Zelazny, Roger The Second Chronicles of Amber 04 Knight of Shadows

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forward. I extended my left hand past its corner and patted the wall. Frakir didn't stir.
"This is Merlin," I said, "and I'm kind of busy just now. You sure you wouldn't rather reflect
someone else?"
The nearest flame seemed, for an instant, a fiery hand, beckoning.
"Shit," I whispered, and I strode forward.
There was no sense of transition as I entered. A long red-patterned runner coveted the floor. Dust
motes spun in the lights I passed. I was beside myself in many aspects, flickering flamelight harlequinading
my garments, transforming my face within a dance of shadows.
Flicker.
For an instant it seemed that the stern visage of Oberon regarded me from a small high metal-framed
oval-as easily a trick of the light as the shade of his late highness, of course.
Flicker.
I'd swear an animalistic travesty of my own face had leered at me for a moment, tongue lolling, from
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a midlevel rectangle of quicksilver to my left, framed is ceramic flowers, face humanizing as I turned,
quickly, to mock me.
Walking. Footsteps muffled. Breathing slightly tight. I woadered whether I should summon my
Logrus sight or even try that of the Pattern. I was loath to attempt either, though, memories of the nastier
aspects of both Powers still too fresh within me for comfort. Something was about to happen to me, I
was certain.
I halted and examined the one I thought must have my number-framed in black metal, with various
signs from the magical arts inlaid in silver about it. The glass was murky, as if spirits swam just out of sight
within its depths. My face looked leaner, its lines more heavily inscribed, the faintest of purple halos,
perhaps, flickering about my head within it. There was something cold and vaguely sinister about that
image, but though I studied it for a long while, nothing happened. There were no messages,
enlighteaments, changes. In fact, the longer I stared, the more all of the dramatic little touches seemed but
tricks of the lighting.
I walked on, fist glimpses of unearthly landscapes, exotic creatures, hints of memory, neat
subliminals of dead friends and relatives. Something within a pool even waved a rake at me. I waved
back. Having so recently survived the traumas of my trek through the land between shadows, I was not
as intimidated by these manifestations of strangeness and possible menace as I would likely have been at
almost any other time. I thought I had sight of a gibbeted man, swinging as in a strong wind, hands tied
behind his back, El Greco sky above him.
"I've had a rough couple of days," I said aloud, "and there's no sign of any letup. I'm sort of in a
hurry, if you know what I mean."
Something punched me in the right kidney, and I spun around, but there was no one there. Then I
felt a hand upon my shoulder, turning me. I cooperated quickly. No one there either.
"I apologize," I said, "if the truth requires it here."
Invisible hands continued to push and tug at me, moving me past a number of attractive mirrors. I
was steered to a cheap-looking mirror in a dark-stained wooden frame. It looked as if it might have
come from some discount house. There was a slight imperfection in the glass, in the vicinity of my left eye.
Whatever forces had propelled me to this point released me here. It occurred to me that the powers that
be here might actually have been attempting to expedite things per my request, rather than simply hustling
me in a peevish spirit.
So, "Thanks," I said, just to be safe, and I continued to stare. I moved my head back and forth and
from side to side, producing ripple effects across my image. I repeated the movements while waiting for
whatever might occur.
My image remained unchanged, but on the third or fourth ripple my background was altered. It was
no longer a wall of dimly lit mirrors that stood behind me. It flowed away and did not return with my next
movement. In its place was a stand of dark shrubbery beneath an evening sky. I continued to move my
head slightly several times more, but the ripple effect had vanished. The bushes seemed very real, though
my peripheral vision showed me that the hallway was intact in both directions and still seemed to possess
its right-hand wall at both ends.
I continued to search the seemingly reflected shrubbery, looking for portents, omens, signs, or just a
little movement. None of these became apparent, though a very real sensation of depth was there. I could
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almost feel a cool breeze upon my neck. I must have stared for several minutes, waiting for the mirror to
produce something new. But it did not. If this was the best the mirror had to offer, it was time to move
on, I decided.
Something seemed to stir in the bushes at my back, then, causing reflex to take over. I turned
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