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esses as to what my father had been like； what our relationship had been； even though I had not realized it at the time。 I wished that I could have one more session with him。
I made my way through the marble dining hall and into the dark； narrow corridor that lay behind。 I nodded to the guard and walked on back to the door。 Through it then； out onto the platform； across and down。 The interminable spiral stairway that leads into the guts of Kolvir。 Walking。 Lights every now and then。 Blackness beyond。
It seemed that a balance had shifted somewhere along the way； and that I was no longer acting but being acted upon； being forced to move； to respond。 Being herded。 And each move led to another。 Where had it all begun？ Maybe it had been going on for years and I was only just now being aware of it。 Perhaps we were all victims； in a fashion and to a degree none of us had realized。 Great victuals for morbid thought Sigmund； where are you now？ I had wanted to be king … still wanted to be king … more than anything else。 Yet the more I learned and the more I thought about what I had learned； the more all of my movements actually seemed to amount to Amber Pawn to King Four。 I realized then that this feeling had been present for some time； growing； and I did not like it at all。 But nothing that has ever lived has gotten by without making some mistake； I consoled myself。 If my feeling represented actuality； my personal Pavlov was setting closer to my fangs with each ringing of the bell。 Soon now； soon； I felt that it had to be soon； I would have to see that he came very near。 Then it would be mine to see that he neither went away nor ever came again。
Turning； turning； around and down； light here； light there； these my thoughts； like thread on a spool； winding or unwinding； hard to be sure。 Below me the sound of metal against stone。 A guard's scabbard； the guard rising。 A ripple of light from a lantern raised。
〃Lord Corwin。。。〃
〃Jamie。〃
At bottom； I took a lantern from the shelf。 Putting a light to it； I turned and headed toward the tunnel； pushing the darkness on ahead of me； a step at a time。
Eventually the tunnel； and so up it； counting side passages。 It was the seventh that I wanted。 Echoes and shadows。 Must and dust。
ing to it； then。 Turning there。 Not too much farther。
Finally； that great； dark； metal…bound door。 I unlocked it and pushed hard。 It creaked； resisted； finally moved inward。
I set down the lantern； just to the right； inside。 I had no further need of it； as the Pattern itself gave off sufficient light for what I had to do。
For a moment I regarded the Pattern … a shining mass of curved lines that tricked the eye as it tried to trace them … imbedded there； huge； in the floor's slick blackness。 It had given me power over Shadow； it had restored most of my memory。 It would also destroy me in an instant if I were to essay it improperly。 What gratitude the prospect did arouse in me was therefore not untinged with fear。 It was a splendid and cryptic old family heirloom which belonged right where it was； in the cellar。
I moved off to the corner where the tracery began。 There I posed my mind； relaxed my body； and set my left foot upon the Pattern。 Without pausing； I strode forward then and felt the current begin。 Blue sparks outlined my boots。 Another step。 There was an audible crackling this time and the beginning of resistance。 I took the first curvelength； striving to hurry； wanting to reach the First Veil as quickly as possible。 By the time I did； my hair was stirring and the sparks were brighter； longer。
The strain increased。 Each step required more effect than the previous one。 The crackling grew louder and the current intensified。 My hair rose and I shook off sparks。 I kept my eyes on the fiery lines and did not stop pushing。
Suddenly the pressure abated。 I staggered but kept moving。 I was through the First Veil and into the feeling of acplishment that that entailed。 I recalled the last time that I had e this way； in Rebma； the city under the sea。 The maneuver I had just pleted was what had started the return of my memories。 Yes。 I pushed ahead and the sparks grew and the currents rose once again； setting my flesh to tingling。
The Second Veil。。。 The angles。。。 It always seemed to tax the strength to its limits； to produce the feeling that one's entire being was transformed into pure Will。 It was a driving； relentless sensation。 At the moment； the negotiation of the Pattern was the only thing in the world that meant anything to me。 I had always been there； striving； never been away； always would be there； contending； my will against the maze of power。 Time had vanished。 Only the tension held。
The sparks were up to my waist。 I entered the Grand Curve and fought my way along it。 I was continually destroyed and reborn at every step of its length； baked by the fires of creation； chilled by the cold at entropy's end。
Out and onward； turning。 Three more curves； a straight line； a number of arcs。 Dizziness； a sensation of fading and intensifying as though I were oscillating into and out of existence。 Turn after turn after turn after turn。。。 A short； sharp arc。。。 The line that led to the Final Veil。。。 I imagine I was gasping and drenched with sweat by then。 I never seem to remember for sure。 I could hardly move my feet。 The sparks were up to my shoulders。 They came into my eyes and I lost sight of the Pattern itself between blinks。 In； out； in； out。。。 There it was。 I dragged my right foot forward； knowing how Benedict must have felt； his legs snared by the black grass。 Right before I rabbit…punched him。 I felt bludgeoned myself … all over。 Left foot； forward。。。 So slowly it was hard to be certain it was actually moving。 My hands were blue flames； my legs pillars of fire。 Another step。 Another。 Yet another。
I felt like a slowly animated statue； a thawing snowman； a buckling girder。。。 Two more。。。 Three。。。 Glacial； my movements； but I who directed them had all of eternity and a perfect constancy of will that would be realized。。。
I passed through the Veil。 A short arc followed。 Three steps to cross it into blackness and peace。 They were the worst of all。
A coffee break for Sisyphus！ That was my first thought as I departed the Pattern。 I've done it again！ was my second。 And； Never again！ was my third。
I allowed myself the luxury of a few deep breaths and a little shaking。 Then I unpocketed the jewel and raised it by its chain。 I held it before my eye。
Red inside； of course … a deep cherry…red； smokeshot； fulgent。 It seemed to have picked up something extra of light and glitter during the trip through the Pattern。 I continued to stare； thinking over the instructions； paring them with things I already knew。
Once you have walked the Pattern and reached this point； you can cause it to transport you to any place that you can visualize。 All that it takes is the desire and an act of will。 Such being the case； I was not without a moment's trepidation。 If the effect proceeded as it normally did； I could be throwing myself into a peculiar sort of trap。 But Eric had succeeded。 He had not been locked into the heart of a gem somewhere off in Shadow。 The Dworkin who had written those notes had been a great man； and I had trusted him。
posing my mind； I intensified my security of the stone's interior。
There was a distorted reflection of the Pattern within it； surrounded by winking points of light； tiny flares and flashes； different curves and paths。 I made my decision； I focused my will。。。
Redness and slow motion。 Like sinking into an ocean of high viscosity。 Very slowly； at first。 Drifting and darkening； all the pretty lights far； far ahead。 Faintly； my apparent velocity increased。 Flakes of light； distant； intermittent。 A trifle faster then； it seemed。 No scale。 I was a point of consciousness of indeterminate dimensions。 Aware of movement； aware of the configuration toward which I advanced； now almost rapidly。 The redness was nearly gone； as was the consciousness of any medium。 Resistance vanished。 I was speeding。 All of this； now； seemed to have taken but a single instant； was still taking that same instant。 There was a peculiar； timeless quality to the entire affair。 My velocity relative to what now seemed my target was enormous。 The little； twisted maze was growing； was resolving into what appeared a three…dimensional variation of the Pattern itself。 Punctuated by flares of colored light； it grew before me； still reminiscent of a bizarre galaxy half raveled in the middle of the ever…night； haloed with a pale shine of dust； its streamers posed of countless flickering points。 And it grew or I shrank； or it advanced or I advanced； and we were near； near together； and it filled all of space now； top to bottom； this way to that； and my personal velocity still seemed； if anything； to be increasing。 I was caught； overwhelmed by the blaze； and there was a stray streamer which I knew to be the beginning。 I was too close … lost； actually … to apprehend its over…all configuration any longer； but the buckling； the flickering； the weaving of all that I could see of it； everywhere about me； made me wonder whether three dimensions were sufficient to account for the senses…warping plexities with which I