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Inside； though； my nastier； wiser self was warning me： All right； Corwin； you have had enough。 Time to take your leave。。。
But； magically it seemed； my glass had been refilled； and I took it and sipped from it。 One more； one more is all right。
No； said my other self； he is laying a spell on you。 Can't you feel it？
I did not feel that any dwarf could drink me under the table。 But I was tired； and I had not eaten much。 Perhaps it would be prudent。。。
I felt myself nodding。 I placed my pipe on the table。 Each time that I blinked it seemed to take longer to reopen my eyes。 I was pleasantly warm now； with just the least bit of delicious numbness in my tired muscles。
I caught myself nodding； twice。 I tried to think of my mission； of my personal safety； of Star。。。 I mumbled something； still vaguely awake behind closed eyelids。 It would be so good； just to remain this way for half a minute more。。。
The little man's voice； musical； grew monotonous； dropped to a drone。 It did not really matter what he was say …
Star whinnied。
I sat bolt upright； eyes wide； and the tableau before me swept all sleep from my mind。
The musicians continued their performance； but now no one was dancing。 All of the revelers were advancing quietly upon me。 Each held something in his hand … a flask； a cudgel； a blade。 The one in the leather apron brandished his cleaver。 My panion had just fetched a stout stick from where it had leaned against the wall。 Several of them lofted small pieces of furniture。 More of them had emerged from the caves near the fire pit； and they bore stones and clubs。 All traces of gaiety had vanished； and their faces were now either expressionless； twisted into grimaces of hate or smiling very nasty smiles。
My anger returned； but it was not the white…heat thing I had felt earlier。 Looking at the horde before me； I had no wish to tackle it。 Prudence had e to temper my feelings。 I had a mission。 I should not risk my neck here if I could think of another way of handling things。 But I was certain that I could not talk my way out of this one。
I took a deep breath。 I saw that they were getting ready to rush me； and I thought suddenly of Brand and Benedict in Tir…na Nog'th； Brand not even fully attuned to the Jewel。 I drew strength from that fiery stone once again； growing alert and ready to lay about me if it came to that。 But first； I would have a go at their nervous systems。
I was not certain how Brand had managed it； so I simply reached out through the Jewel as I did when influencing the weather。 Strangely； the music was still playing； as though this action of the little people was but some grisly continuation of their dance。
〃Stand still。〃 I said it aloud and I willed it； rising to my feet。 〃Freeze。 Turn to statues。 All of you。〃
I felt a heavy throbbing within/upon my breast。 I felt the red forces move outward； exactly as on those other occasions when I had employed the Jewel。
My diminutive assailants were poised。 The nearest ones stood stock…still； but there were still some movements among those to the rear。 Then the pipes let out a crazy squeal and the fiddles fell silent。 Still； I did not know whether I had reached them or whether they had halted of their own accord on seeing me stand。
Then I felt the great waves of force which flowed out from me； embedding the entire assembly in a tightening matrix。 I felt them all trapped within this expression of my will； and I reached out and untethered Star。
Holding them with a concentration as pure as anything I used when passing through Shadow； I led Star to the doorway。 I turned then for a final look at the frozen assembly and pushed Star on ahead of me up the stair。 As I followed； I listened； but there were no sounds of renewed activity from below。
When we emerged； dawn was already paling the east。 Strangely； as I mounted； I heard the distant sounds of fiddles。 Moments later； the pipes came in on the tune。 It seemed as though it mattered not at all whether they succeeded or failed in their designs against me； the party was going to go on。
As I headed us south； a small figure hailed me from the doorway I had so recently quitted。 It was their leader with whom I had been drinking。 I drew rein； to better catch his words。
〃And where do you travel？〃 he called after me。
Why not？
〃To the ends of the Earth！〃 I shouted back。
He broke into a jig atop his shattered door。
〃Fare thee well； Corwin！〃 he cried。
I waved to him。 Why not； indeed？ Sometimes it's damned hard to tell the dancer from the dance。
Chapter 6
I rode fewer than a thousand meters to what had been the south； and everything stopped … ground； sky； mountains。 I faced a sheet of white light。 I thought then of the stranger in the cave and his words。 He had felt that the world was being blotted out by that storm； that it corresponded to something out of a local apocalyptic legend。 Perhaps it had。 Perhaps it had been the wave of Chaos of which Brand had spoken； moving this way； passing over； destroying； disrupting。 But this end of the valley was untouched。 Why should it remain？
Then I recalled my actions on rushing out into the storm。 I had used the Jewel； the power of the Pattern within it； to halt the storm over this area。 And if it had been more than an ordinary storm？ The Pattern had prevailed over Chaos before。 Could this valley where I had stopped the rainfall be but a small island in a sea of Chaos now？ If so； how was I to continue？
I looked to the east； from whence the day brightened。 No sun stood new…risen in the heavens； but rather a great； blindingly burnished crown； a gleaming sword hanging through it。 From somewhere I heard a bird singing； notes almost like laughter。 I leaned forward and covered my face with my hands。 Madness。。。
No！ I had been in weird shadows before。 The farther one traveled； the stranger they sometimes grew。 Until。。。 What was it I'd thought that night in Tir…na Nog'th？
Two lines from a story of Isak Dinesen's returned to me； lines which had troubled me sufficiently to cause me to memorize them； despite the fact that I had been Carl Corey at the time： 〃。。。 Few people can say of themselves that they are free of the belief that this world which they see around them is in reality the work of their own imagination。 Are we pleased with it； proud of it； then？〃 A summation of the family's favorite philosophical pastime。 Do we make the Shadow worlds？ Or are they there； independent of us； awaiting our footfalls？ Or is there an unfairly excluded middle？ Is it a matter of more or less； rather than either…or？ A dry chuckle arose suddenly as I realized that I might never know the answer for certain。 Yet； as I had thought that night； there is a place； a place where there es an end to Self； a place where solipsism is no longer the plausible answer to the locales we visit； the things that we find。 The existence of this place； these things； says that here； at least； there is a difference； and if here； perhaps it runs back through our shadows； too； informing them with the not…self； moving our egos back to a smaller stage。 For this； I felt； was such a place； a place where the 〃Are we pleased with it； proud of it； then？〃 need not apply； as t