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"Dara!" he said. "Then you..." His voice faded.
"I was not lying," I said. "She is real."
"Martin!" cried Random, who had moved up on my right. "Martin! What's going
on!"
There was no response.
"I don't think he can hear you," Gщrard said. "This barrier seems to have
cut us off completely."
Random strained forward, his hands pushing against something unseen.
"Let's all of us give it a shove," he said.
So I tried again. Gщrard also threw his weight against the invisible wall.
After half a minute without success, I eased back.
"No good," I said. "We can't move it."
"What is the damned thing?" Random asked. "What is holding--"
I'd had a hunch--only that, though--as to what might be going on. And only
because of the dщjр vu character of the entire piece. Now, though... Now I
clasped my hand to my scabbard, to assure myself that Grayswandir still hung at
my side.
It did.
Then how could I explain the presence of my distinctive blade, its
elaborate tracery gleaming for all to see, hanging where it had suddenly
appeared, without support, in the air before the throne, its point barely
touching Dara's throat? I could not.
But it was too similar to what had happened that night in the dream city in
the sky, Tir-na Nog'th, to be a coincidence. Here were none of the
trappings--the darkness, the confusion, the heavy shadows, the tumultuous
emotions I had known-and yet the piece was set much as it had been that night.
It was very similar. But not precisely so. Benedict's stance seemed somewhat
off--farther back, his body angled differently. While I could not read her lips,
I wondered whether Dara was asking the same strange questions, I doubted it. The
tableau--like, yet unlike, that which I had experienced--had probably been
colored at the other end--that is, if there were any connection at all--by the
effects of Tir-na Nog'th's powers upon my mind at that time.
"Corwin," Random said, "that looks like Grayswandir hanging in front of
her."
"It does, doesn't it?" I said. "But as you can see, I am wearing my blade."
"There can't be another just like it... can there? Do you know what is
happening?"
"I am beginning to feel as if I may," I said. "Whatever, I am powerless to
stop it."
Benedict's blade suddenly came free and engaged the other, so like my own.
In a moment, he was fighting an invisible opponent.
"Give him hell, Benedict!" Random shouted.
"It is no use," I said. "He is about to be disarmed."
"How can you know?" Gщrard asked.
"Somehow, that is me in there, fighting with him," I said. "This is the
other end of my dream in Tir-na Nog'th. I do not know how he managed it, but
this is the price for Dad's recovering the Jewel."
"I do not follow you," he said.
I shook my head.
"I do not pretend to understand how it is being done," I told him. "But we