"I see your fates," he said with a rumbling laugh. "And I can see thekilling ground where you are destined to enact them. It will be interesting,brother. If you hear laughter as you lie dying, it will be mine."

"Oh, you always were a great kidder," I said. "By the way, rest inpeace. You're a hero, you know."

He studied my face.

"Crazy brother," he said, and he turned his head away and was gone.

"That was Eric, who reigned briefly as king here?" Luke asked.

I nodded. "Crazy brother," I said.

We moved forward and a slim hand emerged from a steel-framed mirrorpatterned with roses of rust.

I halted, then turned quickly, somehow knowing even before I saw herwho I would behold.

"Deirdre..." I said.

"Corwin," she replied softly.

"Do you know what's been going on as we walked along?"

She nodded.

"How much is bullshit and how much is true?" I asked.

"I don't know, but I don't think any of the others do either--not forsure."

"Thanks. I'll take all the reassurances I can get. What now?"

"If you will take hold of the other's arm, it will make the transporteasier."

"What transport?"

"You may not leave this hall on your own motion. You will be takendirect to the killing ground."

"By you, love?"

"I've no choice in the matter."

I nodded. I took hold of Luke's arm.

"What do you think?" I asked him.

"I think we should go," he said, "offering no resistance--and when wefind out who's behind this, we take him apart with hot irons."

"I like the way you think," I said. "Deirdre, show us the way."

"I've bad feelings about this one, Corwin."

"If, as you said, we've no choice in the matter, what difference doesit make? Lead on, lady. Lead on."

She took my hand. The world began to spin around us.

Somebody owed me a chicken and a bottle of wine. I would collect.

I awoke lying in what seemed a glade under a moonlit sky. I kept myeyes half-lidded and did not move. No sense in giving away my wakefulness.

Very slowly, I moved my eyes. Deirdre was nowhere in sight. Myrightside peripheral vision informed me that there might be a bonfire inthat direction, with some folks seated around it.

I rolled my eyes to the left and got a glimpse of Luke. No one elseseemed to be nearby.

"You awake?" I whispered.

"Yeah," he replied.

"No one near," I said, rising, "except maybe for a few around a fireoff to the right. We might be able to find a way out and take it--Trumps,Shadowalk--and thus break the ritual. Or we might be trapped."

Luke put a finger into his mouth, removed it, and raised it, as iftesting the wind.

"We're caught up in a sequence I think we need," he said.

"To the death?" I said.

"I don't know. But I don't really think we can escape this one," hereplied.

He rose to his feet.

"Ain't the fighting, it's the familiarity," I said. "I begrudge knowingyou."

"Me, too. Want to flip a coin?" he asked.

"Heads, we walk away. Tails, we go over and see what the story is."

"Fine with me." He plunged his hand into a pocket, pulled out aquarter.

"Do the honors," I said.

He flipped it. We both dropped to our knees.

"Tails," he said. "Best two out of three?"

"Naw," I said. "Let's go."

Luke pocketed his quarter, and we turned and walked toward the fire.

"Only a dozen people or so. We can take them," Luke said softly.

"They don't look particularly hostile," I said.

"True."

I nodded as we approached and addressed them in Thari:

"Hello," I said. "I'm Corwin of Amber and this is Rinaldo I, King ofKashfa, also known as Luke. Are we by any chance expected here?"

An older man, who had been seated before the fire and poking at it witha stick, rose to his feet and bowed.

"My name is Reis," he said, "and we are witnesses."

"For whom?" Luke said.

"We do not know their names. There were two and they wore hoods. One, Ithink, was a woman. --We may offer you food and drink before thingsbegin..."

"Yeah," I said, "I'm out a meal because of this. Feed me."

"Me, too," Luke added, and the man and a couple of his cohorts broughtmeat, apples, cheese, bread, and cups of red wine.

As we ate, I asked Reis, "Can you tell me how this thing works?"

"Of course," he said. "They told me. When you're finished eating, ifyou two will move to the other side of the fire, the cues will come to you."

I laughed and then I shrugged.

"All right," I said.

Finished dining, I looked at Luke. He smiled.

"If we've got to sing for our supper," Luke said, "let's give them aten-minute demonstration and call it a draw."

I nodded.

"Sounds good to me."

We put aside our plates, rose, moved to the fire, and passed behind it.

"Ready?" I said.

"Sure. Why not?"

We drew our weapons, stepped back, and saluted. We both laughed whenthe music began. Suddenly, I found myself attacking, though I had decided toawait the attack and put my first energies into its counter. The movementhad been thoughtless, though quite deft and speedy.

"Luke," I said as he parried, "it got away from me. Be careful. There'ssomething odd going on."

"I know," he said as he delivered a formidable attack. "I wasn'tplanning that."

I parried it and came back even faster. He retreated.

"Not bad," he said, as I felt something loosened in my arm. Suddenly Iwas fencing on my own again, voluntarily, with no apparent control but withfear that it might be reasserted at any moment.

Suddenly, I knew that we were fairly free and it scared me. If Iweren't sufficiently vicious, I might be taken over again. If I were,someone might slip in an unsolicited move at the wrong moment. I grewsomewhat afraid.

"Luke, if what's happening to you is similar to what's been happeningto me, I don't like this show a bit," I told him.

"Me neither," he said.

I glanced back across the fire. A pair of hooded individuals stoodamong the others. They were not overlarge and there was a certain whitenesswithin the cowl of the nearer.

"We've more audience," I said.

Luke glanced back; it was only with great difficulty that I halted acowardly attack as he turned away. When we returned to hard combat, he shookhis head.

"Couldn't recognize either of them," he said. "This seems a little moreserious than I thought."

"Yeah."

"We can both take quite a beating and recover."

"True."

Our blades rattled on. Occasionally, one or the other of us received acheer.

"What say we injure each other," Luke said, "then throw ourselves downand wait for their judgment on whatever's been accomplished. If either ofthem come near enough, we take them out just for laughs."

"Okay," I said. "If you can expose your left shoulder a bit, I'mwilling to take a midline cut. Let's give them lots of gore before we flop,though. Head and forearm cuts. Anything easy."

"Okay. And 'simultaneity' is the word."

So we fought. I stood off a bit, going faster and faster. Why not? Itwas kind of a game.

Suddenly, my body executed a move I had not ordered it to. Luke's eyeswidened as the blood spurted and Grayswandir passed entirely through hisshoulder. Moments later, Werewindle pierced my vitals.

"Sorry," Luke said. "Listen, Corwin. If you live and I don't, you'dbetter know that there's too much crazy stuff involving mirrors going onaround the castle. The night before you came back, Flora and I fought acreature that came out of a mirror. And there's an odd sorcererinvolved--has a crush on Flora. Nobody knows his name. Has something to dowith Chaos, though, I'd judge. Could it be that for the first time Amber isstarting to reflect Shadow, rather than the other way around?"