Roger Zelazny - Blood of Amber

«What is the significance of that device?»

«He hates them Amberites, is what it means. Even went up against them once.»

I tasted the wine. Not bad. The same man, then…

«You know why he hates them?» I asked.

«I understand they killed his mother,» he said. «Had something to do with border wars. They get real complicated. I don't know the details.»

I pried open a tin of meat, broke off some bread and made myself a sandwich.

«Please go ahead with your story,» I said.

«Where was I?»

«The prince got hold of Dalt because he was concerned about his mother, and he needed more troops in a hurry.»

«That's right, and I was picked up for Kashfan service about that time - foot soldier. The prince and Dalt led us through dark ways till we came to that place below. Then we did just what them guys downstairs were doing.»

«And what happened?»

He laughed. «Went bad for us at first,» he said. «I think it's somehow easy for whoever's in charge down there to control the elements - like that twister you saw a while ago. We got an earthquake and a blizzard and lightning. But we pressed on to the walls anyhow. Saw my brother scalded to death with boiling oil. That's when I decided I'd had enough. I started running and climbed on up here. Nobody chased me, so I waited around and watched. Probably shouldn't have, but I didn't know how things would go. More of the same, I'd figgered. But I was wrong, and it was too late to go back. They'd have whacked off my head or some other valuable parts if I did.»

«What happened?»

«I got the impression that the attack forced Basra 's hand. She'd apparently been planning to do away with Sharu Garrul all along and take over the place herself. I think she'd been setting him up, gaining his confidence before she struck. I believe she was a little afraid of the old man. But when her army appeared on the doorstep she had to move, even though she wasn't ready. She took him on in a sorcerous duel while her guard held his men at bay. She won, though I gather she was somewhat injured. Mad as hell, too, at her son - for bringing in an army without her ordering it. Anyway, her guard opened the gates to them, and she took over the Keep. That's what I meant about no army taking the place. That one was an inside job.»

«How did you learn all this?»

«Like I said, when deserters head this way I feed 'em and get the news.»

«You gave me the impression that there have been other attempts to take the place. These would have had to be after she'd taken over.»

He nodded and took another drink of wine.

«Yup. There was apparently a coup back in Kashfa, with both her and her kid away - a noble named Kasman, brother of one of her dead lovers, a fellow named Jasrick. This Kasman took over, and he wanted her and the prince out of the way. Must've attacked this place half a dozen times. Never could get in. Finally resigned himself to a standoff, I think. She sent her son off somewhere later, maybe to raise another army and try to win back her throne. I don't know. That was long ago.»

«What about Dalt?»

«They paid him off with some loot from the Keep - there was apparently a lot of good stuff in there - and he took his troops and went back to wherever he hangs out.»

I took another sip of wine myself and cut off a piece of the cheese. «How come you've stayed around all these years? It seems like a hard life.»

He nodded. «Truth of it is, I don't know the way home. Those were strange trails they brought us in on. I thought I knew where they were, but when I went lookin' I couldn't never End 'em. I suppose I could have just taken off, but then I'd probably get lost more than ever. Besides, I know I can make out here. A few weeks and those outbuildings will be rebuilt and the peasants will move back in, no matter who wins. And they think I'm a holy man, prayin' up here and meditatin'. Any time I wander down that way they come out for a blessin' and give me enough food and drink to hold me for a long while.»

«Are you a holy man?» I asked.

«I just pretend,» he said. «Makes them happy and keeps me fed. Don't go tellin' that, though.»

«Of course not. They wouldn't believe me, anyway.»

He laughed again. «You're right.»

I got to my feet and walked back along the hail a little way, so that I could see the Keep once again. The ladders were on the ground, and I beheld even more scattered dead. I saw no signs of the struggle within.

«Is the gate open yet?» Dave called.

«No. I don't think the ones who got in were sufficient to the task.»

«Is that green and black banner anywhere in sight?»

«I can't see it anywhere.»

He rose and came over, carrying both bottles. He passed me mine and we both took a drink. The ground troops began to fall back from the area before the wall.

«Think they're giving up or re-forming for another rush?» he asked me.

«Can't say yet,» I told him.

«Whichever it is, there should be a lot of good loot down there tonight. Stick around and you'll have all you can carry.»

«I'm curious,» I said, «why Dalt would be attacking again, if he's on good terms with the queen and her son.»

«I think it's just the son,» he said, «and he's gone. The old lady's supposed to be a real bitch. And after all, the guy is a mercenary. Maybe Kasman hired him to go after her.»

«Maybe she's not even in there,» I said, having no idea how this time stream ran, but thinking of my recent encounter with the lady. The image of it, though, caused a strange train of thought.

«What's the prince's name, anyway?» I asked.

«Rinaldo,» he answered. «He's a big red-haired guy.»

«She's his mother!» I said involuntarily.

He laughed. «That's how you get to be a prince,» he said. «Have the queen be your mother.»

But then, that would mean… «Brand!» I said. Then, «Brand of Amber.»

He nodded. «You've heard the story.»

«Not really. Just that much,» I replied. «Tell it to me.»

«Well, she snared herself an Amberite - the prince called Brand,» he said. «Rumor had it they met over some magical operation and it was love at first blood. She wanted to keep him, and I've heard it said they actually were married in a secret ceremony. But he wasn't interested in the throne of Kashfa, though he was the only one she might have been willing to see on it. He traveled a lot, was away for long stretches of time. I've heard it said that he was responsible for the Days of Darkness years ago, and that he died in a great battle between Chaos and Amber at that time, at the hands of his kinsmen.»

«Yes,» I said, and Dave gave me a strange look, half puzzlement, half scrutiny. «Tell me more about Rinaldo,» I said quickly.

«Not much to say,» he replied. «She bore him, and I've heard she taught him something of her Arts. He didn't know his father all that well, Brand being away so much. Kind of a wild kid. Ran away any number of times and hung out with a band of outlaws -»

«Dalt's people?» I asked.

He nodded. «Rode with them, they say - even though his mother'd placed bounties on many of their heads at that time.»

«Wait a minute. You say that she really hated these outlaws and mercenaries -»

«Hate' may be the wrong word. She'd never bothered about them before, but when her son got friendly with them I think she just got mad.»

«She thought they were a bad influence?»

«No, I think she didn't like it that he'd run to them and they'd take him in whenever he had a falling out with her.»

«Yet you say that she saw Dalt paid off out of the Keep's treasure and allowed him to ride away, after they'd forced her hand against Sharu Garrul.»

«Yup. Big argument at the time, too, between Rinaldo and his mom, over just that point. And she finally gave in. That's the way I heard it from a couple of guys who were there. One of the few times the boy actually stood up to her and won, they say. In fact, that's why the guys deserted. She ordered all witnesses to their argument executed, they told me. They were the only ones managed to get away.»