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.How does the Pattern handle it?""You guys tend not to last very long.It seems the closer you are tothe Pattern itself the stronger you are, too.It must have taken a lot ofjuice to project you thisfar.Here, drink this." "Sure."He tossed off a half cupful and handed the cup back."So what's with the precious bodily fluids?" he asked."The blood of Amber seems to have a sustaining ef-fect on Patternghosts.""You mean I'm some kind of vampire?""I suppose you could put it that way, in a sort of technical sense.""I'm not sure I like that-especially such a specialized one.""It does seem to have certain drawbacks.But one thing at a time.Let'sget you stabilized before we start looking for angles.""All right.You've got a captive audience."There came a rattle, as of a rolled stone, from outside, followed by asmall clanking noise.Luke turned his head."I don't think that's just the wind," he stated."Take the last sip," I said, moving away from the cup and groping aftermy handkerchief."It'll have to hold you."He tossed it off as I wrapped my wrist.He knotted it in place for me."Let's get out of here," I said."The vibes are getting bad.""Fine with me," he replied as a figure appeared at the doorway.It was Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlbacklighted, its features lost in shadow."You're not going anywhere, Pattern ghost," came an almost-familiarvoice.I willed the spikard to about 150 watts illumination.It was Borel,showing his teeth in an unfriendly fashion."You are about to become a very large candle, Patterner," he said toLuke."You're wrong, Borel," I said, raising the spikard.Suddenly, the Sign of the Logrus swam between us."Borel? T'he master swordsman?" Luke inquired."The same," I answered."Oh, shit!" Luke said.VAs I probed forward with two of the more lethal energies of the spikardthe Logrus image intercepted them and turned them off."I didn't save him for you to take him out this easily," I said, andjust then something like the image of the Pattern but not really the sameflashed into existence nearby.The Sign of the Logrus slid to my left.The new thing-whatever itwas-kept pace with it, both of them passing silently through the wall.Almost immediately, there followed a thunderclap that shook the building.Even Borel, who was reaching for his blade, paused in mid-gesture, thenmoved his hand to catch hold of the doorway.As he did this, another figure Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlappeared at his back and a familiar voice addressed him: "Please excuse me.You're blocking my way.""Corwin!" I cried."Dad!"Borel turned his head."Corwin, Prince of Amber?" he said."Indeed," came the reply, "though I'm afraid I haven't had thepleasure.""I am Borel, Duke of Hendrake, Master of Arms of the Ways of Hendrake.""You speak with a lot of capitals, sir, and I'm pleased to make youracquaintance," Corwin said."Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get throughhere to see my son."Borel's hand moved to the hilt of his blade as he turned.I was alreadymoving forward by then, and so was Luke.But there was a movement beyondBorel-a kick, it seemed, low-causing him to expel a lot of air and doubleforward.Then a fist descended upon the back of his neck and he fell."Come on," Corwin called, gesturing."I think we'd better get out ofhere."Luke and I emerged, stepping over the fallen Master of Arms of the Waysof Hendrake.The ground off to the left was blackened, as if from a recentbrushfire, and a light rain had begun to fall.There were other humanfigures in the distance now, moving toward us."I don't know whether the force that brought me here can get me outagain," Corwin said, looking about."It may be otherwise occupied." Severalmoments passed, then, "I guess it is," he said."Okay, it's up to you.Howdo we flee?" Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"This way," I told him, turning and breaking into a run.They followed me up the trails that had brought me to this place.Ilooked back and saw that six dark figures pursued us.I headed uphill, past the markers and monuments, coming at last to theplace beside the old stone wall.By then, there were shouts from behind us.Ignoring them, I drew my companions to me and came up with an impromptucouplet that described the situation and my desire in somewhat less thanperfect meter.Still, the charm held, and a hurled cobble only missed mebecause we were already sinking into the earth.We emerged from the fairy ring, coming up like mushrooms, and I led mycompanions across the field, jogging; to the sandbank.As we entered there Iheard another shout.We exited the boulder and descended the rocky trail tothe gibbet tree.Turning left on the trail, I.began to run."Hold up!" Corwin called."I feel it around here somewhere.There!"He left the trail to the right and began running toward the base of asmall hill.Luke and I followed.From be-.hind us came the sounds of ourpursuers' emergence from the way at the boulder.Ahead, I saw something flickering between two trees.We seemed to beheading toward it.As we drew nearer, its outline became clearer, and Irealized that it possessed the contours of that Pattern-like image I hadbeheld back in the mausoleum.Dad did not break stride as he approached, but charged right into thething.And vanished.Another cry rose up behind us.Luke was next throughthe shimmering screen, and I was close on his heels.We were running through a straight, glowing, pearly tunnel now, andwhen I glanced back I saw that it seemed to be closing in behind me. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"They can't follow," Corwin shouted."That end's already closed.""Then why are we running?" 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.How does the Pattern handle it?""You guys tend not to last very long.It seems the closer you are tothe Pattern itself the stronger you are, too.It must have taken a lot ofjuice to project you thisfar.Here, drink this." "Sure."He tossed off a half cupful and handed the cup back."So what's with the precious bodily fluids?" he asked."The blood of Amber seems to have a sustaining ef-fect on Patternghosts.""You mean I'm some kind of vampire?""I suppose you could put it that way, in a sort of technical sense.""I'm not sure I like that-especially such a specialized one.""It does seem to have certain drawbacks.But one thing at a time.Let'sget you stabilized before we start looking for angles.""All right.You've got a captive audience."There came a rattle, as of a rolled stone, from outside, followed by asmall clanking noise.Luke turned his head."I don't think that's just the wind," he stated."Take the last sip," I said, moving away from the cup and groping aftermy handkerchief."It'll have to hold you."He tossed it off as I wrapped my wrist.He knotted it in place for me."Let's get out of here," I said."The vibes are getting bad.""Fine with me," he replied as a figure appeared at the doorway.It was Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlbacklighted, its features lost in shadow."You're not going anywhere, Pattern ghost," came an almost-familiarvoice.I willed the spikard to about 150 watts illumination.It was Borel,showing his teeth in an unfriendly fashion."You are about to become a very large candle, Patterner," he said toLuke."You're wrong, Borel," I said, raising the spikard.Suddenly, the Sign of the Logrus swam between us."Borel? T'he master swordsman?" Luke inquired."The same," I answered."Oh, shit!" Luke said.VAs I probed forward with two of the more lethal energies of the spikardthe Logrus image intercepted them and turned them off."I didn't save him for you to take him out this easily," I said, andjust then something like the image of the Pattern but not really the sameflashed into existence nearby.The Sign of the Logrus slid to my left.The new thing-whatever itwas-kept pace with it, both of them passing silently through the wall.Almost immediately, there followed a thunderclap that shook the building.Even Borel, who was reaching for his blade, paused in mid-gesture, thenmoved his hand to catch hold of the doorway.As he did this, another figure Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlappeared at his back and a familiar voice addressed him: "Please excuse me.You're blocking my way.""Corwin!" I cried."Dad!"Borel turned his head."Corwin, Prince of Amber?" he said."Indeed," came the reply, "though I'm afraid I haven't had thepleasure.""I am Borel, Duke of Hendrake, Master of Arms of the Ways of Hendrake.""You speak with a lot of capitals, sir, and I'm pleased to make youracquaintance," Corwin said."Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get throughhere to see my son."Borel's hand moved to the hilt of his blade as he turned.I was alreadymoving forward by then, and so was Luke.But there was a movement beyondBorel-a kick, it seemed, low-causing him to expel a lot of air and doubleforward.Then a fist descended upon the back of his neck and he fell."Come on," Corwin called, gesturing."I think we'd better get out ofhere."Luke and I emerged, stepping over the fallen Master of Arms of the Waysof Hendrake.The ground off to the left was blackened, as if from a recentbrushfire, and a light rain had begun to fall.There were other humanfigures in the distance now, moving toward us."I don't know whether the force that brought me here can get me outagain," Corwin said, looking about."It may be otherwise occupied." Severalmoments passed, then, "I guess it is," he said."Okay, it's up to you.Howdo we flee?" Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"This way," I told him, turning and breaking into a run.They followed me up the trails that had brought me to this place.Ilooked back and saw that six dark figures pursued us.I headed uphill, past the markers and monuments, coming at last to theplace beside the old stone wall.By then, there were shouts from behind us.Ignoring them, I drew my companions to me and came up with an impromptucouplet that described the situation and my desire in somewhat less thanperfect meter.Still, the charm held, and a hurled cobble only missed mebecause we were already sinking into the earth.We emerged from the fairy ring, coming up like mushrooms, and I led mycompanions across the field, jogging; to the sandbank.As we entered there Iheard another shout.We exited the boulder and descended the rocky trail tothe gibbet tree.Turning left on the trail, I.began to run."Hold up!" Corwin called."I feel it around here somewhere.There!"He left the trail to the right and began running toward the base of asmall hill.Luke and I followed.From be-.hind us came the sounds of ourpursuers' emergence from the way at the boulder.Ahead, I saw something flickering between two trees.We seemed to beheading toward it.As we drew nearer, its outline became clearer, and Irealized that it possessed the contours of that Pattern-like image I hadbeheld back in the mausoleum.Dad did not break stride as he approached, but charged right into thething.And vanished.Another cry rose up behind us.Luke was next throughthe shimmering screen, and I was close on his heels.We were running through a straight, glowing, pearly tunnel now, andwhen I glanced back I saw that it seemed to be closing in behind me. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"They can't follow," Corwin shouted."That end's already closed.""Then why are we running?" 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