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I stood there on the beach and said； 〃Good…by； Butterfly；〃 and the ship slowly turned； then headed out toward deep water。 It would make it back into port at the lighthouse of Cabra； I knew； for that place lay near to Shadow。
Turning away； I regarded the black line of trees near at hand； knowing that a long walk lay ahead of me。 I moved in that direction； making the necessary adjustments as I advanced。 A pre…dawn chill lay upon the silent forest； and this was good。
I was perhaps fifty pounds underweight and still occasionally experienced double vision； but I was improving。 I had escaped the dungeons of Amber and recuperated somewhat； with the assistance of mad Dworkin and drunken Jopin； in that order。 Now I had to find me a place； a place resembling another place … one which no longer existed。 I located the path。 I took it。
After a time； I stopped at a hollow tree that had to be there。 I reached inside and drew forth my silvered blade and strapped it to my waist。 It mattered not that it had been somewhere in Amber。 It was here now； for the wood that I walked was in Shadow。
I continued for several hours； the unseen sun somewhere behind my left shoulder。 Then I rested awhile； then moved on。 It was good to see the leaves and the rocks and the dead tree trunks； the live ones； the grass； the dark earth。 It was good to smell all the little smells of life； and to hear its buzzing/humming/chirping sounds。 Gods！ How I treasured my eyes！ Having them back again after nearly four years of blackness was a thing for which I lacked words。 And to be walking free。。。
I went on； my tattered cloak flapping in the morning breeze。 I must have looked over fifty years old； my face creased； my form sparse； lean。 Who would have known me for what I was？
As I walked； walked in Shadow； moved toward a place； I did not reach that place。 It must be that I had grown somewhat soft。 Here is what happened …
I came upon seven men by the side of the road； and six of them were dead； lying in various stages of red dismemberment。 The seventh was in a semi…reclined position； his back against the mossy bole of an ancient oak。 He held his blade across his lap and there was a large wet wound in his right side； from which the blood still flowed。 He wore no armor； though some of the others did。 His gray eyes were open； though glassy。 His knuckles were skinned and his breathing was slow。 From beneath shaggy brows； he watched the crows eat out the eyes of the dead。 He did not seem to see me。
I raised my cowl and lowered my head to hide my face。 I moved nearer。
I knew him； or someone very like him； once。 His blade twitched and the point rose as I advanced。
〃I'm a friend；〃 I said。 〃Would you like a drink of water？〃 He hesitated a moment； then nodded。
〃Yes。〃 I opened my canteen and passed it to him。 He drank and coughed； drank some more。
〃Sir； I thank you；〃 he said as he passed it back。 〃I only regret it were not stronger。 Damn this cut！〃
〃I've some of that； too。 If you're sure you can handle it。〃
He held out his hand and I unstoppered a small flask and gave it to him。 He must have coughed for twenty seconds after a slug of that stuff Jopin drinks。
Then the left side of his mouth smiled and he winked lightly。
〃Much better；〃 he said。 〃Mind if I pour a drop of this onto my side？ I hate to waste good whisky； but …〃
〃Use it all； if you have to。 On second thought； though； your hand looks shaky。 Maybe I'd better do the pouring。〃
He nodded； and I opened his leather jacket and with my dagger cut away at his shirt until I had exposed the wound。 It was nasty…looking； deep； running from front to back a couple inches above the top of his hip。 He had other； less serious gashes on his arms； chest； and shoulders。
The blood kept oozing from the big one； and I blotted it a bit and wiped it clean with my kerchief。
〃Okay；〃 I said； 〃clench your teeth and look away；〃 and I poured。
His entire body jerked； one great spasm； and then he settled down to shivering。 But he did not cry out。 I had not thought he would。 I folded the kerchief and pressed it in place on the wound。 I tied it there； with a long strip I had torn from the bottom of my cloak。 〃Want another drink？〃 I asked him。
〃Of water；〃 he said。 〃Then I fear I must sleep。〃 He drank； then his head leaned forward until his chin was resting upon his breast。 He slept； and I made him a pillow and covered him over with dead men's cloaks。
Then I sat there at his side and watched the pretty black birds。
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He had not recognized me。 But then； who would？ Had I revealed myself to him； he might possibly have known me。 We had never really met； I guess； this wounded man and I。 But in a peculiar sense； we were acquainted。
I was walking in Shadow； seeking a place； a very special place。 It had been destroyed once； but I had the power to re…create it； for Amber casts an infinity of shadows。 A child of Amber may walk among them； and such was my heritage。 You may call them parallel worlds if you wish； alternate universes if you would； the products of a deranged mind if you care to。 I call them shadows； as do all who possess the power to walk among them。 We select a possibility and we walk until we reach it。 So； in a sense； we create it。 Let's leave it at that for now。
I had sailed； had begun this walk toward Avalon。
Centuries before； I had lived there。 It is a long； plicated； proud and painful story； and I may go into it later on； if I live to finish much more of this telling。
I was drawing nearer to my Avalon when I came upon the wounded knight and the six dead men。 Had I chosen to walk on by； I could have reached a place where the six men lay dead and the knight stood unwounded … or a place where he lay dead and they stood laughing。 Some would say it did not really matter； since all these things are possibilities； and therefore all of them exist somewhere in Shadow。
Any of my brothers and sisters … with the possible exceptions of Gerard and Benedict … would not even have given a second glance。 I have bee somewhat chickenhearted； however。 I was not always that way； but perhaps the shadow Earth； where I spent so many years； mellowed me a bit； and maybe my hitch in the dungeons of Amber reminded me somewhat of the quality of human suffering。 I do not know。 I only know that I could not pass by the hurt I saw on the form of someone much like someone who had once been a friend。 If I were to speak my name in this man's ear； I might hear myself reviled； I would certainly hear a tale of woe。
So； all right。 I would pay this much of the price： I would get him back on his feet； then I would cut out。 No harm done； and perhaps some small good within this Other。
I sat there； watching him； and after several hours； he awakened。
〃Hello；〃 I said； unstoppering my canteen。 〃Have another drink？〃
〃Thank you。〃 He extended a hand。
I watched him drink； and when he handed it back he said； 〃Excuse me for not introducing myself。 I was not in good manner。。。〃
〃I know you；〃 I said。 〃Call me Corey。〃
He looked as if he were about to say； 〃Corey of What？〃 but thought better of it and nodded。
〃Very well。 Sir Corey；〃 he demoted me。 〃I wish to thank you。〃
〃I am thanked by the fact that you are looking better；〃 I told him。 〃Want something to eat？〃
〃Yes； please。〃
〃I have some dried meat here and some bread that could be fresher；〃 I said。 〃Also a big hunk of cheese。 Eat all you want。〃 I passed it to him and he did。
〃What of yourself； Sir Corey？〃 he inquired。
〃I've already eaten； while you were asleep。〃 I looked about me； significantly。 He smiled。
〃。。。 And you knocked off all six of them by yourself？〃 I said。 He nodded。
〃Good show。 What am I going to do with you now？〃
He tried to see my face； failed。 〃I do not understand；〃 he said。
〃Where are you headed？〃
〃I have friends；〃 he said； 〃some five leagues to the north。 I was going in that direction when this thing happened。 And I doubt very much that any man； or the Devil himself； could bear me on his back for one league。 And I could stand。 Sir Corey； you'd a better idea as to my size。〃
I rose； drew my blade； and felled a sapling … about two inches in diameter … with one cut。 Then I stripped it and hacked it to the proper length。
I did it again； and with the belts and cloaks of dead men I rigged a stretcher。
He watched until I was finished； then mented：
〃You swing a deadly blade。 Sir Corey … and a silver one； it would seem。。。〃
〃Are you up to some traveling？〃 I asked him。
Five leagues is roughly fifteen miles。
〃What of the dead？〃 he inquired。
〃You want to maybe give them a decent Christian burial？〃 I said。 〃Screw them！ Nature takes care of its own。 Let's get out of here。 They stink already。〃
〃I'd like at least to see them covered over。 They fought well。〃
I sighed。
〃All right； if it will help you to sleep nights。 I haven't a spade； so I'll build them a cairn。 It's going to be a mon burial； though。〃
〃Good enough；〃 he said。
I laid the six bodies out； side by side。 I heard him mumbling something； which I guessed to be a prayer for the dead。
I ringed them around with stones。 There were plenty of stones in the vicinity； so I worked quickly； choosing the largest so that things would
