Sign of the Unicorn

He shook his head and checked again to see that his blade was loose in its scabbard. Automatically, I did the same. Moments later, I heard Ganelon's make a small clicking noise behind me.

Ahead, the trail began to narrow, and shortly thereafter it commenced to wander. We were forced to slow our pace once again, and the trees pressed nearer with branches sweeping lower than at any time before. The trail became a path. It jogged, it curved, it gave a final twist and then quit.

Random ducked a limb, then raised his hand and halted. We came up beside him. For as far as I could see ahead there was no indication of the trail's picking up again. Looking back, I failed to locate any sign of it either.

«Suggestions,» he said, «are now in order. We do not know where we have been or where we are going, let alone where we are. My suggestion is the hell with curiosity. Let's get out of here the fastest way we know how.»

«The Trumps?» Ganelon asked.

«Yes. What do you say, Corwin?»

«Okay. I don't like it either, and I can't think of anything better to try. Go ahead.»

«Who should I try for?» he asked, producing his deck and uncasing it.

«Gerard?»

«Yes.»

He shuffled through his cards, located Gerard's, stared at it. We stared at him. Time went its way.

«I can't seem to reach him,» he finally announced.

«Try Benedict.»

«Okay.»

Repeat performance. No contact.

«Try Deirdre,» I said, drawing forth my own deck and searching out her Trump.

«I'll join you. We will see whether it makes a difference with two of us trying.»

And again. And again.

«Nothing,» I said after a long effort.

Random shook his head.

«Did you notice anything unusual about your Trumps?» he asked.

«Yes, but I don't know what it is. They do seem different.»

«Mine seem to have lost that quality of coldness they once possessed,» he said.

I shuffled mine slowly. I ran my fingertips across them.

«Yes, you are right,» I said. «That's it. But let us try again. Say, Flora.»

«Okay.»

The results were the same. And with Llewella. And Brand.

«Any idea what could be wrong?» Random asked.

«Not the slightest. They couldn't all be blocking us. They couldn't all be dead… Oh, I suppose they could. But it is highly unlikely. Something seems to have affected the Trumps themselves, is what it is. And I never knew of anything that could do that.»

«Well, they are not guaranteed one hundred percent,» Random said, «according to the manufacturer.»

«What do you know that I don't?»

He chuckled.

«You never forget the day you come of age and walk the Pattern,» he said. «I remember it as though it were last year. When I had succeeded - all flushed with excitement, with glory - Dworkin presented me with my first set of Trumps and instructed me in their use. I distinctly recall asking him whether they worked everywhere. And I remember his answer: 'No,' he said. 'But they should serve in any place you will ever be. ' He never much liked me, you know.»

«But did you ask him what be meant by that?»

«Yes, and he said, 'I doubt that you will ever achieve a state where they will fail to serve you. Why don't you run along now?' And I did. I was anxious to go play with the Trumps all by myself.»

«'Achieve a state?' He didn't say 'reach a place'?»

«No. I have a very good memory for certain things.»

«Peculiar - though not much help that I can see. Smacks of the metaphysical.»

«I'd wager Brand would know.»

«I've a feeling you're right, for all the good that does us.»

«We ought to do something other than discuss metaphysics,» Ganelon commented. «If you can't manipulate Shadow and you can't work the Trumps, it would seem that the next thing to do is determine Where we are. And then go looking for help.»

I nodded.

«Since we are not in Amber, I think it is safe to assume that we are in Shadow - a very special place, quite near to Amber, since the changeover was not abrupt. In that we were transported without active cooperation on our part, there had to be some agency and presumably some intent behind the maneuver. If it is going to attack us, now is as good a time as any. If there is something else it wants, then it is going to have to show us, because we aren't even in a position to make a good guess.»

«So you propose we do nothing?»

«I propose we wait. I don't see any value in wandering about, losing ourselves further.»

«I seem to remember your once telling me that adjacent shadows tend to be somewhat congruent,» Ganelon said.

«Yes, I probably did. So what?»

«Then, if we are as near to Amber as you suppose, we need but ride toward the rising sun to come to a spot that parallels the city itself.»

«It is not quite that simple. But supposing it were, what good would it do us?»

«Perhaps the Trumps would function again at the point of maximum congruity.»

Random looked at Ganelon, looked at me.

«That may be worth trying,» he said. «What have we got to lose?»