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. Street and pedestrian traffic was light. Cooking smells drifted
on the air; leaves. rattled along the road; .a small yellow dragon rode the
air currents high overhead; curtains of rainbow light rippled high in the
north beyond the palace. I kept waiting, expecting more questions from Coral
than the few she had asked. They never came. If I'd just heard my story, I
think I'd have a lot of questions, unless I were totally overpowered by it
or somehow understood it thoroughly.
"When we get back to the palace . . . ?" she said then.
"Yes?"
". . . You will take me to see the Pattern, won't you?"
I laughed.
. . . Or unless something else were occupying my mind.
"Right away? First thing in the door?" I asked.
"Yes.
"Sure," I said.
Then, that off her mind, "Your story changes my picture of the world,"
she said, "and I wouldn't presume to advise you. . . ." ,
"But-" I continued.
". . . If seems that the Keep of the Four Worlds, holds the answers you
want. Everything else may fall into place when you learn what's going on
there. But I don't understand why you can't just do a card for it and trump
in."
"Good question. There are parts of the Courts of Chaos to which no one
can trump because they change constantly and cannot be represented in a
permanent fashion. The same applies to the place where I situated
Ghostwheel
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