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ut the same moment as the steel touched my belly and bit。 Within the redness there seemed a faint tracing of that cosmic version of the Pattern I had followed earlier in the day。 As I doubled and fell； unable to think but still for a moment conscious； it came clearer； came nearer； the design。 I wanted to flee； but horse my body stumbled。 I was thrown。
Chapter 8
Out of every life a little blood must spill。 Unfortunately； it was my turn again； and it felt like more than a little。 I was lying； doubled up； on my right side； both arms clutching at my middle。 I was wet； and every now and then something trickled along the creases of my belly。 Front； lower left； just above the beltline； I felt like a casually opened envelope。 These were my first sensations as consciousness came around again。 And my first thought was； 〃What is he waiting for？〃 Obviously； the coup de grace had been withheld。 Why？
I opened my eyes。 They had taken advantage of whatever time had elapsed to adjust themselves to the darkness。 I turned my head。 I did not see anyone else in the room with me。 But something peculiar had occurred and I could not quite place it。 I closed my eyes and let my head fall back to the mattress once more。 Something was wrong； yet at the same time right。。。
The mattress。。。 Yes； I was lying on my bed。 I doubted my ability to have gotten there unassisted。 But it would be absurd to knife me and them help me to bed。
My bed。。。 It was my bed； yet it was not。
I squeezed my eyes tight。 I gritted my teeth。 I did not understand。 I knew that my thinking could not be normal there on the fringes of shock； my blood pooling in my guts and then leaking out。 I tried to force myself to think clearly。 It was not easy。
My bed。 Before you are fully aware of anything else； you are aware whether you are awakening in your own bed。 And I was； but …
I fought down an enormous impulse to sneeze； because I felt it would tear me apart。 I pressed my nostrils and breathed in short gasps through my mouth。 The taste； smell and feel of dust was all about me。
The nasal assault subsided and I opened my eyes。 I knew then where I was。 I did not understand the why and how of it； but I had e once more to a place I had never expected to see again。 I lowered my right hand； used it to raise myself。
It was my bedroom in my house。 The old one。 The place which had been mine back when I was Carl Corey。 I had been returned to Shadow； to that world heavy with dust。 The bed had not been made up since the last time I had slept in it； over half a decade before。 I knew the state of the house fully； having looked in on it only a few weeks earlier。
I pushed myself further； managed to slide my feet out over the edge of the bed and down。 Then I doubled up again and sat there。 It was bad。
While I felt temporarily safe from further assault； I knew that I required more than safety just then。 I had to have help； and I was in no position to help myself。 I was not even certain how much longer I might remain conscious。 So I had to get down and get out。 The phone would be dead； the nearest house was not too close by。 I would have to get down to the road； at least。 I reflected grimly that one of my reasons for locating where I had was that it was not a well…traveled road。 I enjoy my solitude； at least some of the time。
With my right hand I drew up the nearest pillow and slipped off its case。 I turned it inside out； tried to fold it； gave up； wadded it； slipped it beneath my shirt； and pressed it against my wound。 Then I sat there； just holding it in place。 It had been a major exertion and I found it painful to take too deep a breath。
After a time； though； I drew the second pillow to me； held it across my knees and let it slip out of its case。
I wanted the pillowslip to wave at a passing motorist； for my garments； as usual； were dark。 Before I could draw it through my belt； though； I was confounded by the behavior of the pillow itself。 It had not yet reached the floor。 I had released it； nothing was supporting it； and it was moving。 But it was moving quite slowly； descending with a dreamlike deliberation。
I thought of the fall of the key as I had dropped it outside my room。 I thought of my unintended quickness on mounting the stair with Random。 I thought of Fiona's words and of the Jewel of Judgment； which still hung about my neck now pulsating in time with the throbbing of my side。 It might have saved my life； at least for the moment； yes； it probably had； if Fiona's notions were correct。 It had probably given me a moment or so more than would otherwise have been my due when the assailant struck； letting me turn； letting me swing my arm。 It might； somehow； even have been responsible for my sudden transportation。 But I would have to think about such things at another time； should I succeed in maintaining a meaningful relationship with the future。 For now； the jewel had to go … in case Fiona's fears concerning it were also correct … and I had to get moving。
I tucked away the second pillow cover； then tried to stand； holding on to the footboard。 No good！ Dizziness and too much pain。 I lowered myself to the floor； afraid of passing out on the way down。 I made it。 I rested。 Then I began to move； a slow crawl。
The front door； as I recalled； was now nailed shut。 All right。 Out the back； then。
I made it to the bedroom and halted； leaning against its frame。 As I rested there I removed the Jewel of Judgment from my neck and wrapped its chain about my wrist。 I had to cache it someplace； and the safe in my study was too far out of the way。 Besides； I believed that I was leaving a trail of blood。 Anyone finding and following it might well be curious enough to investigate and spring the small thing。 And I lacked the time and the energy。。。
I made my way out； around； and through。 I had to rise and exert myself to get the back door open。 I made the mistake of not resting first。
When I regained consciousness； I was lying across the threshold。 The night was raw and clouds filled much of the sky。 A mean wind rattled branches above the patio。 I felt several drops of moisture on the back of my outflung hand。
I pushed up and crawled out。 The snow was about two inches deep。 The icy air helped to revive me。 With something near panic； I realized just how foggy my mind had been during much of my course from the bedroom。 It was possible that I might go under at any time。
I started immediately for the far corner of the house； deviating only to reach the post heap； tear my way into it； drop the jewel； and reposition the clump of dead grasses I had broken loose。 I brushed snow over it and continued on。
Once I made it about the corner； I was shielded from the wind and headed down a slight incline。 I reached the front of the house and rested once more。 A car had just passed and I watched its taillights dwindle。 It was the only vehicle in sight。
Icy crystals stung my face as I moved again。 My knees were wet and burning cold。 The front yard sloped； gently at first； then dropped sharply toward the road。 There was a dip about a hundred yards to the right； where motorists generally hit their brakes。 It seemed that this might give me a few moments more in the headlights of anyone ing from that direction…one of those small assurances the mind always seeks when things get serious； an aspirin for the emotions。 With three rest stops； I made it down to the roadside； then over to the big rock that bore my house number。 I sat on it and leaned back against the icy embankment。 I hauled out the second pillow case and draped it across my knees。
I waited。 I knew that my mind was fuzzy。 I believe that I drifted into and out of consciousness a number of times。 Whenever I caught myself at it； I attempted to impose some version of order on my thoughts； to assess what had happened in the light of everything else that had just happened； to seek other safety measures。 The former effort proved too much； however。 It was simply too difficult to think beyond the level of responding to circumstance。 With a sort of numb enlightenment； though； it occurred to me that I was still in possession of my Trumps。 I could contact someone in Amber； have him transport me back。
But who？ I was not so far gone that I failed to realize I might be contacting the one responsible for my condition。 Would it be better to gamble that way； or to take my chances here？ Still； Random or Gerard …
I thought that I heard a car。 Faint； distant。。。 The wind and my pulsebeat were peting with perception； though。 I turned my head。 I concentrated。
There。。。 Again。 Yes。 It was an engine。 I got ready to wave the cloth。
Even then； my mind kept straying。 And one thought that flitted through was that I might already be unable to muster sufficient concentration to manipulate the Trumps。
The sound grew louder。 I raised the cloth。 Moments later； the farthest visible point along the road to my right was touched with light。 Shortly after； I saw the car at the top of the rise。 I lost sight of it once more as it descended the hill。 Then it climbed again and came on； snowflakes flashing through its headbeams。
I began waving as it approached the dip。 The lights caught me as it came up out of it； and the driver could not ha