The courts of chaos by Roger Zelazny Read Free Book Online Page B

realized that I could do a lot more than control weather with it. Whatever Brand’s power, I felt I’d a weapon now with which to confront it directly. The Jewel pulsed more deeply as I did this.
    “Truce,” Brand said. “Okay? May we talk?”
    “I do not see that we have anything more to say to one another,” I told him.
    “If you do not give me a chance you will never know for certain, will you?”
    He came to a halt about seven meters away, flung his green cloak back over his left shoulder and smiled.
    “All right. Say it, whatever it is,” I said.
    “I tried to stop you,” he said, “back there, for the Jewel. It is obvious that you know what it is now, that you realize how important it is.”
    I said nothing.
    “Dad has already used it,” he continued, “and I am sorry to report that he has failed in what he set out to do with it.”
    “What? How could you know?”
    “I can see through Shadow, Corwin. I would have thought our sister had filled you in more thoroughly on these matters. With a little mental effort, I can perceive whatever I choose now. Naturally, I was concerned with the outcome of this affair. So I watched. He is dead, Corwin. The effort was too much for him. He lost control of the forces he was manipulating and was blasted by them a little over halfway through the Pattern.”
    “You lie!” I said, touching the Jewel.
    He shook his head.
    “I admit that I am not above lying to gain my ends, but this time I am telling the truth. Dad is dead. I saw him fall. The bird brought you the Jewel then, as he had willed it. We are left in a universe without a Pattern.”
    I did not want to believe him. But it was possible that Dad had failed. I had the assurance of the only expert in the business, Dworkin, as to the difficulty of the task.
    “Granting for the moment what you have said, what happens next?” I asked.
    “Things fall apart,” he replied. “Even now. Chaos wells up to fill the vacuum back at Amber. A great vortex has come into being, and it grows. It spreads ever outward, destroying the shadow worlds, and it will not stop until it meets with the Courts of Chaos, bringing all of creation full circle, with Chaos once more to reign over all.”
    I felt dazed. Had I struggled from Greenwood, through everything, to here, to have it end this way? Would I see everything stripped of meaning, form, content, life, when things had been pushed to a kind of completion?
    “No!” I said. “It cannot be so.”
    “Unless . . .” Brand said softly. “Unless what?”
    “Unless a new Pattern is inscribed, a new order created to preserve form.”
    “You mean ride back into that mess and try to complete the job? You just said that the place no longer exists.”
    “No. Of course not. The location is unimportant. Wherever there is a Pattern there is a center, let’s do it right here.”
    “You think that you can succeed where Dad failed?”
    “I have to try. I am the only one who knows enough about it and has sufficient time before the waves of Chaos arrive. Listen, I admit to everything Fiona has doubtless told you about me. I have schemed and I have acted. I have dealt with the enemies of Amber. I have shed our blood. I tried to burn out your memory. But the world as we know it is being destroyed now, and I live here too. All of my plans-everything!-will come to nothing if some measure of order is not preserved. Perhaps I have been duped by the Lords of Chaos. It is difficult for me to admit that, but I see the possibility now. It is not too late to foil them, though. We can build the new bastion of order right here.”
    “How?”
    “I need the Jewel-and your assistance. This will be the site of the new Amber.”
    “Supposing-arguendo-I give it to you. Would the new Pattern be exactly like the old one?”
    He shook his head.
    “It could not be, any more than the one Dad was attempting to create would have been like Dworkin’s. No two authors can render the same story in the same