Authors: Roger Zelazny
And how had I gotten here?
And where was here?
I relaxed.
I slowed my breathing and adjusted my energies.
The pains in my head subsided, ebbed, were gone.
Again I began walking.
Birdsong and gentle breeze .
.
Flower in a crannied nook
No.
And the first twinge of returning resistance...What sort of spell might I be under, that I had lost my power to walk in Shadow? I had never understood it to be something that could be taken away.
“It’s not funny,” I tried saying.
“Whoever you are, whatever you are, how did you do it? What do you want? Where are you?”
Again I heard nothing; least of all an answer.
“I don’t know how you did it.
Or why,” I mouthed, and thought.
“I don’t feel as if I’m under a spell.
But I must be here for a reason.
Get on with your business.
Tell me what you want.”
Nada.
I walked on, continuing in a halfhearted fashion my attempts to shift away through Shadow.
As I did, I pondered my situation.
I’d a feeling there was something elementary that I was overlooking in this entire business.
...And a small red flower behind a rock, next turn.
I made the turn, and there was the small red flower I had half consciously conjured.
I rushed toward it to touch it, to confirm that the universe was a benign, essentially Merlin-loving place.
I stumbled in my rush, kicking up a cloud of dust.
I caught myself, raised myself, looked about.
I must have searched for the next ten or fifteen minutes, but I could not locate the flower.
Finally, I cursed and turned away.
No one likes to be a butt of the universe’s jokes.
On a sudden inspiration I sought through all my packets, should I have even a chip of the blue stones upon my person.
Its odd vibrational abilities might just somehow conduct me through Shadow back toward its source.
But no.
Not even a speck of blue dust remained.
They all were in my father’s tomb, and that was it.
It would have been too easy an out for me, I guess.
What was I missing?
A fake Dworkin, a fake Oberon, and a man who’d claimed to be my father all had wanted to conduct me to some strange place-to compete in some sort of struggle between the Powers, the Oberon figure had indicated, whatever that meant.
The Corwin figure had apparently succeeded, I reflected as I rubbed my jaw.
Only what sort of game was it? And what were the Powers?
The Oberon thing had said something about my choosing between Amber and Chaos.
But, then, it had lied about other things during the same conversation.
The devil with both of them! I didn’t ask to get involved in their power game.
I had enough problems of my own.
I didn’t even care to learn the tales to whatever was going on.
I kicked a small white stone, watched it roll away.
This didn’t feel like something of Jurt’s or Julia’s doing.
It seemed either a new factor or an old one which had transformed itself considerably.
Where had it first seemed to enter the picture? I guessed it had something to do with the force which had come rushing after me on our attempt to reach Coral.
I could only assume that it had located me and this was the result.
But what might it be? It would first, I supposed, be necessary that I learn where Coral lay in her circle of fire.
Something in that place, I presumed, was behind my current situation.
Where then? She had asked the Pattern to send her where she ought to go. ...I had no way now of asking the Pattern where that might be-and no way at the moment of walking it, to have it send me after her.
It was time, therefore, to resign the game and employ different means to solve the problem.
My Trumps having blown a circuit and my ability to traverse Shadow having encountered a mysterious blockage, I decided it was time to up the power factor by an order of magnitude in my favor.
I would summon the Sign of the Logrus and continue my shadow walk, backing every step that I took with the power of Chaos.
Frakir cut into my wrist.
I sought about quickly after any approaching menaces, but I saw nothing.
I remained wary for several minutes longer, exploring the vicinity.
Nothing occurred, though, and Frakir grew still.
It was hardly the first time her alarm system had been improperly cued-whether by some stray astral current or some odd thought of my own.
But in a place like this, one could not afford to take chances.
The highest stand of stone in the vicinity stood at about fifteen to twenty meters, perhaps a hundred paces uphill, to my left.
I made my way over to it and commenced climbing.
When I finally reached its chalky peak, I commanded a view over a great distance in every direction.
I did not behold another living thing in this strange silent yin-yang universe.
So I decided that it had indeed been a false alarm, and I climbed back down.
I reached once again to summon the Logrus and Frakir practically behanded me.
Hell.
I ignored her, and I sent out my call.
The Sign of the Logrus rose and rushed toward me.
It danced like a butterfly, hit like a truck.
My newsreel world went away, black and white to black.
Recovering.
My head ached, and there was dirt in my mouth.
I was sprawled face down.
Memory made its way home through the traffic, and I opened my eyes.
Still black and white and gray all about.
I spit sand, rubbed my eyes, blinked.
The Logrus Sign was not present, and I could not account for my recent experience with it.
I sat up and hugged my knees.
I seemed to be stranded, all of my extramundane means of travel and communication blocked.
I couldn’t think of anything to do other than get up, pick a direction, and start walking.
I shuddered.
Where would that take me? Just through more of the same-more of this monotonous landscape?
There came a soft sound, as of a throat being gently cleared.
I was on my feet in an instant, having inspected every direction on the way up.
Who’s there? I inquired, having given up on articulation.
I seemed to hear it again, very near at hand.
Then, I’ve a message for you, something seemed to say within my head.
What? Where are you? Message? I tried asking.
Excuse me, came the muffled voice, but I’m new at this business.
To take things in order, I am where I’ve always been-on your wrist-and when the Logrus blasted through here, it enhanced me additionally, so that I could deliver the message.
Frakir?
Yes, My first enhancement, that day you bore me through the Logrus, involved sensitivity to danger, mobility, combat reflexes, and a limited sentience.
This time the Logrus added direct mental communication and expanded my awareness to the point where I could deliver messages.
Why?
It was in a hurry, could stay in this place for only an instant, and this was the only way for it to let you know what is going on,
I didn’t realize the Logrus was sentient.
Something like a chuckle followed.
Then, It is hard to classify an intelligence of that order, and I suppose it doesn’t really have much to say most of the time, came Frakir’s reply.
Its energies are mainly expended in other areas.
Well, why did it come through here and blitz me?
Unintentional.
It was a by-product of my enhancement, once it saw that I was the only means of reaching you with more than a few words or images.
Why was its time here so limited? I asked.
It is the nature of this land, which lies between the shadows, that it be mainly inaccessible both to the Pattern and the Lagrus.
A sort of demilitarized zone?
No, it is not a matter of truce.
It is simply that it is extremely difficult for either of them to manifest here at all.
This is why the place is pretty much unchanging.
This is a place they can’t reach?
That’s about the size of it.
How come I never heard of it before?
Probably because no one else can reach it too readily either.
So what’s the message?
Basically, that you not try calling upon the Logrus again while you’re here.
The place represents such a distorting medium that there’s no assurance how any projected energy might manifest outside some convenient vessel.
It could be dangerous for you.
I massaged my throbbing temples.
At least it got my mind off my sore jaw.
All right, I agreed.
Any hints as to what I’m supposed to be doing here?
Yes, this is a trial.
Of what, I can’t say.
Do I have a choice?
What do you mean?
May I refuse to participate?
I suppose.
But then I don’t know how you get out of here.
So I do get released from this place at the end, if I play?
If you’re still living, yes.
Even if you’re not, I’d imagine.
Then I really have no choice.
There will be a choice.
When?
Somewhere along the way.
I don’t know where.
Why don’t you just repeat all of your instructions to me?
Can’t.
I don’t know what all is here.
It will surface only in response to a question or a situation.
Will any of this interfere with your strangling function?
It shouldn’t.
That’s something, anyway.
Very well.
Have you any idea what I’m supposed to do next?
Yes.
You should begin climbing the highest hill to your left.
Which- Okay, I guess that’s the one, I decided, my gaze settling upon a broken fang of blazing white stone.
And so I walked toward it, up a gradually steepening slope.
The black sun mounted higher into the grayness.
The eerie silence continued.
Uh, do you know exactly what we will find whenever we get to wherever we’re going? I tried to say in Frakir’s direction.
I am certain that the information is present, came the reply, but I do not believe that it will be available until we reach the appropriate locale.
I hope you’re right.
Me, too.
The way continued to steepen.
While I had no way to measure the time exactly, it seemed that more than an hour passed before I left the foothills and was climbing the white mountain itself.
While I observed no footprints nor saw any other sign of life, I did, on several occasions, encounter long stretches of natural-seeming trail, shelflike, leading up that high bleached face.
Several more hours must have passed as I negotiated this, the dark sun riding to mid-heaven and beginning its descent toward a west that lay beyond this peak.
It was annoying not to be able to curse aloud.
How can I be sure we’re on the proper side of the thing? Or heading for the right area? I asked.
You’re still going in the proper direction, Frakir answered.
But you don’t know how much farther it’ll be?
Nope.
I’ll know when I see it, though.
The sun is going to slip behind the mountain fairly soon.
Will you be able to see it to know it then?
I believe the sky actually brightens here when the sun goes away.
Negative space is funny that way, Whatever, something is always bright here and something is always dark.
There’ll be the wherewithal for detection.
Any idea what we’re actually doing?
One of those damned quest-things, I think.
Vision? Or practical?
It was my understanding that they all partake of both, though I feel this one is heavily weighted toward the latter.
On the other wrist, anything you encounter between shadows is likely to partake of the allegorical, the emblematic-all that crap people bury in the non-conscious parts of their beings.