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"No!" I cried. "Stop!"
But it was too late. Her foot was already in place, brightness
outlining the sole of her boot.
"Don't move!" I said. "Whatever you do, stay still!" She did as I said,
holding her position. I licked my lips, which suddenly seemed very dry.
"Now, try to raise the foot you placed upon the line and draw it back.
Can you do it?"
"No," she replied.
I knelt beside her and studied it. Theoretically, once you'd set foot
upon the Pattern there was no turning back. You had no choice but to
continue and either make it through or be destroyed somewhere along the way.
On the other hand, she should already be dead. Theoretically, again, anyone
not of the blood of Amber shouldn't be able to set foot upon it and live. So
much for theory.
"Hell of a time to ask," I said. "But why'd you do it?
"You indicated to me back in the cave that my guess was correct. You
said that you knew what I was."
I recalled what I'd said, but that was with reference to my guess at
her being the body-shafting entity. What could she have taken it to mean
that had to do with the Pattern? But even as I sought after a spell that
might free her from the Pattern's hold, the obvious answer to things drifted
into my mind.
"Your connection with the House . . . ?" I said softly.
"King Oberon supposedly had an affair with my mother before I was
born," she said
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