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Llewella； you possess reserves of character the recent situation did not call upon you to exercise。 For this； I am grateful。 It is sometimes pleasant to emerge from a conflict untested。
Bleys； you are still a figure clad in light to me … valiant； exuberant and rash。 For the first； my respect； for the second； my smile。 And the last seems to have at least been tempered in recent times。 Good。 Stay away from conspiracies in the future。 They do not suit you well。
Fiona； you have changed the most。 I must substitute a new feeling for an old one； princess； as we have bee for the first time friends。 Take my fondness； sorceress。 I owe you。
Gérard； slow； faithful brother； perhaps we have not all changed。 You stood rock…like and held to what you believed。 May you be less easily gulled。 May I never wrestle you again。 Go down to your sea in your ships and breathe the clean salt air。
Julian； Julian； Julian。。。 Is it that I never really knew you？ No。 Arden's green magic must have softened that old vanity during my long absence； leaving a juster pride and something I would fain call fairness … a thing apart from mercy； to be sure； but an addition to your armory of traits I'll not disparage。
And Benedict； the gods know you grow wiser as time burns its way to entropy； yet you still neglect single examples of the species in your knowledge of people。 Perhaps I'II see you smile now this battle's done。 Rest； warrior。
Flora。。。 Charity； they say； begins at home。 You seem no worse now than when I knew you long ago。 It is but a sentimental dream to regard you and the others as I do； toting up my balance sheets； looking for credits。 We are not enemies； any of us； now； and that should be sufficient。
And the man clad in black and silver with a silver rose upon him？ He would like to think that he has learned something of trust； that he has washed his eyes in some clear spring； that he has polished an ideal or two。 Never mind。 He may still be only a smart…mouthed meddler； skilled mainly in the minor art of survival； blind as ever the dungeons knew him to the finer shades of irony。 Never mind； let it go； let it be。 I may never be pleased with him。
Carmen； voulez…vous venir avec moi？ No？ Then goodbye to you too。 Princess of Chaos。 It might have been fun。
The sky is turning once more； and who can say what deeds its stained…glass light might shine upon？ The solitaire has been dealt and played。 Where there had been nine of us now there are seven and one a king。 Yet Merlin and Martin are with us； new players in the ongoing game。
My strength returns as I stare into the ashes and consider the path I have taken。 The way ahead intrigues me； from hell to hallelujah。 I have back my eyes； my memories； my family。 And Corwin will always be Corwin； even on Judgment Day。
Merlin is stirring now； and this is good。 It is time to be about。 There are things to do。
Random's last act after defeating the storm was to join with me； drawing power from the Jewel； to reach Gérard through his Trump。 They are cold； once more； the cards； and the shadows are themselves again。 Amber stands。 Years have passed since we departed it； and more may elapse before I return。 The others may already have Trumped home； as Random has done； to take up his duties。 But I must visit the Courts of Chaos now； because I said that I would； because I may even be needed there。
We ready our gear now。 Merlin and I； and soon he will summon a wispy roadway。
When all is done in that place； and when Merlin has walked his Pattern and gone to claim his worlds； there is a journey that I must make。 I must ride to the place where I planted the limb of old Ygg； visit the tree it has grown to。 I must see what has bee of the Pattern I drew to the sound of pigeons on the Champs…Elysées。 If it leads me to another universe； as I now believe it will； I must go there； to see how I have wrought。
The roadway drifts before us； rising to the Courts in the distance。 The time has e。 We mount and move forward。
We are riding now across the blackness on a road that looks like cheesecloth。 Enemy citadel； conquered nation； trap； ancestral home。。。 We shall see。 There is a faint flickering from battlement and balcony。 We may even be in time for a funeral。 I straighten my back and I loosen my blade。 We will be there before much longer。
Good…bye and hello； as always。