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t 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 have missed seeing me。 He went by； though； a man in a late model sedan； a woman in the passenger seat。 The woman turned and looked at me； but the driver did not even slow down。
A couple of minutes later another car came by； a bit older； a woman driving； no visible passengers。 It did slow down； but only for a moment。 She must not have liked my looks。 She stepped on the gas and was gone in an instant。
I sagged back and rested。 A prince of Amber can hardly invoke the brotherhood of man for purposes of moral condemnation。 At least not with a straight face； and it hurt too much to laugh just then。
Without strength； concentration； and some ability to move； my power over Shadow was useless。 I would use it first； I decided； to get to some warm place。。。 I wondered whether I could make it back up the hill； to the post heap。 I had not thought of trying to use the jewel to alter the weather。 Probably I was too weak for that too； though。 Probably the effort would kill me。 Still。。。
I shook my head。 I was drifting off； more than half a dream。 I had to stay awake。 Was that another car？ Maybe。 I tried to raise the cloth and dropped it。 When I leaned forward to retrieve it； I just had to rest my head on my knees for a moment。 Deirdre。。。 I would call my dear sister。 If anyone would help me； Deirdre would。 I would get out her Trump and call her。 In a minute。 If only she weren't my sister。。。 I had to rest。 I am a knave； not a fool。 Perhaps； sometimes； when I rest； I am even sorry for things。 Some things。 If only it were warmer。。。 But it wasn't too bad； bent over this way。。。 Was that a car？ I wanted to raise my head but found that I could not。 It would not make that much difference in being seen； though； I decided。
I felt light on my eyelids and I heard the engine。 Now it was neither advancing nor retreating。 Just a steady cycling of growls。 Then I heard a shout。 Then the click…pause…chunk of a car door opening and closing。 I felt that I could open my eyes but I did not want to。 I was afraid that I would look only on the dark and empty road； that the sounds would resolve into pulsebeats and wind once more。 It was better to keep what I had than to gamble。
〃Hey！ What's the matter？ You hurt？〃
Footsteps。。。 This was real。
I opened my eyes。 I forced myself up once again。
〃Corey！ My God！ It's you！〃
I forced a grin； cut my nod short of a topple。
〃It's me； Bill。 How've you been？〃
〃What happened？〃
〃I'm hurt；〃 I said。 〃Maybe bad。 Need a doctor。〃
〃Can you walk if I help？ Or should I carry you？〃
〃Let's try walking；〃 I said。
He got me to my feet and I leaned on him。 We started for his car。 I only remember the first few steps。
***
When that low…swinging sweet chariot turned sour and swung high once more； I tried to raise my arm； realized that it was restrained； settled for a consideration of the tube affixed thereto； and decided that I was going to live。 I had sniffed hospital smells and consulted my internal clock。 Having made it this far； I felt that I owed it to myself to continue。 And I was warm； and as fortable as recent history allowed。 That settled； I closed my eyes； lowered my head； and went back to sleep。
Later； when I came around again； felt more fit and was spotted by a nurse； she told me that it was seven hours since I had been brought in and that a doctor would be by to talk with me shortly。 She also got me a glass of water and told me that it had stopped snowing。 She was curious as to what had happened to me。
I decided that it was time to start plotting my story。 The simpler the better。 All right。 I was ing home after an extended stay abroad。 I had hitchhiked out； gone on in； and been attacked by some vandal or drifter I had surprised inside。 I crawled back out and sought help。 Finis。
When I told it to the doctor I could not tell at first whether he believed me。 He was a heavy man whose face had sagged and set long ago。 His name was Bailey； Morris Bailey； and he nodded as I spoke and then asked me； 〃Did you get a look at the fellow？〃
I shook my head。
〃It was dark；〃 I said。
〃Did he rob you too？〃
〃I don't know。〃
〃Were you carrying a wallet？〃
I decided I had better say yes to that one。
〃Well； you didn't have it when you came in here； so he must have taken it。〃
〃Must have；〃 I agreed。
〃Do you remember me at all？〃
〃Can't say that I do。 Should I？〃
〃You seemed vaguely familiar to me when they brought you in。 That was all； at first。。。〃
〃And。。。？〃 I asked。
〃What sort of garments were you wearing？ They seemed something like a uniform。〃
〃Latest thing。 Over There； these days。 You were saying that I looked familiar？〃
〃Yes；〃 he agreed。 〃Where is Over There； anyway？ Where did you e from？ Where have you been？〃
〃I travel a lot；〃 I said。 〃You were going to tell me something a moment ago。〃
〃Yes；〃 he said。 〃We are a small clinic； and some time ago a fast…talking salesman persuaded the directors to invest in a puterized medical…records system。 If the area had developed more and we had expanded a lot； it might have been worthwhile。 Neither of these things happened； though； and it is an expensive item。 It even encouraged a certain laziness among the clerical help。 Old files just don't get purged the way they used to； even for the emergency room。 Space there for a lot of useless backlog。 So； when Mr。 Roth gave me your name and I ran a routine check on you； I found something and I realized why you looked familiar。 I had been working the emergency room that night too； around seven years ago； when you had your auto accident。 I remembered working on you then … and how I thought you weren't going to make it。 You surprised me； though； and you still do。 I can't even find the scars that should be there。 You did a nice job of healing up。〃
〃Thanks。 A tribute to the physician； I'd say。〃
〃May I have your age； for the record？〃
〃Thirty…six；〃 I said。 That's always safe。
He jotted it somewhere in the folder he held across his knees。
〃You know； I would have sworn … once I got to checking you over and remembering … that that's about what you looked the last time