavel continued to look around casually.

 

Where's this silly owl he's talking about or is he speaking rings around me again?

 

Anthony continued softly, "When dealing with Lords of Creation, you are dealing with makers of myth.  Who is to say where your lady ends and Minerva begins? Or vice-versa.  Think on that and wonder about the others in that pantheon."

 

 Flavel recalled what he could of Minerva. Divine sponsor of warriors and heroes, war and wisdom. The other major roman dieties that would throw long shadows might include Apollo, Bacchus, Ceres, Diana, Juno, Jupiter, Mars, Mercury, Neptune, Pluto, Venus, Vulcan... The list goes on and is long. Probably only 15 major ones in any given shadow. Of course a minor one barely mentioned in one shadow could be quite prominent in another so maybe all of them are representations.

 

He shook his head at such musings. "Yes, I have heard of the myth concept that we can project. I have a pet theory in regards to prophecies.  We cast shadows throughout shadows and where time runs faster then what we experience we may perceive this as affect preceding cause and so we say it is prophecy.  Unfortunately, each shadow has a different take on what may or may not be."  He shrugged, "Pick your favorite ending.  Still there is much of value in what you say.  Most shadows run close to the personality of those they represent.  This may provide a tool in dealing with those we can identify as being represented in myth.”

 

Anthony nodded approvingly, "Good. Now why do you think you have Apollo's mark?"

 

Flavel laughed, "I am NOT the far darter.  I think everyone has one or two attributes that could be considered similar to a mythic-"  He cut himself off as he seemed to consider something.  "I notice you have the mark as well.  More to the point there are several with this blemish.  Apollo was only one person."

 

Anthony chuckled too, "True.  How many children can one mythic figure have though?  And how many bloodlines create in the process?"

 

"That's one I can answer. As many as he wants. Though I'm a little fuzzy on what children

 Apollo had according to myth.  I'm afraid that pantheon is as convoluted as anything in Amber."

 

Anthony smiled, "What better people to have as priests than one's own descendants?"

 

"Makes for a nice looking united front to outsiders I agree."

 

Maybe this is a collection of royal families.  Each house representing a different mythical being.  I should ask Shado about this sometime.  I wonder if the Courts of Chaos operate in similar fashion….

 

Anthony nodded, "Indeed. However Cronus is dead and Jupiter now seeks his Juno.  Distinct problem, though, when Cronus only had one daughter..."

 

Flavel looked at Anthony with a touch of amusement. "For a mythical realm you do keep well

informed."  He closed his eyes briefly, "I believe there is a monumental danger when a person begins to believe their own myths.  They cease to be their own person, and instead become a thing.  By always attempting to complete prophecies we...may create a vicious temporal circle and lose control of our own sanity and freewill."  Flavel fell silent briefly pondering, Maybe.  I must speak with Sand sometime about this.  She's got metaphysical philosophies down to a science.

"I am Flavel, you are Count Anthony, and she is Shadonia Livia Ceasar. Not Minerva."

 

Anthony nodded, a pleased look in his eye, "Very good.  And now, you also see why the current Emperor may not be entirely stable." He went quiet for a moment then said, "You know, I am reminded of myself in your actions of late.  I only hope you have the same success as I did with the cause of the change."

 

Flavel coughed and made an absent warding gesture with a hand, "There are many issues about us."  Who Flavel included in the word "us" seemed ambiguous.  Did he mean Flavel and Anthony or Flavel and Shado? or perhaps the party and the crows flying overhead.  All, one or more or none of these could be true.  "We are dandelion seeds, we float on the air, and we reap the whirlwind."

 

Anthony looked ahead into the far distance, "It's easier than you think to find roots, my son."

 

Flavel went to reply but stopped as he heard Ryoden exclaim, "You're what I've been looking!  I don't need Flavel anymore!  I can use you!"  He turned and watched as she clapped her hands,  laughed, and said something more in a quieter voice.  He turned back to Anthony.  Blinked several times at what he had witnessed registered then began laughing.  Between laughs he said, "Some things I just don't have the guts to find out."

 

Ryoden…Now theres a scary lady.  Are all scientists crazy by nature?

 

Anthony laughed softly, "The Minobees have always had a rather interesting and well-deserved reputation. Now what was it you were going to say?"

 

His chuckles subsided.  "I have enough for now.  Duties to Amber, and soon enough House Sawall.  In between there’s quite a bit that requires my attention.  I don't need roots, I need time, and..." all trace of mirth fled from his face, "the lady is a friend."

 

Anthony smiled slightly, "You remind me of someone I once knew.  He was determined not to have roots either.  However, two things happened that prevented that from being the case." He looked off into the distance again and for a fleeting moment, Flavel was reminded again of the old, patrician tutor.  His father seemed almost weary, even though he sits straight and poised as ever.  In a voice edged with wry amusement, Anthony continued, "The first was that he chose one side over another and so lost something very precious which he could never get back.  The second was that he let an irritating little redhead get under his skin."  Anthony grinned "Admittedly, that was not without its advantages."

 

An electric eye paired up with a lie detector.   A formidable combination indeed.  If he would describe his position perhaps it would be best to state mine.

 

"I would like to think I am on both sides, all sides, or no sides at all.  The winds of change can sometimes force our hand though and it's impossible to act without it benefiting some and depriving others. But I have some theories that have worked so far.  How long I can continue to follow them is suspect.  It does tend to make for an unusual lifestyle for our kind."

 

Anthony smiled, "Unusual is one way of putting it.  So how long do you think you can continue in this manner?"

 

Somewhere between forever and eternity sounds good.

 

"If I have a choice in the matter it will be when I have discerned the cause and affect of my own actions.  Where I've come from and where I go to."  Flavel shrugged, "Besides, it's mostly a lifestyle choice and a fairly innocuous one at that.  It's not like I torture shadow dwellers as a hobby."

 

Anthony nodded, his expression strange, brooding almost, "If you had a single question of me, what would it be?  I'm just curious.  So often we talk in circles after all in the Courts."

 

He’s fishing for who I am…what bait shall I offer?

 

Flavel arched an eyebrow. "A single question? From the man so soon I know as my father?  Nay, it would be a flurry of questions I would think.  A single question would but point you towards what I feel a priority.  That in itself colors my thinking en passant."  He smiled at his father and before the Count could reply he asked, "Why did you marry?"

 

Anthony smiled, "Because your mother and I love each other."

 

Flavel returned the Counts smile, "It must be wonderful to have found love.  I would wish you the best, but you already have that I think."  Was that a slip of syntax? I'm sure he meant loved not love.  Interesting. 

 

Anthony smiled slightly, "One thing to remember, Flavel.  Politics is a means to an end, not an end in itself.  That way lies paranoia."

 

This would mean more to me, father, if I wasn’t on my way to a cousin’s funeral.

 

Flavel barked a laugh, "Paranoia: Extreme, irrational distrust of others.  I would grant you the extreme, but not the irrational, and if I could change the weather, I too, would be as light as a

feather."

 

Anthony nodded and looked ahead, "So what current mysteries do you investigate?  Perhaps I might be of some assistance."

You must be joking!  Who are you really? No, I can’t voice that.  Something more gentle. 

 

"There are many mysteries worthy of investigation.  I would welcome your advice and assistance. If I may be permitted a rain-check in regards your offer I would be most appreciative.  No offense, but I need to determine Amber's relationship with house Sawall.  I would hate to place you in a compromised position through any ignorance on my part."

 

Anthony nodded, "You can always come back to me for advice and assistance.  There is no time limit on that.  You show good caution."

 

"Your offer is priceless to me.  My thanks."  Flavel rode silently for a time.  Briefly, his eyes appeared to vibrate in small rapid movements.  In a sudden gesture his head turned sharply to Anthony.  "There is one area I am currently investigating that is open to speculation.  Any and all data concerning Arielle."

 

Anthony nodded, "That I can help you with.  What do you have so far?"

 

Flavel tranced briefly, "Arielle is mother to Shado and Julia. She was briefly Julian's lover and their union begat Shado.  Arielle was the adopted daughter of Oberon whom the king found as a little girl somewhere in shadow.  She never possessed Pattern.  She returned to the realm of the White Flame where she had Julia by way of Marcus Ariellus."

 

Anthony though for a moment, "Alright, most of what you have is correct.  Let me make a couple of corrections and some additions though.  As far as I know, Arielle only ever had the one child and that was Shado, to Julian.  Arielle was also brought to this realm as I understand from the realm of the White Flame.  In all likelihood, she was a second cousin to the late Emperor Marcus Augustus as am I."  Anthony paused then added, "One thing I do know about Arielle.  Despite her outer appearance, she was deeply disturbed.  The glyph she carried was that of Nemesis.  One is not generally born with such a symbol."

 

Flavel frowned, How was Arielle disturbed?  Wrong question; immaterial.  Why did Arielle carry the stamp of divine justice?  Wrong queston; everyone has to have something.  Why did Oberon want to bring a disturbed child from the Court of the White Flame to the Kingdom of Amber who happened to also have Nemesis's glyph carved into her flesh? Bingo! We have a winner. Who would know?  Oberon obviously but we don't talk.  Marcus probably except he's quite dead.  Julian most likely but this would evolve into quite a conversation.  Anthony would've already told me, or maybe he's using a stopwatch to time how long it takes me to figure this out. He's quite far removed from Amber politics, but his connections to the White Flame might give him access to this kind of information.  Think!  What was it?  A hostage exchange on a grander scale?  If so, who disappeared in that time frame?  Impossible to even guesstimate this without accurate historical records.  I can't recall any young amberite just up and disappearing completely.  It would've been hidden anyways.  Back up and reassess.  Wait a minute!  There's a deeper question….  "Was there a relationship between Oberon and Marcus?"

 

Anthony smiled wryly, "Mutual benefit.  By rights, Marcus did not stand to inherit the throne. Two stood before him.  One was the infant Arielle.  At that time, she bore the glyph of Juno."

Flavel clutched his hair momentarily, "Discordia's bones this is confusing!  So with Arielle's removal to Amber, Marcus was one step closer to acquiring the empire..." his voice trailed off. Was Oberon playing power politics with another realm? Stupid question. There are no innocents amongst heads of state. The only innocents are the children.   "...and when you sew the wind, be prepared to reap the whirlwind."

 

Anthony nodded, "For what it is worth, I understand Marcus made a good Emperor.  And Oberon got what he wanted in time."

 

"They do seem well versed in getting what they want.  In this instance they may have acquired more then they bartered for.  If I may ask, who was the other individual that Marcus managed to leap over?"

 

Anthony glanced at Flavel for a moment then replied quietly, "Me."

 

Not trusting himself to speak, Flavel merely nodded.  If his thinking was any louder, clicking and whirling noises would probably be heard.

 

So, both Arielle and Anthony were diverted.  If Arielle was a baby and Anthony recalled all this then he was senior…was he first in line to the throne?  Did he abdicate or was he dispossessed of his inheritance? Probably the latter if Arielle is any precedent, though either possibility is probable.  But if Quintus is overthrown who inherits?  Arielle is dead and Anthony seems settled here.  What are the rights of succession in the Realm of the White Flame?  If primogeniture is in effect that leaves Shado or….

 

Anthony looked slightly amused then whispered, "Trump me should you wish to continue this topic of discussion."

 

"Indeed, that might be best. I...I have much to ponder and sort through.  I'm sure to have questions, but nothing comes to me at the moment."  He looked out along the road and at the expanses of countryside.

 

That was patently a lie, but in truth, what could I say?

 

Anthony nodded and moved his horse away slightly, giving his son physical space in which to consider matters.  One thing struck him.  What if the current Emperor of the White Flame, like his father before him, would see no other heirs before him?  And would the children of either Arielle or Anthony even count as such?...And that, Flavel realized, would go a long way to explain why he and Faile were hidden away in Shadow.  Neither parent wanted the Courts of Chaos nor Amber to influence the children completely.  But without that security the next best thing would be anonymity.  Benedict, for all his resources, might not be aware of the realm next door.  That would explain his actions upon his discovery of Faile for when he spoke long there was no mention of the White Flame.  I could be wrong about this but only in variation, not substance.  It's beginning to come together at last.  Flavel looked over at Anthony, nodded once, and continued riding.

 

Flavel looked around at the various people in the entourage.  Most appeared either conversing in their various cliches or asleep.  He spied the two demons riding behind Corwin and Ishmaela. With a shrug he guided his mount over to them.  How does one address demons anyways?  He considered the matter briefly, When in doubt the simplist approach is often the best.  As he approached closely he said, "Hello. I don't believe we've been introduced. I'm Prince

Flavel."

The larger of the two demons replied in a voice like gravel in a deep, deep cavern, "I am the Agaku." Up close, Flavel saw the demon's sheer bulk was all muscle and claws with eyes of a red color.  The other demon, smaller and slimmer with bright blue eyes, added in a quiet, musical voice "How may we help you, your Highness?"

 

Flavel smiled and replied, "I'm not really in need of any help.  It's just that I've not had much opportunity to meet everyone and was hoping to make your acquaintances.  Up until recently, it was only with enormous rarity that I've had the pleasure of meeting people with your...unique perspective; and then it was mostly business I think."

 

The smaller demon nodded and Agaku asked, "How have you met demonkind in the past?"

 

Flavel nodded, "Maybe a dozen years ago.  It's hard to say as I was near shadowstorms and time runs wild near such places.  I met a pair of demons named Isildor and Iodre.  A curious pair indeed."

 

Agaku listened intently then asked, "What was their clan?"

 

Flavel looked confused for a moment. "I have no idea as their clans. They never mentioned any affiliation.  I think they were in something other then there true forms.  If such a thing exists in respect to your kind.  In truth, I was unaware that Demons even had clans."

 

The smaller demon replied softly, "Most demons from the Courts belong to a clan.  Each clan tends to specialize in one field."  She paused then added, "Also, most are affiliated to a House. Sometimes this is voluntary, sometimes it is not."

 

(missed something here)

 

The smaller demon smiled, "That is a matter of debate.  It is that demonkind is the older race. Some say that the Lords of Chaos were demons who chose to take on the Logrus and so changed."

 

"An interesting speculation.  A person could wonder if any demon then might essay that artifact. But with all changes, something is lost and something gained.  Perhaps the demons were wiser to remain true and pure to their ancestral identity.  The wheels turns.  The sky changes color.  Even such things as bondage and freedom come and go.  I think alignment with power is to take the tiger by the tail.  It's a wonderful ride, but you can never let go.  A form of bondage to fate even crueler then the most demanding of Lords."

 

Agaku almost growled the response, "Few Lords are forced to live in hells for others' amusement, or be whipped on a whim."

 

Twice now I’ve spoken with demons and each time the issue of bondage has been raised.  Is there rebellion in the wind?  How do I defuse this?

 

Flavel shrugged, "Do demons experience hell within their own minds, discover their souls have become twisted into ruin, or lose their identity to cosmic power?  I'm not belittling your pain Agaku.  I think suffering misery on those we have in our power diminishes both master and slave.  I would prefer most any other kind of relationship then total power or complete helplessness.  Without balance and equilibrium there is no harmony."

 

Agaku nodded, "You are a Sawall." and glanced at the smaller demon.  She shrugged in a way that seems familiar to Flavel, though he couldn’t quite place it.  She smiled, "By that we mean, the Sawalls understand pain and rarely inflict it."

 

You lie!  No house would be accused of this.  Bondage and abuse would have to be the product of individuals.  No house, I think, would stand well such publicity.  But what can I expect?  They are bound in service in some fashion to House Sawall.  I would not speak ill of my masters either.  Twice now these demons spoke of bondage, and they were both in the House of Sawall….

 

"Thank you both.  I've only recently discovered my Sawall family.  Hearing they empathize with others is a good sign."

 

The smaller demon laughed lightly, "Your House is known for its politicians.  Part of that is their charm."

 

Such ingratiating ways…depreciation is called for.

 

Flavel grinned ruefully, "Yeah, so I've heard.  We do seem very adroit in the arts of posturing and communication.  As long as nobody punches us in the nose we stand all powerful."

 

The smaller demon chuckled merrily, "I take it you haven't met Duke Grimble yet?"

 

Note:  Duke Grimble is deadly.

 

"Nah, my visit in House Sawall was too brief for that.  Besides, I'm beginning to think it useful escaping the attentions of presiding political authorities."

 

The small demon looked curious, "Really? Why so?"

 

Tartarus unbound!  Now I’ve done it.

 

Flavel paused momentarily as a passing thought crowded his attention. If everyone in the Courts is a shape shifter, how do you ever know who your really talking to?  I must tread carefully.

 

"Authority has difficulty controlling and directing assets that are not within it's notice.  The longer I'm unnoticed, the better I can remain flexible.  Flexibility is very important to me as rapidly unfolding events require a lot of...maneuverability on my part."

 

Flavel noticed Mandor watching discretely and strangely, his attention seemed more focussed on the small demon.  She nodded, "Flexibility is always a useful quality, especially in the Courts."

 

Alright, what's going on now?  Flavel asked the small demon, "Have we met before?"

 

The small demon shook her head, "I don't believe so. Why do you ask?"

 

Flavel shrugged, "Your eyes...they reminded me of somebody." He sighed briefly and went on to say, "I guess the older I become the more everyone reminds me of someone I knew before."

 

The smaller demon nodded, "An occupational hazard I believe for the longer lived.  Now, if you will excuse me, the Agaku and I must attend to the Lady's security."

 

Mandor you terminated this conversation…why?

 

If Flavel had doubts as to Mandor's position, the smaller demon's reply dispelled them. He nodded his farewell to the security detail and moved away.  Looking in Mandor's direction he donned his Verace X53 sunglasses, and smiled briefly.

 

We must speak someday Mandor.   But not today.  You left when I said hello at the party the other night.  I would know more about you before cross wits.  Perhaps you think the same as you stand back and move pieces around me.

 

Flavel saw Andrew beckon him over, his expression friendly.  He guided his mount over to Andrew and Ryoden. "I trust your both enjoying the journey?" he said with a smile.

 

Andrew nodded, "We are thank you, Flavel.  Ryoden has an idea for an experiment we thought you might like to aid with."

 

Flavel nodded and turned to look at Ryoden.  His sunglasses masking much of his expression. "Do tell."

 

Ryoden nodded and grinned broadly. "I'll have to have you bleed... Or maybe spit.  But I think blood is much better, don't you? Cleaner. Stronger."

 

You’ve got to be joking.

 

Flavel looked in Ryoden's direction for the space of a couple heart beats. "I'd like to hear the particulars."

 

"Well, it would really help me quite a bit if I could have some of your blood and such and then have you wander off for a bit so I can track you... Of course, I'd build the tracker first, so you wouldn't be off wandering waiting to be found when nothing is even looking... That would just be silly."

 

Flavel looked at Ryoden.  She got the feeling that behind his glasses he might be staring. "Lady...I'm confused. Why would I want you to create a device that would allow you to track me?"

 

"Because it can help us find Math's friends! And you're so smart, you can help on the design... And of course, getting me parts. But these won't be silly, you know." She gave him a stern look. "No flags and such."

 

Flavel stared at Ryoden a moment longer, "...and Andrew concurs with this request?"

 

Ryoden nodded. "Oh, yes. Poor Math... He's gone through so much.  I'd like to find his friends for him... Plus, they were Corwin's friends too, and he's an Amberite, you know.  Maybe they remember favors."

 

This is insane!  Do Chaosites actually trust each other to such a degree? But the Lady Ryoden does have a point.  Painful as it is.  I cannot slight Corwin.  She’s trapped me.  But I will remember this.

 

(ask for Flavel’s response from Katie C.  You e-mailed it to her a while back)

The dawn sunlight filtered softly through the green canopy of the leafy boughs high above their heads.  Following a quiet breakfast in the lodge set aside for his guests by Julian, the delegation from Tintagel and Chaos again gathered.  All now rode, even Be and Etienne for whom Julian had found unusually steadfast horses.  At the head of the procession rode Julian, for once in black scale mail.  At his left and right rode Ardinn and Shado respectively, all three helmeted in addition to the dark armour they all wore.  Behind them rode Duke Hendrake, Duke Helgram and Prince Corwin.  Then followed the younger Princes of Amber and the lower ranked nobles of Chaos in order of rank.  Finally, an honor guard of the Rangers, including Duncan's own company, grim faced and sad.  At last, all were ready and the procession made its slow way towards Amber...

 

And who is this fresh face next to me now?

 

Near from Be, Flavel rode a gray, dappled stallion.  The horse's colors providing an odd match to the black trimmed gray garments that he wore for the funeral procession.  Looking over to Be, Flavel said, "I have never before ridden with so many lords and ladies.  So much reality at hand. I wonder how we must look from a distance."

 

With a glance up into the air, Bezan replied, "To that hawk, we might look like a black centipede working it's way slowly through the forest.  I've met the indigenous creatures of this forest once though.  I think we look like well-wrapped lunch to them.  I just hope they don't like black packaging."

 

Flavel glanced up in the air at the hawk, "Some of the denizens of Arden are dangerous tis true. But the rangers flank us and anything with an ounce of wit would think twice before tackling us. There must be prey that is less formidable to be found.  I would say that which stalks us lies further afield.  Though no less dangerous."

 

Be sighed, "I know.  It's probably just the atmosphere of the funeral. Makes me a bit jumpy."

 

They rode on for a few minutes, then Be asked, "Are you going to attend those talks that are supposed to be held after the funeral?"

 

Flavel nodded, "I will be in attendance at the treaty negotiations.  My presence was...requested. It seems Oberon wanted an independent observer at the precedings." What he will get may be another thing entirely...  He hazarded a smile, "And you?  Will you also be present?"

 

Rubbing his bald scalp, Be finally nodded too. "I think so.  I'm in this more than I knew at the beginning, so it's probably good to keep informed on what is happening all over.  I don't know if I'm going to be able to offer any good advice, but I'll be there." 

 

The slow procession continued and after a few moments, Be asked again, "Did you know the deceased at all?"

 

Flavel shook his head, a stray gust of wind caused his silvery white lock of hair to shimmer across his head.  "Not at all. I've been involved in my own affairs in deepest shadow.  It was only recently that I was called back to Amber due to...new developments.  Duncan and I had different callings.  What about yourself?"

 

"I didn't know him either, no." Be answered. "It just strikes me how big the attention is on this funeral and yet not many people here knew him that well.  But a lot of things have been strange since I first got told that I had more family than I thought at first.“  Be smiled a small thin line and looked back at Flavel. "Did you grow up here in Amber?"

 

"No," Flavel replied easily. "I was raised in a shadow of the Roman Empire.  I spent several months in Amber when I came of age and then spent most of my time elsewhere.  Wanderlust you know.  I've come back occasionally, a week here and there.  Mostly when I've had to.  Up until the last couple of weeks, I could honestly say I knew none of my cousins, excepting Loryn which seems something of a mute point now."  He eyed Bezan speculatively, "But here I am talking about nothing but me.  I must bore you to tears with such discourse.  Tell me about yourself if you would.  Where are you from?  What do you do?"

 

"Hardly boring." Be said and he smiled a rare genuine smile to the man.  "But fair is fair.  What I do is a bit of a mystery to myself too.  I have been many things; Slave, Fashion designer, Fugitive, Conjurer, Sorcerer and lately Bodyguard.  None of these however I would count as my profession.  I'm a professional survivor I think."  Be heaved a sigh and then continued.  "As where I'm from, that's almost as diverse as my jobs; Rhomsagur, Earth, Amber, you name it, I probably have relatives there or lived there.  Again, I don't call anything home these days, but Amber has made a lasting impression on me, so I might use it as my 'base of operations', so to speak, for the coming time.  There's a lot that’s gonna happen, and I guess I won't stay here long though."

 

Flavel chuckled, "Professional survivor.  Excellent occupation to have.  Especially in these times I would think."

 

I like this Bezan.  Perhaps I should not, but there it is.

 

He paused for a moment as he spied a deer in the woods, "One of these days I should learn something of Sorcery and Conjuration.  Seems like all the cerebral folk have some proficiency in the arts."

 

Never hurts to offer a compliment…

 

Be shrugged, "For me it was just another tool to use in my survival.  Kathy taught me the rudiments of sorcery, but I still have to get to grips with it.  One thing I don't really know that much about is something that keeps rearing its' head in conversations is pattern.  Is having pattern such a big deal?"

 

Another person new to Amber! 

Flavel's eyes widened slightly, "Having pattern is the biggest deal there is." He said flatly. "Nothing else comes close."

 

Be nodded, "I surmised as much.  But when you're born blind, you don't know what seeing is until you can see.  I've heard many and wildly varying things about it though, so maybe a simple question can give me more answers: What is the pattern?  I've only recently heard that it's something more real than just a philosophy or a power."

 

What the hell, might as well give him an anvil and see how he swims.

 

Flavel grinned, "There are four components to reality friend.  Element, form, condition, and power.  Alternatively, you may consider them Matter, Space, Time, and Energy depending on your views.  The pattern is part of the condition rune.  It represents Law.  It's opposite is the Logrus, that being Chaos.  It's physics personified.  It embodies the natural laws of every shadow. By walking the Pattern, those of Amber blood become a part of these natural laws.  With concentration, we influence the laws like a lawyer.  Sometimes we even change the laws as we see fit."

 

Be's eyebrows raised and lowered themselves into a thinking frown.  Long moments passed before the final verdict on the information just passed to him falls:  "Wow!"  Another moment passe as he searched for a reply.  "That explains why Amber and Chaos are seen as the two big powers in this game.  It makes a lot of things clearer now.  You said that one has to 'walk' the Pattern?  Can you tell me more about that?"

 

Ahhh, you do see. 

 

Flavel nodded, "If you have any hint of Oberon's blood then you can, in theory, walk the pattern.  The pattern looks like a series of lines drawn on a floor.  You walk the lines, never straying from them, and never stopping.  It's difficult in the extreme but not impossible if you have the blood. If you don't your dead."

 

"I wish I could have learnt conjuration that quickly.  Took me better part of a year to do that." Be quipped.  Then he turned a bit more seriously:  "I... I think I'm of Oberon's blood, but I can't be sure.  I have never known my parents until I came to this place.  Quite a challenge:  Know your parentage or die.  But I suppose it's a required activity for anyone who has Amber blood?"

 

Flavel frowned, "That might be a little extreme.  If none of the elders have claimed you that puts you in a strange position. But-" He looked around briefly, "The fact your here in this procession must mean something, eh? I will say only this.  The pattern lies within the basement of Castle Amber.  If you wish, I will take you there for you to look upon it.  Beyond that I cannot advise you."

 

…and I hope I don’t have to explain a body in the basement.

 

Be scratched his head again. "I haven't really been /claimed/ as such, but I have been told who my father probably is.  The thing is that he himself doesn't know yet.  I just want the right person to tell him before rumor spreads."  Be continued, "I really would like to see the pattern though, if only to know what it looks like."

 

Another family mess. 

 

Flavel didn't even blink at Be's description of his family relationship. Instead he smiled, "Sure, I've already got a tour set up for some of us who haven't been in the castle before.  I'll just add you to the list."

 

Andrew, Ryoden, Bezan…maybe I should sell tickets?

 

"Lots of new faces around then, I guess?" Be said with a lighter tone.  "Pity it had to be with a sad occasion like this. I heard there are going to be festivities later? Is this usual for a funeral?"

 

Flavel shrugged, "This is my first Royal funeral as well.  I would guess that Duncan would want it that way.  Honor the dead, celebrate the living.  It does feel strange attending a funeral.  I hope I don't have to grow accustomed to the practice...or ever become the guest of honor."

 

"Same here." agreed Bezan.  Rubbing his rump absent-mindedly, Be looked towards the front and asked half to himself, half to Flavel, "How far do we have to go still?"

 

Flavel looked around briefly, "Hmmm... Difficult to say. It's normally as much a function of distance as it is dimension this close to Amber.  With so many Lords of Creation with us it could be faster then normal."

 

Be nodded politely even as his eyes lacked understanding.  After a longish pause, Be leaned over a bit to Flavel again and asked, "I'm curious, what can you tell me about the history of Amber?  I hardly know more than what happened the last few weeks."

 

Flavel's eyes lost focus briefly and he blinked hard.  No, not here, not now.  Pointedly glancing at the assorted Chaosites and Demons around them he said in a low voice, "I'm not sure if this would be a good time to go into the history of Amber.  It might be a touchy subject for some present.  Ask me latter."  He adjusted his cloak in an unconscious gesture and in a slightly louder voice asked, "Have you met our elders? The high princes, and princess' of Amber?"

 

Be flustered and then in a similar voice replied, "Um, I've only had the pleasure of meeting Delwin and Corwin for more than a fleeting glance.  They were quite nice.  But other than that, no, not really."

 

Flavel nodded to himself. "There's a lot of new people visiting Amber for the first time lately. You'll be assigned quarters and probably have the use of a servant or two.  Being new to Amber has some advantages.  The elders won't be too hard on you for a while.  Any chance you have a deck of our family's favorite playing cards?"

 

Be smiled. "I've already got quarters. Don't know if they are permanent, but they're nice enough. And I guess you mean the trumps?  No, I haven't got those.  Are they rare?"

 

Flavel smiled, "Not really, but we are usually issued a set soon after we are inducted, realized, or otherwise incorporated into the royal family."  His smile faded as he stared into space for a moment.  Something is strange here.  It’s not adding up.  "So you've been to Amber, but haven't walked the pattern.  You know of trumps but haven't been issued a set." He turned to look at Be again, "I hope you don't think me forward, but may I ask how you are connected with the royal family?"

 

Be glanced a long look at Flavel, as if he's judging to see if the man is worthy to receive the answer.  Finally coming to a conclusion, he drew a deep breath and looked around before he answered.  "Gerard is my father.  He doesn't know himself yet though.  My mother... my mother is Jade, and she confirmed my lineage for me.  I don't have a real problem with my parentage being known, but as I said, I want Gerard to hear it from either me or Jade, and not through some gossiping servant."

 

I am not a gossiping servant, but point taken.

 

"I agree completely. I won't pry further." He handed Bezand a trump of himself. "...but if you have questions about the realm give me a call and we'll share a bottle."

 

Be accepted the card with a smile and replied, "I will certainly do that.  What can I do in return? I know.  If you ever need a suit designed, give me a call.  No charge."

 

"Agreed." Flavel replied. "Incidentally, my connection to the royal family is through my Mother, princess Fiona.  It's sometimes good to know how people are connected in a place like Amber.  It provides us some understanding of who we may be dealing with, or, at least what influences have been present." He grinned briefly, "Not to say we would ever be biased."

 

Be grinned as well, and then thought about something.  He chewed his inner cheek a bit and then asked, "What can you tell me about Gerard? I haven't actually met him yet, just seen his likeness quickly on a trump."

 

"Fair question.  He's occasionally gruff, and sometimes loud and boisterous, but on the whole a very likeable person.  He's not big on formalities preferring a more easy going manner.  It takes a really stupid stunt to wipe the smile from his face." Flavel winced as he recalled something, "Don't let him sucker you into a wrestling match."

 

Be raised an eyebrow. "He's strong?" he asked, lightly flexing the muscles under his tunic.

 

Flavel slowly shook his head, "Strong is too mild a word when talking about Gerard.  I don't think anyone knows what limit he has when it comes to feats of physical strength.  He is simply the strongest man I've ever met.  Nobody else is even remotely in his class."

 

******

 

The elder Sawalls moved into the Castle, led by their respective guides.  Andrew nodded to Ryoden before also moving off into the Castle.  Corwin nodded to Zeta before too moving into the Castle along with Flora.  Flavel waited a bit as servants escorted the guests to their various quarters.  With the courtyard largely empty of the former bustle, Flavel caught a flash of light from one of the windows, by its position one of the rooms of his own generation.  Out of amused curiosity he counted windows and floors to the position where the flash originated.  With that simple information committed to memory he dismounted from Polaris and handed the reins to a servant before entering into the castle. 

 

Counting doors in corridors he attempted to make a determination as to which door would be the entrance to the room the flash occurred in.  As he reached the door, he realized he had been here before.  This was the door to Shado and Julia's shared rooms.  From inside, he heard occasional words of Latin being spoken.

 

Flavel reached out to knock, but hesitated as his fist neared the door.  Do I interrupt? He replays the scene of the flash.  It seemed there was a device that may have activated it.  Something like a wheel.  His hand remained poised to knock.  Talking Latin. Shado and Julia talking Latin? A device, a flash, talking Latin.  Slowly his hand moved back to his side.  Of course I could just wait here to be discovered while hanging outside her door. That would be fun to explain. What to do? What to do? With my luck I'll be intruding on Cousin Clovis again. I don't think I need to repeat that. Perhaps I should go to my room and trump her. That might be more considerate. She's a trump artist. They always know who's calling so she can decide if she wants to take the call.   Stepping away from the door, he proceeded to his room.  What should I say though. Hey, saw a burst of light from your room and it looked like it came from some bizarre device? Hmmm...

 

The dilemma was settled for him. He feels the tingle of trump contact...

 

He took the call. "Flavel here. He says out loud."

 

Shado replied clearly, concisely "Flavel, there's been a development in the visitors situation.  May we talk in my rooms?"

 

"I'll be there momentarily."  Closing the contact with Shado, he waited a minute or two studying a mural.   Seems I'm developing quite an eye for art now days.  Just as well, the Sawalls do seem big on art collecting.  Determining an unsuspicious amount of time had passed, he knocked on Shado's door.

 

Shado opened the door.  He could also see that Julia sat playing with a doll almost as big as she was.  Shado stood to one side to allow him to enter the rooms then closed the door quietly behind him..She said quietly, "More of my brothers and their legions have joined our side."

 

Flavel eyed the doll briefly before considering Shado's words. "Excellent news.  Does this change the timetable at all?"

 

Shado shook her head, "Not so far.  Claudius is following some directions I gave him and taking them all into The Cerdok first.  It will make the transference smoother.  If we have to go down that route and not via the Gate."

 

Flavel smiled briefly, "I can't argue your logic. It sounds like your making what preparations you can. Hopefully the contingencies will prove unwarranted."

 

Shado nodded, her expression troubled, "I knew civil war was coming, but even so..."

 

Flavel's eyes grew troubled. "Do you mean to set these incoming legion's aside or do you plan to lead them back in a attack against Quintus?"

 

Shado shrugged, her expression worried, "The original plan was to make sure all of our families are safe, regroup and prepare for Quintus' attack when it came.  Now, with more legions and three more brothers, that plan may have to be modified."

 

Flavel flexed his hand absently.  "I've never withheld information of this magnitude from the court of Amber before.  Part of me wishes to report what I know to King Oberon this instant. And yet, I worry that this may disrupt the funeral and consequently the peace negotiations. What would you counsel?"

 

Shado thinks then answered, "Perhaps the best course is what you already suggested. Letting everyone know at the same time. You never know... Both sides yelling at me may help the peace treaty." She smiled wryly.

 

Flavel shook his head. "The elders chosen for the negotiations are some of the coolest heads I've ever seen.  Remember my telling you how I attacked one of the opposing delegates?  The elders treated the whole affair like an somebody accidentally broke wind.  It was the youngsters, and Apollo knows I was guilty more then any, that nearly got things out of hand.  Your going to be fine."

 

Shado stretched, "Well, whatever we do, currently I need to get going for the funeral. Julia..." The little girl obediently put the doll to one side and moved over, "Uncle Flavel, are you going to the funeral too?"

 

Uncle? I guess I am at that...  "Yes Julia, as much as I dislike funerals, it is something that must be attended."  He turned to Shado, "...and I need to clean up before attending.  I will see you both soon."  With that he bowed to both of them and departed to his room, intent on a quick shower.

 

Perhaps I should have asked Shado what the rules of inheritance are in regards the White Flame.  No, she would want to know why I asked.  She has enough to worry about, and I’m not sure I want to know.