![]() He had called me, and it was quite possible that I would be cutting his throat by letting anyone back in Amber in on the fact that he had gotten the message out. So I suppressed my impulse to yell for reinforcements. prisoner," he said, and something else that I couldn't make out. Or, easiest of all, Brand could have called Dad himself. Julian, to look better than the rest of us and to score points with Dad. Caine would have gone out of curiosity, I think. Eric and Gerard were more the heroic types and would probably have welcomed the adventure. pester ( third-person singular simple present pesters, present participle pestering, simple past and past participle pestered ) ( transitive) To bother, harass, or annoy persistently. I wanted to be an irresponsible nonentity and just enjoy myself. That can get either boring or difficult fairly quickly, depending on how responsible you want to be. This time, I was not looking for a place where I would be especially important. It was a long ride - I will not bore you with the details - and it was pretty far from Amber, as such things go. He looked like hell, and he seemed to be chained or tied to something. Then the face rearranged itself and I saw that I was right. The Jack said, "Random." Then its face blurred and it said, "Help me." I began getting a feel of the personality by then, but it was weak. "Forget it, Random The reframing is out, too." And there I was, staring at the Jack of Diamonds again, with the guy across from me not knowing whether to be mad at my long distraction or concerned that I might be having some sort of sick spell. ![]() Some sort of watch-thing, it seemed - too bright for me to make out its outline, to guess its proper size. And I remembered the presence coiled about the base of that tower. Brand there in some sort of tower - a small point of stability in that flowing scene. Rocks that glided like sailboats across the land. It was far from Amber, somewhere where the shadows go mad. Then I saw the landscape - over his shoulder, out a window, over a battlement, I can't be sure. I've exhausted my little gray cells, then." It could have been that my subconscious - which was kind of footloose at the time - just seized on the available props out of habit. Ordinarily, of course, we get the message empty-handed, unless we are doing the calling. I decided later that it must be our mental quirk associated with the Trumps that made me see it that way when someone was trying to reach me and I had cards in my hand - any cards. Also, I was physically strung out from a long day's gliding and not much sleep the night before. I had just finished a couple very hot sets and was still kind of high. Drawing back the drapes, he stared out for a time. He got to his feet, stepped over the room's other occupant, and made his way to the window. The Jack of Diamonds began talking to me. And if he did call Dad, he would look like a weakling. ![]() It occurred to me then that maybe one or more of the others had been responsible for his circumstances. "Not bad," I said, "but I can't spare any more brothers at the moment. ![]()
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