Showered and refreshed, I could see from my window that the courtyard was again filling as the mourners gathered. I saw Fiona and Anthony standing together, watching the others.

 

Well at least they look like a couple.

 

I went to put on my sunglasses, frowned, and decided against it. Likewise I left my shoulderbag in the room. A glance in the mirror showed my black attire was neat and presentable.

Abruptly I realized I was pacing and stopped myself. I closed my eyes briefly and focused my breathing. After a few moments my eyes snapped open, and I left my room. My steps deliberate and measured.

I knew the source of my anxiety.  I was experiencing new family situations.  People consider families as cozy little groups full of familiarty and warmth.  I looked at it like clearing mindfields.

Entering the courtyard I walked over to where Anthony and Fiona were standing. Distantly I realized my hands were sweaty.

Just before I got there, I saw Bleys and Lisa joined them. Fiona and Anthony welcomed me with polite smiles.

 

Also gathered were the nobility of the Castle and of Amber. Lord Rein stood quietly conversing with Lords Chantris, Henden and Danesh. Sir Randel and Dame Margot talked to a strangely serious Droppa. Baron Bayle talked to the younger Lords Karm and Feldane.

Finally, Oberon emerged, a step behind him Dworkin and Ishmaela, and Fiona activated a trump gate through which all of us filed...

 

Looks like my suspicions were correct about Ishmaela.  She must either be Dworkin’s child or Oberon’s…Or perhaps maybe Oberon’s current lover more like the former given her resmeblance to Oberon.

*********************

The day was clear and quiet as the two wide gates of the receiving courtyard opened and Duncan's funeral coach emerged, drawn by four black horses in the formal black livery that denoted to all who saw it that therein lay one who will see no more days.

Behind the coach, rode Oberon, his face grim and sad. Julian came next, to either side his remaining children.  The Lord of Arden's gaze was fixed ahead, his expression one of ice. Behind him rode Richard and Brand, followed by Clovis, Emma and Winter.

After this, came the Royal Family of Amber then the Houses of Chaos and the Noble Houses of Amber. Finally, Duncan's own personal platoon took up the rear guard, their faces sad and grieving for the man who led them successfully through so many battles, and who fought at their side as they defended village after village when help was needed.

The procession was slow and winded through Amber's main thoroughfare. The street was lined with people from Amber and beyond, coming to pay their silent tribute in the miles they have travelled to get here, in the tears shining bright in their eyes and most, of all, in the children they held to them that once were threatened by forces from beyond their ken and then saved by the man who now lay dead. Heads bowed and, silently, the tears fell...

*************************

Oberon read from the Book of the Unicorn, his voice rolling out like a benediction in itself, deep and rich as the Forest in which Duncan made his home. Elder Amberites stood as one with heads bowed, their solemnity and unity almost tangible. Lords of Chaos too bowed their heads in acknowledgement of the passing of a Lord of Creation. Politics, for the moment, was put to one side. Nobles from Amber and the Castle too stood with gaze downcast.

Finally, Julian and Duncan's men lowered the coffin into the dark earth and Julian ceremonially took a handful of the earth which he casted onto the coffin. For such a small thing, the sound was very final and he stared downward, his expression as cold and unblinking as one of his hawks. Only those watching closely could see the tremble in his hand that threw the earth onto the coffin...

****************************

The Lodge to which Flora quietly guided the mourners was a Hunting Lodge in name only. It was more akin to a country manor both in size and comfort, though its decor tended to the simple. A long table stood in the main hall, festooned with food and various beverages to which people could help themselves or not. From the main hall branched siderooms and corridors, reminding me of the intricate trees outside. Harpers and flutists played softly in the background, their melodies gentle and soothing. Soon, the first food was eaten and the mourners began to mingle and talk in quiet voices....

 

 

 

I wandered through the familiar faces.  Subconciously moving towards the perimeter of the gathering.  There was little enough chance to speak with Anthony, Fiona, and Faile during the funeral.

Typical, it takes a funeral to get us all together.

I found myself near to where the musicians were playing their gentle airs. For a giddy moment I considered snatching up an instrument and seeing how many chords of "Foggy Mountain Breakdown" I could manage before being forcibly restrained...

I jerked my head at the incongruous image. I'm infected with mood today. This is supposed to be a wake...I'd better wake up to it.

 

I saw Faile making her way over to me. She reached me and said, "Hello again, Flavel. How are you?"

 

"Hello Faile. I'm not really certain how I feel."

I cleared my throat briefly, "These are strange times to be meeting. I am struck by the thought that somethings lost and somethings gained. Duncan, whom I never met, has departed, and a sister I never knew, now stands before me."

I turned away from the melancholic music to face Faile fully, "Regretably, I hadn't known of you when we met in the library. I had been up rather late, and was overly focused on some...issues of research."

My eyebrows quirked briefly and I ventured a smile, "I know nothing about you other then your name and pedigree. Am I likewise a mystery or have you been brought up to date?"

 

Faile smiled, "Mother has brought me up to date a little, but she left a lot of blanks. Does she always impart information this way?"

 

I nodded gently, "I have learned from experience that the blanks mean as much as everything else. We are...encouraged to think. The direction of the encouragement being the blanks provided. Have you
walked the pattern?"

 

Faile shook her head, "No, I have not yet essayed this matrix. Have
you?"

 

"Yes. Once upon a time. What I was really asking was; are you completely clueless to Amber? I don't mean to sound callous and rude. The Pattern, or matrix as you call it, is one half of our heritage. It is the power to travel and dominate the dimensions we travel through that we call shadow."

I paused abruptly. "I don't mean to sound like an instructor. Doubtless you've probably heard this all before."

 

Faile smiled, "My perspective of Amber has been a little different from yours. I served the king of a Golden Circle realm for some time as his chief aide and so understood Amber from that side. The rest I have been researching since I became aware of my nature."

 

I paused, then nods, "I stand corrected. I had not considered the possiblility of one of us being raised so close to home. Yours must be a unique perspective amongst Amberites. I wouldn't be surprised if your knowledge of this kingdom exceeded mine in some areas."

 

Faile smiled and shrugged, "I don't know. For a while, I was simply intent on surviving the war and then on helping Alphonse to rebuild Melorian. Trading with Amber came later. How about you? Where did you
grow up?"

 

"Nothing so close to Amber," I replied. "I was fostered to a winemaking family within a shadow of the Roman Empire some eighty Amber years ago. When I was eighteen Fiona took me to Amber where I walked the pattern. Didn't stay long. Wanderlust got to me and I've pretty much stayed out in shadows learning whatever struck my fancy. That is, until recently. I have to say you've arrived in Amber during some rather wild situations. Speaking of wild situations, are you up to date on our Chaos heritage?"

 

Faile nodded "Yes, Fiona told me. What are the wild situations to which you refer though?"

 

I gazed out amongst the people assembled, "To begin with it wasn't always this busy. People of our generation were diffused accross shadow. Now it's positively crowded."

I smiled briefly, "Not that I'm complaining you understand. Then there is the increase in shadow storms, Black Vortexes, Duncan getting killed, treaty negotiations with the Courts, Random in critical care, Bleys limping, Kit traumatized, close encounters with the Logrus, discovering my father, talking with my sister for the first time."

I shrugged and lowered my voice, "I'm skirting the issue I know. You wanted to know about the wild situations. Perhaps we can talk about such things at a later time where there are fewer...distractions."

...but first, I should chat with mother I think. I need to know where this golden circle lieutanent's loyalties lay.  It came to me then that most everybody I was seeing, I was seeing for the first time.  I had little understanding of loyalties and motives that moved these strangers I called family. 

 

Faile nodded, "That would probably be a good idea. It is very busy. Now, if you will excuse me, I'll see you again later." She smiled and moves into the main gathering.

 

Flavel bowed as Faile made her exit. "Well met..." he murmered out of earshot. My respect for this sister having grown as I realized she was hardly the inexperienced youngster. Abruptly I grinned, "But then, what could one expect given her lineage?"

With a casual and relaxed manner I began looking for an elder I hadn’t actually met.

 

The first Elder I saw to meet that criteria was Deirdre. A woman with hair was black as jet and eyes a bright, piercing blue. Her beauty was sharp and bright, like a moonbeam cutting through darkness.  She wore a dress of black over a figure that was strong and curving.  An Elder who was rarely in Amber.  She had long been a question mark in my musings.

 

I walked over to Dierdre and introduced myself with a brief bow. "Greetings your highness. I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting you. I'm Prince Flavel. Fiona's son."

 

Deirdre smiled at me, a smile that reminded me of silk over steel. "I don't believe we have. How is dear Fiona these days?"

 

I returned a smile fit for a politician at a voting convention, "Oh Fiona's just capital, as always. And yourself? You must be out in shadow even more so then I.  I hadn't heard a thing about you until just recently."

 

Deirdre laughed softly "I dread to think what you've heard or from whom.  Who should I be annoyed at?"

 

An unreadable look flickered across my face, "Such dread would be unwarranted ma'am. I've only heard good things about you." I said the last with the barest hint of uncertainty, or perhaps something else.  Okay, I was fishing for a reaction.  I’ll admit it.

"So..." I continued, apparently uncertain what to say next, "will you be gracing us with your presence in Amber?"

 

Deirdre smiled then answered "I have my own concerns in Shadow to which I will soon be returning.  And you, Flavel? I recall that you are also a rare presence in Amber."

 

Go fish…

 

I smiled tightly, "That has since changed. I'm merely one of the herd now.  My freelance days are over.  Still, it's not without it's compensations. They are all wonderful people and lots of fun to meet and compare notes with. Must say though, I certainly had a scary moment with Gwen..."

 

Deirdre arched an eyebrow "Oh really? What happened to give you such cause for concern from a little girl?"

 

I shrugged, "Gwen ran into me, literally, when I thought I was alone. You know kids...always running around. Bumping into things. Gave me quite a fright.  Thankfully everything turned out okay.  We even had a lovely conversation afterwards."

 

Deirdre smiled, "I'm sure you did. She's a very polite and friendly child. Quite bright for her age."

 

I nodded, "She is at that. A credit to her parents really."  I looked around briefly, "Say! I didn't intend to corner you like this. I'm sure there must be many other people who would like to meet you..."

 

Deirdre smiled and moved away, beginning a conversation with Llewella a few moments later, leaving me unoccupied.

 

I made my retreat graciously.  I hadn’t collected much from the interview.  Not that I expected much success.  Still, nothing ventured nothing gained.  I imagine Duncan would be rolling in his grave if he knew politics were being celebrated at his wake.  My impression of Dierdre could be summed up simply as She's a velvet hammer that one...

I looked around and spied Clovis, Emma, and Brand in conversation.

 

I should make it a point to stop over there and say hello. Wouldn't do for them to think I'm slighting them.  Besides, I need more information concerning their antics.  They are so far my scariest relatives.

Straightening my shoulders and trying to appear relaxed I began to walk over in that direction.  A piece of their conversation came to me as I intruded.

 

“As ever, Sir, we are united in our open-mouthed awe at your perspicacity," rejoined Clovis, amused. "Are we so predictable? We must strive to surprise you."
 
"Nothing," said Emma loyally, "surprises Father."

She paused, then continued, "But Sir, if you have no commands, perhaps you have suggestions for us? Are there cousins you believe would amuse us? Or whose humdrum lives might be improved by our eruption onto the scene?"

 

Amuse us indeed…

I gracefully intruded into their midst with a perfunctory bow to my elder, "Your Highness, I hadn't had the chance to say hello at dinner the other day. We missed your presence there."

 

Emma sank into a graceful curtsey; even as Clovis bowed.

"Cousin Flavel," said Clovis politely.

"Cousin Flavel," murmured Emma after him.

They rose and stood quiet and attentive.  Brand smiled "Flavel, as polite as ever. It is pleasant to see you again." His smile widened and he added, "Introduce my youngest children around would you?" before strolling off into the gathering.

 

The twins looked at each other.

"Progress," said Clovis.

Emma nodded.

"The youngest," she agreed.

"So ... " her brother said musingly.

"So ... " she echoed.

With one accord they turned and faced me, identical expressions of polite enquiey on their faces.

"Where do you wish to begin?" Clovis asked me.

 

I blinked, momentarily nonplussed at the duplex behaviour exhibited by the twins, "Yes, well..." I looked around seeing which elders might be open to introductions and conversation.

 

Internally I wondered if leaping into the fracass that was Brand and the twins might be more formidable a stunt then I had previously considered.  The twins seemed able to finish off each other’s sentences and communicate completely by way of nuance.

 

A number of the Elders and Chaosians were engaged in conversation with the nobility of Amber. Of those that were unoccupied, the nearest was Llewella.

 

The twins looked at me expectantly, their faces grave and demure.

 

Odd, I could have sworn Dierdre was with Llewella...

To the twins, I said in an upbeat manner, "I'd like you to meet an Aunt whom I've found to be a study in grace and poise."

 

"The implication being, Em, that it would not hurt you to acquire both," said Clovis.

That was cutting, or was it merely baiting a trap?  I would let the comment go for now.  I didn’t think Clovis would attack me by stepping on Emma so it might be some sort of game they were playing at.  The other possibility being that Clovis truly did think I was implying Emma was graceless.  I couldn’t see that as being accurate.  I hadn’t known her long enough to make such a determination.

Emma looked up at me, her eyes wide and her moth shaping a litlle stricken, "Oh."

She blinked and, closed her lips, bit at the lower one. Her whole appearance suggested her dejection - in short, she drooped.

I beckoned them over to a green haired lady who carried an air of serenity. I bowed to her and said, "Your highness, it is my pleasure to introduce the royal pair...Prince Clovis and Princess Emma of Blythe." I turned to the twins and and said, "Your Aunt, the high princess Llewella."

 

"Dear Aunt," said Clovis, sweeping the most elegant of bows, "we are so very pleased to make your acquaintance."

"Indeed, ma'am," echoed Emma. She sank down into a deep curtsey and, as she rose, shot a nervous little look at me, as though expecting my disapprobation.

 

Llewella smiled then answered, "Good evening, Clovis, Emma and Flavel. This is an interesting meeting indeed. Deirdre was just mentioning you, Flavel."

 

I smiled and replied, "Kindly, I hope."

 

The twins awaited the response to this with interest. Clovis even looked a little hopeful.

 

Llewella smiled, "Does Deirdre ever speak but kindly of anyone?" Her pale green eyes grew distant for a moment as she looked over the three then she blinked and smiled "You must be the three that Lady Vialle mentioned. Interesting that you come together so soon."

 

I smiled and with a touch of coolness in my voice said, "I sometimes think the Lady Vialle sees entirely too much."

 

I’ve always respected Lady Vialle’s prophetic commentaries.  A better way of describing my respect would be keeping my distance from her.  A person can wonder where prophecy ends and manipulation of fate begins.  It’s easier to make a tithe and run then try and deal with scriptures.

 

I shrugged, and performed the conversational attempt of a U-Turn. "I noticed some of our relatives are conspicuously absent. Bleys seemed okay, but how fares Random and Kit?"

 

Llewella replied quietly, "Random came off the worse. He now lies in the infirmary. As for his child... Fiona is in charge."

 

"They were among those attacked?" asked Clovis gravely.

Emma stirred restlessly. "Actually," she said, "I'd quite like to know what the Lady Vialle said - if people don't mind.  Why would she group all of us together? Is it because we're descendants of Clarissa?"

Clovis sighed. "Em," he said to me, "likes to hit the nail on the head. No matter whose fingers are in the way."

 

Llewella smiled, "Directness can be an admirable quality. In order, yes Random and Bleys fought someone who left Random hospitalised and Bleys wounded. A rather ferocious Roman by all accounts."

To Emma, she smiled and added "You should visit Rebma, Emma.  I think there is much there that you would like.  You are all descendents of Clarissa true, but the Lady Vialle is a seer.  Her reasons are not always obvious.  Sometimes they are clearly tied to her respect for the mythical Fates, but other times not.  She mentioned you three as being important in uniting the flame and the unicorn via a rainbow."

Llewella shrugged and smiled apologetically, "I did say it wasn't always obvious."

 

"And sometimes," said Clovis, "they may convey meaning to the auditors if not to the seers themselves."

He looked thoughtfully at me. "Sometimes," he went on drily, "the mystery is not the 'what', but the 'why'."

 

And sometimes dealing with this cousin of mine can prove tedious…

Emma pouted. "I do hate it when answers lead to more question, and when Clovis goes all opaque on me.  I remember he did that on Galaphrace and when we were in the Turkish bazaaar hiding from that Grand Vizier whose pet monkey we'd stolen. And then when we were trying to land the moon yacht somewhere beyond the craters of Arcaturus."

Her eyes narrowed again. "But I can tell you one thing. When Clovis goes all opaque on me, it's a sure suign that lots of horrible men with long sharp pointy things will shortly be galumphing behind us.

"Unless," she added dolefully, "they have plasma cannons."

"That was only the once, Em!" returns Clovis, stung. Then he hesitated. "Well, unless you count that raid on Everus' hideout in the hills."

"I do," said Emma bitterly. "Oh, I do."

 

I listened to the twins argue for as briefly as politeness demanded. A thought occured to me as I tested my patience. Apollo was the god of prophecy... I turned to Llewella and said, "I've long respected the Lady Vialle's contemplations. Such a forecast will require careful consideration. Thank you for passing it along to us."

 

Which seemed the nicest way of saying I’ll sit on this one.  After all, if predictions are fated to come true they won’t need my help one way or the other.

 

Llewella inclined her head, "My pleasure. Her Majesty thinks much of Lady Vialle." She looked round, "It is a sad truth we gather more often in sorrow than in joy these days."

 

Distantly I could hear the twins continuing their arguments about photon finanglers or some other bizarre gapper-zappers.  To my credit I refrained from shaking my head.

"It is true we sometimes forget the best we have to offer in our zeal for political posturings.  Perhaps with the influx of youth this will change." I smiled briefly, "There might even be a wedding or two.  I've noticed many a romantic look being passed around of late."

 

As if by magic, Emma's attention was caught.

"Romance?" she said, starry eyed. "How lovely. And you've been observing? Such fun. I do like watching my friends in love. So sweet. You must tell me all about it."

Clovis shook his head faintly, then turned to Llewella.

"I would be much interested in meeting the Lady Vialle at some point, if that were possible," he said. "Does she ever leave Rebma, or would it be best if I journeyed there myself?"

 

Llewella smiled, "As it happens, Lady Vialle is here at this gathering." She looked around and indicated a petite brown haired woman with hazel eyes talking quietly to Corwin.

 

Clovis turned and looked at her thoughtfully for a long moment, as though committing her face to memory, and then turned courteously back to Llewella.

Llewella added, her smile widening, "And yes, Flavel you are quite correct. Indeed, I have heard there may soon be a ball celebrating a double engagement in the family.  The parties concerned are Faile and Alphonse in one case and Salome and Daniel in the other as I understand it from Flora."

 

"How lovely," said Emma warmly.

 

Llewella smiled and said "Now, if you will excuse me, I see Eric waiting for a word." She inclined her head slightly then glided over to talk with Eric.

 

The twins watched her go.

"We are losing our touch," murmured Emma.

Clovis smiled. "We are being good rather than ... 'good'. I don't think our brother's wake is the occasion to scintillate."

Emma nodded her agreement, and then they both turned to me.

"Are you still to be our escort?" asked Clovis, "as Farve and the Fates seem to indicate? Or are you going to abandon us here to our one devices and desires?"

 

I replied in a gentle tone, "I hardly think either of you require an escort.  Your devices and desires are quite...formidable.  If you have questions, seek me out.  As it is, I must absent myself briefly." I nodded to Clovis, and with a "my lady" to Emma, made my departure.

 

Doubtless the sharks would swim for the lady Vialle, my hope was to be miles away when that occurred.  Besides, I wanted to get another story from a relative that had long on my list of people I didn’t care for.  I was beginning to mellow on that original determination.  It might have been that I really hadn’t known Random all that well.

 

I walked around and mixed for a bit.  Mostly head nodding and brief pleasantries and offers of condolences.  After some minutes of this where I thought I’d been seen by many I walked over to where refreshments were laid out and helped myself to a slice of cake and a small pint of rum.  I threaded my way into a side room and extracted a trump.  There's a trick to holding a plateful of cake and a pint of rum in one hand and focusing on a portrait with another, but I pulled
it off. In a rainbow glitter I departed unseen.

 

I arrived in the courtyard, now relatively quiet. Making my way to my destination, I was granted clearance to visit by the doctor on duty in the infirmary...

*******

Random was a mess of bruises and cuts, but he was awake.  I put on a smile and attempted to sound upbeat, "Random! It's
good to see your still alive and kicking...or at least breathing."

I set the cake and pint on the bedside table and pulled up a chair.  "The family is having the wake but I didn't want you to think we were forgetting about you lying here in the infirmery."

 

Random attempted a smile then asked "How's Kit and Zelda?"

 

My grin slipped a notch and I measured out my words with care. "I heard Kit is temporarily Fiona's ward. She suffered some mental trauma but I am optimistic she will recover.  As for Zelda...I don't know this person or what her situation is."

Random nodded then winced "I'd appreciate it if you could find out for me. Kit ... her mother was unstable too."

 

I nodded, "I'll send word to you as soon as I can.  Doubtless Bleys knows something.  If Zelda was missing or worse I would think this information would have made the rounds."

I paused, then asked, "May I ask what in Pluto's name happened?"

 

Random was quiet then said, "I had gone to collect Zelda. She's Mirelle's, my sister's.  Kit was huffing about having nothing to do I think while I told Zelda about her mum.  So I asked Kit to find us a table.  On the way back, I noticed Kit was staring at a trump then a vortex arrived outside the club.  I made sure the girls were out of it and back to Amber, though Kit was already freaking by that point.  After that, this guy in Roman armour entered the club and all hell
broke loose."

 

An unpleasant thought occured to me and I asked, "Do we know which card she was using and if it was recovered?"

 

Random thought back then answered "She dropped it. I think it was your trump.  And no, I don't think it was recovered, but by the time Bleys and I could get out of there, the club was trashed anyway.  It's probably still there under the rubble."

 

Flavel swallowed, "It's probably mine. I've got to go and collect it...now. It's a security breech. If Quintus acquired that card I am in...a compromised position.

Also there may be a residual psychic fingerprint on the trump. I'd like Fiona to take a look at it.  Maybe there's a way to turn it to our advantage."

Flavel withdrew Bleyss' card.

 

The contact came bright and clear and Bleys smiled back at me. "Good afternoon, Flavel. You look a tad anxious. Random giving you a hard time from his hospital bed?"

 

I attempted a smile but it faltered, "We might have a situation.  Random and I think Kit may have used my card when she inadvertently drew the attention of Quintus. The whereabouts of my trump is suspect, and there is a slight possibility that our opponent might now be in possession of it. If you haven't already collected the trump I need to visit the scene where the battle took place. Random is not exactly ambulatory, but if you have a moment..."

 

Bleys smiled "Talk to your mother." then closed the connection.

 

I did the mental equivalent of adding 2 + 2, and looked up at Random, "Doesn't appear to be an issue. I should have asked him about Zelda first though. Damn."

I stood and my jaw was set, "I apologize for giving Kit that trump. I had no idea she was a madwand. I should have consulted with you prior to taking that liberty. If there is anything I can do in the future to redress this balance you have but to name it. In the meantime I...I need to get back to the wake before my absence is remarked upon."

Random shook his head, "Don't blame yourself, Flavel. I'd asked Kit to wait before experimenting with trump. You weren't to know she would be as irresponsible. I shouldn't have taken her anywhere other than Fiona."

 

That was good that Random had no hard feelings on the matter.  Still, I knew some of this was my fault.  Even if it was only indirectly. 

I nodded toward the stuff I had brought, "Enjoy the cake and rum, I hope to see you up and around soon."

 

Random smiled, "Thanks for the goodies. You watch your back."

With that I turned to leave.

 

Shado moved to elsewhere in Julian's Lodge, away from the wake, then brought me through. She looked up and asked "What is it, Flavel?"

"I brought Random some food and drink from the wake. He's one of my uncles that recently fought Quintus. He's the one whose laid up in the infirmirary. He looked like he fenced with a meat grinder though I expect him to make a complete recovery."

I briefly went into explaining how I had met Kit and gave her my trump, and how Quintus somehow intercepted the call and caused the ruckus.

"I thought for a moment my trump was unsecure but it looks like my mother may have covered for me."

 

Shado nodded and replied "I'm glad Random will be alright. Quintus is a very skilled trump artist. He's the one who taught me. All he would need is an opening. No offence, but it sounds like Kit gave him one.  I'm glad your trump is alright. Oh yes, I think I sensed trump-blockers from Salome and Daniel. Salome was the one you mentioned in connection with the gate yes?"

 

"Yes, that is correct."

I paused and then said, "Curious that they are blocking their trumps...I can't see how wedding plans would be a factor unless they are enjoying quality time together and don't wish to be disturbed."

I shook my head briefly, "I'll ask about the trump blockers when I speak with her about the gate. I might have to catch her here at the wake. I doubt she'll be at the negotiations."

 

Shado is quiet for a moment then said, "You said that Salome was attacked by a vortex? If that was Quintus trying to get in, he may have tried to trump her."

 

"Possibly, that would go a long way to explain the blockers."

I opened the door to let us back to the wake.

"Would you like to meet Salome and Daniel?"

 

Shado hesitated, "I would, but from what you have said, my kin has brought much hurt to their land. Would they even wish to speak to me? Indirectly this is my fault."

 

"-and directly it's not your fault at all. Were an exceedingly pragmatic family. Oh sure, there's the 'us versus them' motiff that's occasionally displayed, but most of us judge individuals when we meet individuals. Salome and Daniel are good people and they'll know you for who you are."

 

Shado smiled, "Alright then. This is very different from the family I grew up in. Things tend to be much more deadly there."

 

I nodded and led Shado back into the wake. "I've heard stories of the emperial court. There's a little bit of that here as well but it's low level stuff that can take decades to spark."

I scanned the faces of the nobility looking for Salome or Daniel.

 

I could see Salome and Daniel moving away from Julian and chatting quietly at the wake...

****

Daniel took Salome's hand and they glided elegantly through the throng to where Shado and I stood.  Daniel nodded to me, then looked at Shado with sympathy in his eyes. "My condolences, Princess Shado," he said by way of greeting.

Shado inclined her head "Thank you. Unfortunately I only met Duncan on the one occasion." She smiled a little "I'm new and still getting used to Amber, but Clovis and Flavel here have helped me a great deal."

 

"Clovis? Emma's brother?" Daniel smiled. "We've yet to meet him, but if he's half the character his sister is, that must have been quite an experience.  That’s one way to put it, I thought with rather less charity then would be correct.

 

“At any rate, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Daniel, and this is Salome, my fiancee."

Salome inclined her head and smiled. Shado smiled back and said, "It's very nice to meet both of you too. Flavel, I believe you already know." looking up at her older cousin.

 

"Indeed we do," Daniel replied. He glanced in my direction. "How is Kit, by the way? I'd heard she...was unwell."

 

"She suffered some trauma and is temporarily Fiona's ward." I replied flatly.

"It's good to see you both again," my eyes flickered to Salome, "and doing well. I hope you don't think me crass, but you have trump blockers on and we have information I wish to convey that that is...pressing.  Could we speak with you two privately?"

 

Daniel glanced at Salome, then nodded as she squeezed his hand. "Of course."

Daniel smiled. "I'm afraid I don't know my way around here very well,
though, so I hope you know of somewhere that we can go."

I led the group into a hallway and after passing a couple doors knocked and discreetly opened one at random. It looks something like a trophy room with various beasts on display. I quirked an eyebrow, "Guess this will do."

Once the four are inside I shut the door. "Some of this information was going to go public tomorrow at the negotiations but I don't know if you two will be present. Time may be a factor in these dealings."

I casually walked over and examined a griffon, "I'm not sure what all
you know about the realm of the White Flame. It's a realm separate from us but also adjacent. It has it's own equivalent of Amber and the Courts of Chaos. It society is built along roman lines. The emperor Quintus of the White Flame, their equivalent of Amber, is somewhat unstable. He is responsible for many black deeds in The White Flame Realm as well as our own. His projections of power in our reality were the cause of Bleys, Random, and Kit's misfortune.  Also yours." I said the last looking directly at Salome.

"A civil war is developing in the White Flame Realm. Those who seek to overthrow Quintus are fleeing to our realm. They will be utilizing a gate to do so."

 

Salome nodded "Romans eh? That makes sense of the archaeology around the Gate. We have three days between now and the negotiations I believe which gives us some time. The question is what's the best use of it. Anyone?"

 

I maintained a smile that fooled nobody present to it's underlying grimness. "Five days I think, before they arrive. Their numbers will be large. May I ask where this gate is?"

 

Salome said "Large could be a problem. The site around the Gate is riddled with traps. Some of which I've disarmed, but I'm sure there's more."

 

I nodded, "I'm hoping they don't all arrive simultaneously. If it's something along the lines of a long stream of people walking into the area we can deal with that easily enough if we establish a trap free path away from the gate that's clearly marked."

 

As I waited, I felt the tingle of a trump call...

 

I raised my hand and tilted my head back slightly. "Trump call," I whispered.

*How can I be of service?*

 

Fiona replied *Flavel, there is someone with me I would very much like you to meet. He is new to our little family.*

 

Fiona briefly sensed amusement from me. "Certainly, just a moment please."

I bowed to my peers. "It appears that I'm being called upon. A...family matter demands my attention. I'll return as soon as I am able."

I handed Daniel a trump of myself. "Look me up sometime."

I still wanted to chat with Daniel sometime about Loryn.  I had met his alter-ego once before long ago.  One of the few cousins I shared a memory with.  I’d like to see him back if it was at all possible or maybe a synthesis.

Refocussing my attention towards Fiona I extended my hand, "At your convenience then..."

 

Fiona extended her hand and brought me through. "Flavel,this is Dokiel, your younger brother. Dokiel, this is Flavel, your oldest sibling."

 

Dokiel looked to be an extremely pale young man with black hair and piercing eyes, he focused those eyes on me and I knew he took after our mother. "Flavel, nice to finally know you exist and meet you."

 

“Likewise, I'm certain."

 

Fiona smiled, "I have some matters I need to attend to. I'll return in a little while. Flavel, your brother is new to the ways of our family. Update him, would you please."

Fiona smiled to both men then left the room.

 

I had half a mind to tell her to clean up her own mess but decided against it.  I could not afford a family spat at this point, and it wouldn’t due for Dokiel’s first experience of family to be marred.

 

Dokiel, looked slightly uncomfortable, smiled and said, "So, what is it you do? Are you a caster or a swinger or something in between?"

 

I blinked in a moment's confusion, "Honestly...neither. My persuits have tended towards the investigation of...things. I've found it safest to avoid confrontations before they require more active measures."

 

"I agree, its silly considering from what I heard its almost always family fights anyways. Why would anyone want to hurt a family member?  Anyways, it doesn't matter. I do have a question, Mom said I had a sister, who is she?"

 

I smiled briefly, "Her name is Faile. She's from one of the Golden Circle kingdoms nearby."

I wandered over to Fiona's wine cabinet and selected a vintage suitable for quaffing. Glancing back at Dokiel I asked, "Are you old enough to take wine?"

 

Dokiel looked irritated, "I may be young but I'm still an Amberite and blessed with the fortitude of such. But I will decline the glass, it impairs judgement and clarity of thought, and I'm meeting family today. What about dad, what can you tell me of him?"

 

I smiled and poured myself a glass of wine as I spoke, "That would be Count Anthony I believe. He's a very pleasant Lord of Chaos.  Politically very astute. I hope you get a chance to meet him soon."

I raised my glass to the light and gently swirled the rich red beverage. "So have you been here long Dokiel? I get the feeling you know the place but not the people. This puzzles me somewhat."

 

Looking nervously from side to side Dokiel said, "I have actually spent all my life here. But not really, its more like very near to here. How about you, were you raised here, or did the folks drop you off in someone else's lap too?"

 

Seemed my younger brother held some family resentment too.  Not that I could approve such a remark.  Better to explain what I could of how it al worked.

 

"It's very common for children of Amber nobility to be fostered out in shadow, or other places. This provides them with a certain amount of security. Unfortunately our elders cannot take time out from their affairs to raise us as we may think we'd like. Duties of nobility and all that. If Fiona and Anthony had any say in how you were trained I'd wager you've had an intensive education. That is our birthright from our parents. But all blessings have a price.  Was yours to high a price to pay?"

 

"Not at all, I just feel bad for my caretaker. He is a very busy man and I know he wasted a lot of time on me. One of these days I'll repay him. Until then I can only hope he's proud of me." He then looks up at seemingly nothing and smiles genuinely for the first time. "Where is our sister at? I think I would like to meet her."

 

"Presently she is at Duncan's wake. Were you thinking of traveling there?"

 

"Frankly I don't know where I am supposed to go. I was just told it was time to meet my relatives. If you wouldn't mind I would like to meet her, and maybe some others."

 

I shrugged, "Certainly." I opened my trump case and looked through my cards. "I don't actually have a card of Faile. One of these days I may have to learn how do draw." At first glance the card I stared at looked much like myself. There were differences though. The person looked older and both his eyes were blue....

 

Anthony replied after a moment, a polite smile on his face "What is it, Flavel?"

 

In a normal voice, as if remarking on the weather I said, "I hope I'm not intruding. Dokiel is out and about and expressed interest in meeting family. If your busy, we can schedule some time later."

 

Anthony nodded, "Call me back in a few minutes. I'm not in a secure location."

 

"Very good." I broke the connection and looked up at Dokiel.

"Apparently our father is momentarily distracted. I'm sure that's but a temporary situation."

Privately I wondered if he had mentioned any of his offspring to his fellow Sawall colleagues.  He might have found himself in an embarrasing situation.

As I continued talking with my younger brother, I pondered the family dynamics of Amber. I should write a children's primer that describes the whys and wherefors of our family and the reasons we are raised as we are. Might save some grief for the next generation. Assuming such a book would find it's way into a child's hands...and assuming my speculations are correct.

"Why were waiting I meant to ask you," he displays the silver glyph he has tatooed on the palm of his left hand, "do you have one of these as well?"

 

Dokiel examines the gliyph momentarily, "No I do not have any such glyph, that I know of at least. All I have to show of any sort like that is my birthmark."

 

I nodded expecting Dokiel to show his birthmark.  When he didn’t, I continued in a neutral voice saying, "Fair enough Dokiel. I'm not certain what else I can describe to you presently. Were you issued a deck of trump?"

 

"Yes I do. Its not much more than the elders, but at least I made it myself. I was actually hoping I could do one of you soon so I could add it to my deck. I haven't ever known you and I want to."

 

"A pleasant idea. If you have your equipment available perhaps we could make the best use of time and have you draw one while we wait."

 

Dokiel nodded and pulled out a small box of drawing implements, "This may take a bit so try and make sure you're in a comfortable position, and please don't pose, I'm only any good when the person is being themself. Otherwise I get kind of irritated, when you pose you move after all." He grinned and sets about to drawing his newfound sibling.

 

Flavel nodded, "I'll try not to move too much, but let me first check and see if our father is now available. It would be a bad start to have him waiting."

I refocused my attention on Anthony's card...

 

Anthony replied "Hello, Flavel. Are you and Dokiel ready to come through?"

 

I motioned Dokiel to collect his equipment, and as my brother made his way to my side, I told Anthony, "Ready on this side..."

 

Anthony extended his hand and brought us through. Dokiel saw a man that looked much like myself in looks and colouring, though both of Anthony's eyes were blue.

In those blue eyes, I could see an ancient being indeed, cunning and powerful yet shining with pride and affection as he looked on his sons.

He smiled, "Dokiel, I see you have lived up to your promise. Your mother and Dworkin have kept me informed. I understand you are particularly good at the dynamics of magic?"

 

Bingo, Dokiel was raised by Dworkin.  Thanks father.

 

Awed at the first sight of his father it took Dokiel a moment to gather himself. Stammering and blushing at the same time he said, "Wh-why yes, I seem to be, umm, capable enough. At least that's what Dworkin says, I don't know though. You said mom has kept an eye on me? I had no idea, I thought you guys were too busy to be bothered with me. How come I never saw you? And why am I here now?"

 

Anthony smiled slightly "Like the rest of your siblings, Fiona and I considered it dangerous for you to be directly associated with us until you had gained some age. Flavel was not much older than you are now when he met Fiona for the first time."

 

I see, but why is it dangerous to be associated with you two?"

 

Anthony glanced at us, "We both have enemies. Most people do if they live long enough."

 

"I guess I understand. Flavel said I have a sister, do you have a trump of her?"

 

Anthony nodded and handed Dokiel a trump. The woman it showed was small, petite with dark red hair and green eyes with pale skin, an inhuman beauty to her somewhat elfin and lovely features, her ears pointed.  She wore a dress of dark green velvet, the sleeves slashed with maroon, and a long black cloak, carrying a laptop with assurance beside her. The background was a pastoral green surrounded by strangely shaped cottages, oddly beautiful.

 

I remarked, "She's an intriguing individual. Lived in a golden circle kingdom and is, in fact, second in command there. Been in a war so I understand. Not anybody you would want to underestimate."

 

Dokiel stared at the trump almost happily, "It really has nothing to do with estimation, I just want to know her. I didn't have a family until a just a bit ago. I want to catch up. I want to be a part of the family."

 

Anthony smiled, "Then use the trump as you wish."

 

Dokiel only nodded and stared at the card.

 

She took Dokiel’s hand and came though. Up close, her resemblance to Fiona was even more striking. She smiled up at Dokiel "Yes, Mother's colouring mostly with more of Father's features. It's a pleasure to meet you, Dokiel." She turned to Anthony and said drily, "Any more you would like to surprise us three with?"

Anthony smiled wryly, "No, this is it."

 

/Yeah, right/ I thought darkly.

 

"How long did they wait until they met you?"

 

Faile chuckled, "About fifty odd years, more or less. Amber years that is."

 

Smiling Dokiel said, "I guess I got lucky then. So what do you do to get by?"

 

Faile smiled slightly as she replied, "I am a computer programmer and chief aide to the King of Melorian, a Golden Circle Realm. This is where I grew up."

 

"Interesting, I have never actually seen a computer but I did read about them once, maybe one day you'll teach me how to use one."

 

I watched the interchanges between Faile and Dokiel with polite interest. It's obvious to him that the two seem to relate well.

We may be perilously close to having the entire family together for the first time. Strange that it doesn't seem like a family. More like an afilliation of...something. House Abastillas was more family then what this feels like.  Familiarity, that’s whats lacking.  There is no familiarty to what I’m seeing.

I smiled where I deemed it necessary as people around me talked.

I got pulled out of a discussion concerning the displacement of ten legions of White Flame soldiers into our realm for this?

 

Anthony interjected, "Now that we've all met, time I think to get moving again. Faile, would you see that your younger brother acquires suitable rooms. Flavel, I need a word with you."

 

"It was nice to meet you Anth.... dad. Is that okay with you sister? I don't want to take you away from anything for too long."

 

Faile smiled, "It's fine." She drew out a trump "Let's take the quick way back. The last I saw Alphonse was closeted with his brother." She smiled in my direction, "Nice seeing you again, Flavel."

She nodded to Anthony then said "Ready, Dokiel?"

 

Looking kind of nervous Dokiel's fingers started to move and he appeared to mumble something strange. There was a slight flaring of a black and purple glow around his fingers and he suddenly stopped and and seemed to collect himself, "Yes, I'm ready."

 

Faile takes his arm as the trump activates and leads him through.

 

I watched the rainbow glow fade away as Dokiel and Faile made their exit.

I'll bet the royal genealogists are working overtime trying to puzzle this all out.

I turnd to Count Anthony, "It's been an interesting day."

 

That, of course, being so patently typical of us that it took on all the signifcance as saying ‘How bout that weather?’

 

Anthony nodded, "You can say that again. It's been a long day too. How are you doing?"

 

"A little stressed but nothing significant. I'm jungling a few projects and activities. Same as everyone else. I'm a bit out of practice with this multi-tasking and political maneuvering having been out in Shadow for a couple decades. It's coming back to me though."

 

Anthony smiled, "It always does. Anything you need from me?"

 

I shook my head and began to turn away but caught myself. "Actually there was something that has been worrying me. One of those delayed reaction things that struck me hours after we had talked. Could you explain to me what rules of primogeniture are in affect in the kingdom of the White Flame?"

 

Anthony nodded, "The eldest son inherits, unless there isn't one in which case the daughter does."

 

I nodded, quite relieved, "So if Quintus were to be removed Julia would inherit. Excellent. I'm glad that's cleared up."

 

Anthony replied "Yes, she would. However, given her age, a Regency is more likely."

 

"Doubtless. Of course this is just idle speculation. A couple obstacles would need to be removed before this could become an issue. Truth to tell I was merely curious what my own..." I idily gestured with a hand as if searching for a word that fit my thoughts, "position happens to be in that other realm. Politically, I'm certain it hovers right around zero. Shado has as much determined that we are related on both sides. I find myself in an embarassing situation of relating to somebody who may know more about some aspects of my heritage them I do."

 

Anthony replied quietly, "I have no official position there any more.  You could claim part of the traditional triumvirate as could Shado, assuming she knows she's entitled to. Of course, that would negate Julia's rights."

 

I smiled, "You know me better then that. I don't have the ambition for that kind of political power. If it proves necessary we might triumvirate until Julia reaches a majority, but only if the realm's safety and security required it. I needed to know my status only so far as to understand how others might be viewing me."

I shook my head but my smile remained, "It's a very complex game we play at."

 

Anthony nodded, "Though the game here tends not to be as generally fatal, admittedly."

 

Yes, that correlates with what Shado said.  I filed that piece of information away under the verified facts drawer.

 

"I'll consider that a warning." I looked away, "You know I'll be going to visit the Roman Realm at some point. There is much I am curious about over there."

 

Anthony nodded, worry in his eyes, "Just be careful, alright?"

 

Call me paranoid and tell me to be careful?

I jerked my head back toward Anthony and said straight-faced, "Paranoid schizophrenics always outnumber their enemies at least two to none. I'll be careful, have no doubt of that."

 

Now why in Hades did I say that?  I had noticed my personality had taken a step in harliquin directions of late.  Maybe it was the influence of the Logrus?  I had of late been dwelling more and more on that construct.

 

Anthony smiled slightly "Good. Now, if you will excuse me, I have matters of my own I must attend to."

 

"Likewise." Momentarily uncertain exactly where I might be I left the room in a conventional manner (i.e. through the nearest exit.)

I trumped back to my own rooms, quiet and peaceful after the day.

 

Alone in my room, I sat at a desk. My shoulderbag laid on the bed where it was tossed. Likewise my cloak and boots laud on the floor. Leaning over the desk I slowly twisted a paperclip near my face. On the surface of the desk lay a scattered collections of previously twisted clips, now bent, twisted and very broken.

Three times they asked and always my answer. What is trust? What indeed, could be, this strange monosyllabic word whose source troubles me so? A splinter in my eye, it's every where I would see. Sometimes I think a perfect memory can be it's own hell.

Replay Kit: "Hey Flavel…can I trust you? Honestly?"
Replay Random: "Yeah, it is. Talking of which, can I trust you with
Kit?"

And who do I trust? The problem with such a thing as trust is it's brother happens to be faith. Would I turn my back on somebody without knowing their every motive just because my faith in that particular person was absolute? There were no absolutes. Better to be always wary and work within the guidelines of risk assessment and probability. But in so doing I may have become less then human. Then again, I had been less then human for a long time. Since the time I had disavowed portions of my psyche. Perhaps today I would reconnect briefly with what I truly was.

I glanced over to the full length mirror. Some might think it vanity that I would have such a thing in my room. But there are many purposes to which a mirror could be used for. A flat silver mirror will show us ourselves and never lie. I walked over to it now and gazed at my reflection. It had been sometime since I had last made a foray.

I touched the silver that was the mirror and my reflection did likewise. There's a funny thing about trump that people don't realize. It doesn't require much talent at all to contact oneself…

And so me and I stared at each other until the room's reflection grew empty in the mirror. That is, I no longer saw my reflection for the mirror had become a gateway and I was on the other side, or perhaps my refection had come across. I never really knew and it no longer bothered me. In the final analysis it was all inside my head—probably.

So I turned and I saw myself seated behind the desk even as I stood in front of the mirror. "Hello again old friend" he said with a slight smile.

I nodded, "So we meet again. It is fortunate that I do not have to update you as to my activities and introspection. It saves us a world of time."

He shrugged, "Mostly true. You would not be here if I didn't have some questions that I thought you could answer."

I quirked an eyebrow, "I thought that was my line. But yes, I have need of our duality just now."

He chuckled, "Part of us have always been separated since that time we had first come to the Court of Amber. "

I sighed and sat on the bed, "How well I know. What was it we had left behind?"

He grinned, "Well enough we know what remained behind…eight grams of fellowship, an ounce or two of desire, and a tablespoon of rage.  Shall we have them back after all these years?"

The idea sorely tempted me, "Possibly. At least it would be better to stand complete in this analysis which is reason enough for being here. I'll take the demon."

He smiled graciously, "And I, the Archon."

What we were referring to was essentially who would play at devil's advocate and who would drink full of that brighter stuff mortals call idealism. The division between reflections made, he posed the first question.

"I have feelings for Shado," he began, "my heart races, my soul takes wing. I feel simultaneously frightened and drawn to her side. Is this love?"

I smirked, "Love, trust, and faith are philosophical truths. As such, they play well in song, but have little meaning in the real world. What would we do with love even if it is as you say?"

He leaned back in his chair, "While I agree we certainly improved our survivability when we absented ourselves of rage and lust, I think the overall quality of our life has diminished. How much are we willing to sacrifice in order to maximize our chances?"

"It was a good experiment," I replied, "we were one amongst many an uncle and aunt who wanted to test the mettle of Fiona's issue. Were we not sharp as razors? As slippery as quicksilver? They could taunt or tease but there was nothing to reach, for it was all safely locked away on the other side. Now the stakes have risen and death comes closer. We need every advantage in the coming conflict. I say there is no room for the ache in our loins, or the raging fires of hatred. We think clearly or not at all."

I watched as he reached into the cabinet and poured a drink. He didn't offer me one, but neither would I have accepted. At length he said, "We agreed to forgo the highs and lows of the emotional range to better fulfill the promise. We have the answers we were looking for. Count Anthony of House Sawall is our father. Our family is complete. We know whence we came. For al--"

I cut him off, "It was the spirit of the promise that we follow! Anthony's heritage has blown the doors off our previous
considerations. The silver in our hands is to yet another house we know nothing of. We've been directed from afar and both Fiona and Anthony still turn us where they will. Further then was previously imagined. He was our political science instructor. It was his shadow, and still he would not show his hand. Does this not tell you we are far from any understanding? Shado is nothing more then another piece to the manipulations that have been the one constant in our life."

He took a sip of his drink and grimaced, "There will never be an end to revelation. Do we plan to look under every rock in all creation? We are much like an animal that sees very well in scales of gray but forever becomes confused by issues of color. We need the spectrum if we are ever to successfully interact with people like Kit or Ryoden. Or do we mean to continue to be a glacier to their symphony of feelings?

I couldn't find an answer to his questions so I raised another issue. "We need stay neutral in our dealings if we are to maintain the detached perspective necessary for our occupation. Never to create, never to destroy was our vow. How would we maintain such a pact if rage and desire danced at our fingertips?"

Our exchanges continued and sometimes grew heated. We paced, shouted, and drew ragged breaths as we dined upon the dark rich fodder of human emotion. Words escaped our door I think. Whispering along the corridors. Let the servants wonder.

"Break the pact! It was a promise we intended eventually to break."

"We are not ready yet to enter into the holy mill of murder!"

"We cannot hold taunt this bow forever. The arrow must fly!"

"Fools if we think we know the target. We don't even know if this is Love or Hate we deal in!"

On and on we continued our debate. We sparred with words, fenced with meanings, and hurled tears and invectives like hammers. Exhausted from the exchanges I again reclined on the bed while he leaned back in his chair drinking his drink.

It was his turn to smirk, "Ever consider that being restricted from both love and hate can cause a certain amount of spiritual frustration? There may be a reason why we carry the range of emotions that we do. Anything less and we will never know satisfaction. We could search for answers forever and not come any closer. I agree, we are manipulated. But everyone manipulates everybody. Unless we would be a hermit there is no escaping this social norm. As for Shado, I think her manipulations would be well served by us."

I shook my head in a flat negative, "We don't have time for love games with the safety of the realm at stake. Would we compete with Clovis while the white flame burns all asunder?"

He sipped his drink and grinned at me, "I see we are in agreement as to our feelings on Shado."

I looked back at him in puzzlement, "I don't follow you."

His grin didn't falter, "Shado. Love games. You said-"

"Enough!" I cried as I casted my vision back at the mirror. With satisfaction I saw my reflection once again safely behind the mirror. With a sigh, I leaned back in the chair and finished my drink. The truth of my feelings for Shado were small comfort given my duties and fears. I would soon enough face a reconciliation (or reckoning depending on one's viewpoint). Assuming of course I survived the current crisis facing the realm.