Roger Zelazny - The Shroudling and the Guisel

Preface from _Realms of Fantasy_: This story takes up the affairs ofMerlin, son of Corwin, from where I left him at the end of _Prince ofChaos_, the 10th and most recent book in my Amber series. As a Prince ofAmber on his father's side and a Prince of Chaos on his mother's, Merlin hassome problems--not the least of these being that he finds himself in theline of succession for the recently vacated Throne of Chaos, a position heis not anxious to assume. He had felt himself well-protected from it by thenumber of claimants ahead of him. Unfortunately, they have been dying offmost rapidly, generally by means other than the natural. He suspects hismother, Dara, and his half-brother, Mandor, of having a hand in this. But herecently faced both of them down in a magical duel, and they seem to havehad second thoughts about his tractability, should one of them manage toseat him on the Throne. Time will tell. In the meantime, he went off to oneof Mandor's guest houses, hoping for a good night's sleep.

I awoke in a dark room, making love to a lady I did not recall havinggone to bed with. Life can be strange. Also oddly sweet at times. I hadn'tthe will to destroy our congress, and I went on and on with what I was doingand so did she until we came to that point of sudden giving and taking, thatmoment of balance and rest.

I made a gesture with my left hand and a small light appeared andglowed above our heads. She had long black hair and green eyes, and hercheekbones were high and her brow wide. She laughed when the light came on,revealing the teeth of a vampire. Her mouth held not a trace of blood,making it seem somehow impolite for me to touch my throat seeking after anytrace of soreness. "It's been a long time, Merlin," she said softly.

"Madam, you have the advantage of me," I said.

She laughed again. "Hardly," she answered, and she moved in such afashion as to distract me entirely, causing the entire chain of events tobegin again on my part.

"Unfair," I said, staring into those sea-deep eyes, stroking that palebrow. There was something terribly familiar there, but I could notunderstand it.

"Think," she said, "for I wish to be remembered."

"I...Rhanda?" I asked.

"Your first love, as you were mine," she said smiling, "there in themausoleum. Children at play, really. But it was sweet, was it not?"

"It still is," I replied, stroking her hair. "No, I never forgot you.Never thought to see you again, though, after finding that note saying yourparents no longer permitted you to play with me...thinking me a vampire."

"It seemed so, my Prince of Chaos and of Amber. Your strange strengthsand your magics...."

I looked at her mouth, at her unsheathed fangs. "Odd thing for a familyof vampires to forbid," I stated.

"Vampires? We're not vampires," she said. "We are among the last of theshroudlings. There are only five families of us left in all the secretimages of all the shadows from here to Amber--and farther, on into thatplace and into Chaos."

I held her more tightly and a long lifetime of strange lore passedthrough my head. Later I said, "Sorry, but I have no idea of what ashroudling is."

Later still she responded, "I would be very surprised if you did, forwe have always been a secret race." She opened her mouth to me, and I saw byspirit-light a slow retraction of her fangs into normal-seeming dentition."They emerge in times of passion other than feasting," she remarked.

"So you do use them as a vampire would," I said.

"Or a ghoul," she said. "Their flesh is even richer than their blood."

"'Their'?" I said.

"That of those we would take."

"And who might they be?" I asked.

"Those the world might be better off without," she said. "Most of themsimply vanish. Occasionally, with a feast of jokers, only parts of someremain."

I shook my head.

"Shroudling lady, I do not understand," I told her.

"We come and go where we would. We are an undetected people, a proudpeople. We live by a code of honor which has protected us against all yourunderstanding. Even those who suspect us do not know where to turn to seekus."

"Yet you come and tell me these things."

"I have watched you much of my life. You would not betray us. You, too,live by a code."

"Watched me much of my life? How?"

But we distracted each other then and that moment came to a close. Iwould not let it die, however. Finally, as we lay side by side, I repeatedit. By then, however, she was ready for it.

"I am the fleeting shadow in your mirror," she said. "I look out, yetyou see me not. All of us have our pets, my love, a person or place ofhobby. You have always been mine."

"Why do you come to me now, Rhanda?" I asked. "After all these years?"

She looked away.

"Mayhap you will die soon," she said after a time, "and I wished torecall our happy days together at Wildwood."

"Die soon? I live in danger. I can't deny it. I'm too near the Throne.But I've strong protectors--and I am stronger than people think."

"As I said, I have watched," she stated. "I do not doubt your prowess.I've seen you hang many spells and maintain them. Some of them I do not evenunderstand."

"You are a sorceress?"

She shook her head. "My knowledge of these matters, while extensive, ispurely academic," she said. "My own powers lie elsewhere."

"Where?" I inquired.

She gestured toward my wall. I stared. Finally, I said, "I don'tunderstand."

"Could you turn that thing up?" she asked, nodding toward thespirit-light.

I did so.

"Now move it into the vicinity of your mirror."

I did that also. The mirror was very dark, but so was everything elsethere in Mandor's guest house, where I had elected to spend the nightfollowing our recent reconciliation.

I got out of bed and crossed the room. The mirror was absolutely black,containing no reflection of anything. "Peculiar," I remarked.

"No," she said. "I closed it and locked it after I entered here.Likewise, every other mirror in the house."

"You came in by way of the mirror?"

"I did. I live in the mirrorworld."

"And your family? And the four other families you mentioned?"

"We all of us make our homes beyond the bounds of reflection."

"And from there you travel from place to place?"

"Indeed."

"Obviously, to watch your pets. And to eat people of whom youdisapprove?"

"That, too."

"You're scary, Rhanda." I returned to the bed, seating myself on itsedge. I took hold of her hand and held it. "And it is good to see you again.I wish you had come to me sooner."

"I have," she said, "using the sleep spells of our kind."

"I wish you had awakened me."

She nodded. "I would like to have stayed with you, or taken you homewith me. But for this part of your life you a certified danger bringer."

"It does seem that way," I agreed. "Still...Why are you here now, apartfrom the obvious?"

"The danger has spread. It involves us now."

"I actually thought that the danger in my life had been minimized a bitof late," I told her. "I have beaten off Dara's and Mandor's attempts tocontrol me and come to an understanding of sorts with them."

"Yet still they will scheme."

I shrugged. "It is their nature. They know that I know, and they know Iam their match. They know I am ready for them now. And my brother Jurt...we,too, seem to have reached an understanding. And Julia...we have beenreconciled. We--"

She laughed. "Julia has already used your 'reconciliation' to try toturn Jurt against you. I watched. I know. She stirs his jealousy with hintsthat she still cares more for you than for him. What she really wants is youremoved, along with the seven in the running with you--and the others whostand ready. She would be queen in Chaos."