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nger。 I made one effort later； but it failed。〃
〃When was that？〃 Random asked。
〃That was the one Corwin got blamed for。 I masked myself。 In case he managed to get away as Corwin had； I did not want him knowing I was still around。 I used the Pattern to project myself into his chambers and tried to finish him off。 We were both hurt … there was a lot of blood around … but he managed to Trump away； too。 Then I got in touch with Julian a while back and joined him for this battle； because Brand just had to show up here。 I had some silver…tipped arrows made because I was more than half convinced that he was no longer like the rest of us。 I wanted to kill him fast and do it from a distance。 I practiced my archery and came looking for him。 I finally found him。 Now everyone tells me I was wrong about you； so I guess your arrow will go unused。〃
〃Thanks a lot。〃
〃I might even owe you an apology。〃
〃That would be nice。〃
〃On the other hand； I thought that I was right。 I was doing it to save the rest …〃
I never did get Caine's apology； because just then a trumpet blast seemed to shake the entire world … directionless； loud； prolonged。 We cast about； seeking its source。
Caine stood and pointed。
〃There！〃 he said。
My eyes followed his gesture。 The curtain of the stormfront was broken off to the northwest； at the point where the black road emerged from it。 There； a ghostly rider on a black horse had appeared and was winding his horn。 It was a while before more of its notes reached us。 Moments later； two more trumpeters … also pale； and mounted on black steeds … joined him。 They raised their horns and added to the sound。
〃What can it be？〃 Random asked。
〃I think I know；〃 Bleys said； and Fiona nodded。
〃What； then？〃 I asked。
But they did not answer me。 The horsemen were beginning to move again； passing along the black road； and more were emerging behind them。
Chapter 12
I watched。 There was a great silence on the heights about me。 All of the troops had halted and were regarding the procession。 Even the prisoners from the Courts； hemmed by steel； turned their attention that way。
Led by the pale trumpeters came a mass of horsemen mounted on white steeds； bearing banners； some of which I did not recognize； behind a man…thing who bore the Unicorn standard of Amber。 These were followed by more musicians； some of them playing upon instruments of a sort I had never seen before。
Behind the musicians marched horned man…shaped things in light armor； long columns of them； and every twentieth or so bore a great torch before him； reaching high above his head。 A deep noise came to us then … slow； rhythmic； rolling beneath the notes of the trumpets and the sounds of the musicians … and I realized that the foot soldiers were singing。 A great deal of time seemed to pass as this body advanced along that black way across the distant track below us； yet none of us stirred and none of us spoke。 They passed； with the torches and the banners and the music and the singing； and they finally came to the edge of the abyss and continued over the near…invisible extension of that dark highway； their torches flaring against the blackness now； lighting their way。 The music grew stronger； despite the distance； with more and more voices added to that chorus； as the guard continued to emerge from that flashing storm curtain。 An occasional roll of thunder passed by； but this could not drown it； nor did the winds which assailed the torches extinguish any so far as I could see。 The movement had a hypnotic effect。 It seemed that I had been watching the procession for countless days； years perhaps； listening to the tune I now recognized。
Suddenly； a dragon sailed through the stormfront； and another； and another。 Green and golden and black as old iron； I watched them soar on the winds； turning their heads to trail pennons of fire。 The lightning flashed behind them and they were awesome and magnificent and of incalculable size。 Beneath them came a small herd of white cattle； tossing their heads and blowing； beating the ground with their hoofs。 Riders passed beside and among these； cracking long black whips。
Then came a procession of truly bestial troops from a shadow with which Amber sometimes has merce … heavy； scaled； taloned … playing upon instruments like bagpipes； whose skirling notes came to us with vibrance and pathos。
These marched on； and there were more torch bearers and more troops with their colors … from shadows both distant and near。 We watched them pass and wind their way into the far sky； like a migration of fireflies； their destination that black citadel called the Courts of Chaos。
There seemed no end to it。 I had lost all track of time。 But the stormfront； strangely； was not advancing as all this went on。 I had even lost something of my sense of person； to be caught up in the procession which passed us。 This； I knew； was an event which could never be repeated。 Bright flying things darted above the columns and dark ones floated； higher。
There were ghostly drummers； beings of pure light and a flock of floating machines； I saw horsemen； clad all in black； mounted on a variety of beasts； a wyvern seemed to hang in the sky for a moment； like part of a fireworks display。 And the sounds … of hoofbeats and footfalls； of singing and skirling； of drumming and trumpeting … mounted to a mighty wave that washed over us。 And on； on； on out over the bridge of darkness； wound the procession； its lights lining the great span for a vast distance now。
Then； as my eyes drifted back along those lines； another shape emerged from the glistening curtain。 It was a cart draped all in black and drawn by a team of black horses。 At each corner rose a staff which glowed with blue fire； and atop it rested what could only be a casket； draped with our Unicorn flag。 The driver was a hunchback clad in purple and orange garments； and I knew even at that distance that it was Dworkin。
It is thus； then； I thought。 I do not know why； but somehow it is fitting； fitting that it be the Old Country to which you travel now。 There were many things that I might have said while you lived。 Some of them I did say； but few of the right words were ever spoken。 Now it is over； for you are dead。 As dead as all of those who have gone before you into that place where the rest of us soon may follow。 I am sorry。 It was only after all these years； on your assuming another face and form； that I finally knew you； respected you； even came to like you … though you were a crochety old bastard in that form； too。 Was the Ganelon self the real you all along； or was it only another form adopted for convenience's sake； Old Shapeshifter？ I will never know； but I like to think that I finally saw you as you were； that I met someone I liked； someone I could trust； and that it was you。 I wish that I might have known you even better； but I am grateful for this much。。。
〃Dad。。。？〃 Julian said softly。
〃He wanted to be taken beyond the Courts of Chaos and into the final darkness when his time came at last；〃 Bleys said。 〃So Dworkin once told me。 Beyond Chaos and Amber； to a place where none reigned。〃
〃And so it is；〃 Fiona said。 〃But is there order somewhere beyond