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Dworkin's opponent advanced a Piece, laughing as he did so. "Mandor," he a
"He is free again."
"Yes. But he does not know he is in a race with destiny. I doubt he will make it back to Amber in time to encounter the hall of mirrors. Without their clues, how effective will he be?"
Dworkin smiled and raised his eyes. For a moment, he seemed to be looking right at me. "I think his timing is perfect, Suhuy," he said then, "and I have several pieces of his memory I found years ago drifting above the Pattern in Rebma. I wish I had a golden piss-pot for each time he's been underestimated."
"What would that give you?" asked the other.
"Expensive helmets for his enemies."
Both men laughed, and Suhuy rotated 90 degrees counterclockwise. Dworkin rose into the air and tilted forward until he was parallel to the ground, looking down on the board. Suhuy tended a hand toward a female figure on one of the higher levels, then drew it back. Abruptly, he moved the Fire Angel again. Even as the air was burned and beaten Dworkin made a move, so that the thunder continued into a roll and the brightness hung there. Dworkin said something I could not hear over the din. Suhuy's response to the probable naming was, "But she's a Chaos figure!"
"So? We set no rule against it. Your move."
"I want to study this," Suhuy said. "More than a little."
"Take it with you," Dworkin responded. "Bring it back tomorrow night?"
"I'll be occupied. The night after?"
"I will be occupied. Three nights hence?"
"Yes. Until then?"
"--good night."
The blast and the crash that followed blinded me and deafened me for several moments. Suddenly, I felt the rain and the wind. When my vision cleared, I saw that the hollow was empty. Retreating, I made my way back over the crest and down to my camp, which the rain had found again, also. The trail was wider now.
I rose at dawn and fed myself while I waited for Shask to stir. The night's doings did not seem like a dream.
"Shask," I said later, "do you know what a hellride is?"
"I've heard of it," he replied, "as an arcane means of traveling great distances in a short time, employed by the House of Amber. Said to be hazardous to the mental health of the noble steed."
"You strike me as being eminently stable, emotionally and intellectually."
"Why, thank you--I guess. Why the sudden rush?"
"You slept through a great show," I said, "and now I've a date with a gang of reflections if I can catch them before they fade."
"If it must be done..."
"We race for the golden piss-pot, my friend. Rise up and be a horse."