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I sighed again； there at the Pattern's center； and continued to consider my surroundings。 Somehow； in spite of myself； my despair was slipping away and a feeling of … 〃refreshment〃 … seems somehow the best word … was rising within me。 The air was so clean and sweet； and the place had a new； unused feeling about it。 I …
Of course。 It was like the place； of the primal Pattern。 I turned back to the tree and regarded it again； higher already。 Like； yet unlike。。。 There was something new in the air； the ground； the sky。 This was a new place。 A new primal Pattern。 Everything about me then was a result of the Pattern in which I stood。
I suddenly realized that I was feeling more than refreshment。 It was now a sense of elation； a kind of joy that was moving through me。 This was a clean； fresh place and I was somehow responsible for it。
Time passed。 I just stood there watching the trees； looking around me； enjoying the euphoria that had e over me。 Here was some kind of victory； anyway … until Brand came back to wipe it out。
Suddenly； I was sober again。 I had to stop Brand； I had to protect this place。 I was at the center of a Pattern。 If this one behaved like the other； I could use its power to project me anywhere I desired。 I could use it to go and join the others now。
I dusted myself off。 I loosened my blade in the scabbard。 Things might not be as hopeless as they had seemed earlier。 I had been told to convey the Jewel to the place of battle。 So Brand had done it for me； it would still be there。 I would simply have to go and take it back from him； somehow； to make things turn the way they were supposed to have fallen。
I looked all around me。 I would have to return here； to investigate this new situation at another time； if I survived what was to e。 There was mystery here。 It hung in the air and drifted on the breeze。 It could take ages to unravel what had occurred when I had drawn the new Pattern。
I saluted the tree。 It seemed to stir as I did so。 I adjusted my rose and pushed it back into shape。 It was time to move again。 There was a thing I had yet to do。
I lowered my head and closed my eyes。 I tried to recall the lay of the land before the final abyss at the Courts of Chaos。 I saw it then； beneath that wild sky； and I peopled it with my relatives； with troops。 I seemed to hear the sounds of a distant battle as I did this。 The scene adjusted itself； came clearer。 I held the vision an instant longer； then charged the Pattern to take me there。
。。。 A moment later； it seemed； I stood upon a hilltop beside a plain； a cold wind whipping my cloak about me。 The sky was that crazy； turning； stippled thing I remembered from last time … half…black； half…psychedelic rainbows。 There were unpleasant fumes in the air。 The black road was off to the right now； crossing that plain and passing beyond it over the abyss toward that nighted citadel； firefly gleams flickering about it。 Gauzy bridges； drifted in the air； extending from far in that darkness； and strange forms traveled upon them as well as upon the black road。 Below me on the field was what seemed to be the main concentration of troops。 At my back； I heard something other than Time's winged chariot。
Turning toward what must have been north by a succession of previous reckonings regarding its course； I beheld the advance of that devil…storm through distant mountains； flashing and growling； ing on like a skyhigh glacier。
So I had not stopped it with the creation of a new Pattern。 It seemed that it had simply passed by my protected area and would continue until it got to wherever it was going。 Hopefully then； the thing would be succeeded by whatever constructive impulses were now spreading outward from the new Pattern； with the reimposition of order throughout the places of Shadow。 I wondered how long it would take for the storm to get here。
I heard the sound of hoofs and turned； drawing my blade。。。
A horned rider on a great black horse was bearing down upon me； something like firelight glowing in his eyes。
I adjusted my position and waited。 He seemed to have descended from one of the gauzy roadways which had drifted in this direction。 We were both fairly far removed from the main scene of action。 I watched as he mounted the hill。。。 Good horse； that。 Nice chest。 Where the hell was Brand？ I wasn't looking for just any fight。
I watched the rider as he came on； and the crooked blade in his right hand。 I repositioned myself as he moved in to cut me down。 When he swung； I was ready with a parry that pulled his arm within reach。 I caught hold of it and dragged him from his mount。
〃That rose。。。〃 he said as he fell to the ground。 I do not know what else he might have said； because I cut his throat； and his words and everything else about him were lost with the fiery slash。
I whirled then； drawing Grayswandir away； sprinted several paces and had hold of the black charger's bridle。 I spoke with the horse to calm him and led him away from the flames。 After a couple of minutes we were on better terms； and I mounted。
He was skittish at first； but I just had him pace the hill top lightly while I continued to observe。 The forces of Amber appeared to be on the offense。 Smoldering corpses were all over the field。 The main force of our enemies was drawn back onto a height near the lip of the abyss。 Lines of them； not yet broken but hard pressed； were falling back slowly toward it。 On the other hand； more troops were crossing that abyss and joining the others who held the heights。 Estimating their growing numbers and their position quickly； I judged that these might be readying an offense of their own。 Brand was nowhere in sight。
Even if I had been rested and wearing armor I would have had second thoughts about riding down and joining in the fray。 My job right now was to locate Brand。 I doubted that he would be directly involved in the fighting。 I looked off to the sides of the battle proper； seeking a lone figure。 No。。。 Perhaps the far side of the field。 I would have to circle to the north。 There was too much that I could not see to the west。
I turned my mount and made my way down the hill。 It would be so pleasant to collapse； I decided； just to fall down in a heap and sleep。 I sighed。 Where the hell was Brand？
I reached the bottom of the hill and turned to cut through a culvert； I needed a better view …
〃Lord Corwin of Amber！〃
He was waiting for me as I rounded a bend in the depression； a big； corpse…colored guy with red hair and a horse to match。 He wore coppery armor with greenish tracings； and he sat facing me； still as a statue。
〃I saw you on the hilltop；〃 he said。 〃You are not mailed； are you？〃
I slapped my chest。
He nodded sharply。 Then he reached up； first to his left shoulder； then to his right； then to his sides； opening fastenings upon his breastplate。 When he had them undone； he removed it； lowered it toward the ground on his left side and let it fall。 He did the same with his greaves。
〃I have long wanted to meet you；〃 he said。 〃I am Borel。 I do not want it said that I took unfair advantage of you when I killed you。〃
Borel。。。 The name was familiar。 Then I remembered。 He had Dara's respect and affection。 He had been her f