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I left that place and rode on； along a road over nothing。 I did not like to consider the possibility that Brand might have been telling the truth； or at least a part of it。 But the things he had said kept returning to plague me。 Supposing Dad had failed？ Then I was on a fool's errand。 Everything was already over； and it was just a matter of time。 I did not like looking back； just in case something was gaining on me。 I passed into a moderately paced hellride。 I wanted to get to the others before the waves of Chaos reached that far； just to let them know that I had kept faith； to let them see that in the end I had tried my best。 I wondered then how the actual battle was going。 Or had it even begun yet； within that time frame？
I swept along the bridge； which widened now beneath a brightening sky。 As it assumed the aspect of a golden plain； I considered Brand's threat。 Had he said what he had said simply to raise doubts； increase my disfort and impair my efficiency？ Possibly。 Yet； if he required the Jewel he would have to ambush me。 And I had a respect for that strange power he had acquired over Shadow。 It seemed almost impossible to prepare for an attack by someone who could watch my every move and transport himself instantaneously to the most advantageous spot。 How soon might it e？ Not too soon； I guessed。 First； he would want to frazzle my nerves … and I was already tired and more than a little punchy。 I would have to rest； to sleep； sooner or later。 It was impossible for me to go that great distance in a single stretch； no matter how accelerated the hellride。
Fogs of pink and orange and green fled past； swirled about me； filling up the world。 The ground rang beneath us like metal。 Occasional musical tones； as of rung crystal； occurred overhead。 My thoughts danced。 Memories of many worlds came and went in random fashion。 Ganelon； my friend…enemy； and my father； enemy…friend； merged and parted； parted and merged。 Somewhere one of them asked me who had a right to the throne。 I had thought it was Ganelon； wanting to know our several justifications。 Now I knew that it had been Dad； wanting to know my feelings。 He had judged。 He had made his decision。 And I was backing out。 Whether it was arrested development； the desire to be free of such an encumbrance； or a matter of sudden enlightenment based on all that I had experienced in recent years； growing slowly within me； granting me a more mature view of the onerous role of monarch apart from its moments of glory； I do not know。 I remembered my life on the shadow Earth； following orders； giving them。 Faces swam before me … people I had known over the centuries … friends； enemies； wives； lovers； relatives。 Lorraine seemed to be beckoning me on。 Moire laughing； Deirdre weeping。 I fought again with Eric。 I recalled my first passage through the Pattern； as a boy； and the later one when； step by step； my memory was given back to me。 Murders； thieveries； knaveries； seductions returned because； as Mallory said； they were there。 I was unable； even； to place them all correctly in terms of time。 There was no great anxiety because there was no great guilt。 Time； time； and more time had softened the edges of harsher things； had worked its changes on me。 I saw my earlier selves as different people； acquaintances I had outgrown。 I wondered how I could ever have been some of them。 As I rushed onward； scenes from my past seemed to solidify in tile mists about me。 No poetic license here。 Battles in which I had taken part assumed tangible form； save for a total absence of sound … the flare of weapons； the colors of uniforms； banners and blood。 And people … most of them now long dead … moved from my memory into silent animation about me。 None of these were members of my family； but all of them were people who had once meant something to me。 Yet there was no special pattern to it。 There were noble deeds as well as shameful； enemies as well as friends … and none of the persons involved took note of my passage； all were caught up in some long…past sequence of actions。 I wondered then at the nature of the place through which I rode。 Was it some watered…down version of Tirana Nog'th； with some mind…sensitive substance in the vicinity that drew from me and projected about me this 〃This Is Your Life〃 panorama？ Or was I simply beginning to hallucinate？ I was tired； anxious； troubled； distressed； and I passed along a way which provided a monotonous； gentle stimulation of the senses of the sort leading to reverie。。。 In fact； I realized that I had lost control over Shadow sometime back and was now simply proceeding in a linear fashion across this landscape； trapped in a kind of externalized narcissism by the spectacle。。。 I realized then that I had to stop and rest … probably even sleep a little … though I feared doing so in this place。 I would have to break free and make my way to a more sedate； deserted spot。。。
I wrenched at my surroundings。 I twisted things about。 I broke free。
Soon I was riding in a rough； mountainous area； and shortly thereafter I came to the cave that I desired。
We passed within； and I tended to Star。 I ate and drank just enough to take the edge off my hunger。 I built no fire。 I wrapped myself in my cloak and in a blanket I had brought。 I held Grayswandir in my right hand。 I lay facing the darkness beyond the cavemouth。
I felt a little sick。 I knew that Brand was a liar； but his words bothered me anyway。
But I had always been good at going to sleep。 I closed my eyes and was gone。
Chapter 5
I was awakened by a sense of presence。 Or maybe it was a noise and a sense of presence。 Whatever； I was awake and I was certain that I was not alone。 I tightened my grip on Grayswandir and opened my eyes。 Beyond that； I did not move。
A soft light； like moonlight； came in through the cavemouth。 There was a figure； possibly human； standing just inside。 The lighting was such that I could not tell whether it faced me or faced outward。 But then it took a step toward me。
I was on my feet； the point of my blade toward its breast。 It halted。
〃Peace；〃 said a man's voice； in Thari。 〃I have but taken refuge from the storm。 May I share your cave？〃
〃What storm？〃 I asked。
As if in answer； there came a roll of thunder followed by a gust of wind with the smell of rain within it。
〃Okay； that much is true；〃 I said。 〃Make yourself fortable。〃
He sat down； well inside； his back against the righthand wall of the cave。 I folded my blanket for a pad and seated myself across from him。 About four meters separated us。 I located my pipe and filled it； then tried a match which had been with me from the shadow Earth。 It lit； saving me a lot of trouble。 The tobacco had a good smell； mixed with the damp breeze。 I listened to the sounds of the rain and regarded the dark outline of my nameless panion。 I thought over some possible dangers； but it had not been Brand's voice which had addressed me。
〃This is no natural storm；〃 the other said。
〃Oh？ How so？〃
〃For one thing； it is ing out of the north。 They never e out of the north； here； this time of year。〃
〃That's how records are made。〃
〃For another； I have never seen a storm behave this way。 I have been watching it advance