Roger Zelazny - Hall of Mirrors

Neither of us realized there had been a change until a halfdozen guystried an ambush.

We had spent the night in the Dancing Mountains, Shask and I, where I'dwitnessed a bizarre game between Dworkin and Suhuy. I'd heard strange talesabout things that happened to people who spent the night there, but I hadn'thad a hell of a lot of choice in the matter. It had been storming, I wastired, and my mount had become a statue. I don't know how that game turnedout, though I was mentioned obliquely as a participant and I'm stillwondering.

The next morning my blue horse Shask and I had crossed the ShadowDivide 'twixt Amber and Chaos. Shask was a Shadow mount my son Merlin hadfound for me in the royal stables of the Courts. At the moment, Shask wastraveling under the guise of a giant blue lizard, and we were singing songsfrom various times and places.

Two men rose on either side of the trail from amid rocky cover,pointing crossbows at us. Two more stepped out before usone with a bow, theother bearing a rather beautiful looking blade, doubtless stolen,considering the guy's obvious profession.

"Halt! and no harm'll happen," said the swordsman.

I drew rein.

"When it comes to money, I'm pretty much broke right now," I said, "andI doubt any of you could ride my mount, or would care to."

"Well now, maybe and maybe not," said the leader, "but it's a rough wayto make a living, so we take whatever we can."

"It's not a good idea to leave a man with nothing," I said. "Somepeople hold grudges."

"Most of them can't walk out of here."

"Sounds like a death sentence to me."

He shrugged.

"That sword of yours looks pretty fancy," he said. "Let's see it."

"I don't think that's a good idea," I said.

"Why not?"

"If I draw it, I may wind up killing you," I said.

He laughed.

"We can take it off your body," he said, glancing to his right andleft.

"Maybe," I said.

"Let's see it."

"If you insist."

I drew Grayswandir with a singing note. It persisted, and the eyes ofthe swordsman before me widened as it went on to describe an arc calculatedto intersect with his neck. His own weapon came out as mine passed throughhis neck and continued. His cut toward Shask and passed through the animal'sshoulder. Neither blow did any damage whatsoever.

"You a sorcerer?" he asked as I swung again, delivering a blow thatmight have removed his arm. Instead, it passed harmlessly by.

"Not the kind who does things like this. You?"

"No," he answered, striking again. "What's going on?"

I slammed Grayswandir back into the scabbard.

"Nothing," I said. "Go bother someone else."

I shook the reins, and Shask moved forward.

"Shoot him down!" the man cried.

The men on either side of the trail released their crossbow bolts, asdid the other man before me. All four bolts from the sides passed throughShask, three of the men injuring or killing their opposite numbers. The onefrom ahead passed through me without pain or discomfort. An attempted swordblow achieved nothing for my first assailant.

"Ride on," I said.

Shask did so and we ignored their swearing as we went.

"We seem to have come into a strange situation," I observed.

The beast nodded.

"At least it kept us out of some trouble," I said.

"Funny. I'd a feeling you would have welcomed trouble," Shask said.

I chuckled.

"Perhaps, perhaps not," I replied. "I wonder how long the spell lasts?"

"Maybe it has to be lifted."

"Shit! That's always a pain."

"Beats being insubstantial."

"True."

"Surely someone back at Amber will know what to do."

"Hope so."

We rode on, and we encountered no one else that day. I felt the rocksbeneath me when I wrapped myself in my cloak to sleep that night. Why did Ifeel them when I didn't feel a sword or a crossbow bolt? Too late to askShask whether he had felt anything, for he had turned to stone for thenight.

I yawned and stretched. A partly unsheathed Grayswandir felt normalbeneath my fingers. I pushed it back in and went to sleep.

Following my morning ablutions, we rode again. Shask was taking well tohellrides, as well as most Amber mounts did. Better, in some ways. We racedthrough a wildly changing landscape. I thought ahead to Amber, and I thoughtback to the time I'd spent imprisoned in the Courts. I had honed mysensitivity to a very high degree through meditation, and I began to wonderwhether that, coupled with other strange disciplines I'd undertaken, couldhave led to my intangibility. I supposed it might have contributed, but I'da feeling the Dancing Mountains were the largest donor.

"I wonder what it represents and where it came from?" I said aloud.

"Your homeland, I'd bet," Shask replied, "left especially for you."

"Why did you read it that way?"

"You've been telling me about your family as we rode along. I wouldn'ttrust them."

"Those days are past."

"Who knows what might have happened while you were away? Old habitsreturn easily."

"One would need a reason for something like that."

"For all you know, one of them has a very good one."

"Possibly. But it doesn't seem likely. I've been away for some time,and few know I'm free at last."

"Then question those few."

"We'll see."

"Just trying to be helpful."

"Don't stop. Say, what do you want to do after we get to Amber?"

"Haven't made up my mind yet. I've been something of a wanderer."

I laughed.

"You're a beast after my own heart. In that your sentiments are mostunbeastlike, how can I repay you for this transport?"

"Wait. I've a feeling the Fates will take care of that."

"So be it. In the meantime, though, if you happen to think of somethingspecial, let me know."

"It's a privilege to help you, Lord Corwin. Let it go at that."

"All right. Thanks."

We passed through shadow after shadow. Suns ran backward and stormsassailed us out of beautiful skies. We toyed with night, which might havetrapped a less adroit pair than us, found a twilight, and took our rationsthere. Shortly thereafter, Shask turned back to stone. Nothing attacked usthat night, and my dreams were hardly worth dreaming.

Next day we were on our way early, and I used every trick I knew toshortcut us through Shadow on our way home. Home... It did feel good to beheaded back, despite Shask's comments on my relatives. I'd no idea I wouldmiss Amber as much as I had. I'd been away far longer on countlessoccasions, but usually I had at least a rough idea as to when I might beheading back. A prison in the Courts, though, was not a place from which onemight make such estimates.

So we tore on, wind across a plain, fire in the mountains, water down asteep ravine. That evening I felt the resistance begin, the resistance whichcomes when one enters that area of Shadow near to Amber. I tried to make itall the way but failed. We spent that night at a place near to where theBlack Road used to run. There was no trace of it now.

The next day the going was slower, but, more and more, familiar shadowscropped up. That night we slept in Arden, but Julian did not find us. Ieither dreamed his hunting horn or heard it in the distance as I slept; andthough it is often prelude to death and destruction, it merely made me feelnostalgic. I was finally near to home.

The next morning I woke before sunup. Shask, of course, was still ablue lizard curled at the base of a giant tree. So I made tea and ate anapple afterward. We were low on provisions but should soon be in the land ofplenty.

Shask slowly unwound as the sun came up. I fed him the rest of theapples and gathered my possessions.

We were riding before too long, slow and easy, since there would besome hard climbing up the back route I favored. During our first break Iasked him to become once more a horse, and he obliged. It didn't seem tomake that much difference, and I requested he maintain it. I wanted todisplay his beauty in that form.