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."
"I've a feeling he's nearer."
"If Dalt were to capture Random. . . ."
"Impossible," I said, feeling a slight chill at the idea.
"Random can trump back here anytime he wants. No. When I talked about
defending Amber, and Benedict said, `It won't come to that,' I got the
impression he was talking about something close at hand. Something he feels
he can control."
"I see what you mean," he agreed. "But then he told you not to bother
fortifying."
"If Benedict feels we don't need to fortify, then we don't need to
fortify."
"Waltz and drink champagne while the cannons boom?"
"If Benedict says it's okay."
"You really trust that guy. What would you do without him?"
"Be more nervous," I said.
He shook his head. "Excuse me," he said. "I'm not used to being
acquainted with legends."
"You don't believe me?"
"I shouldn't believe you, but I do believe you. That's the trouble." He
was silent as we turned the corner and headed back toward the stair. Then he
added, "It was that way whenever I was around your father, too."
"Bill," I said, as we began to climb. "You knew my dad back before he
regained his memory, when he was just plain old Carl Corey. Maybe I've been
going about this thing wrong. Is there anything you can recall about that
phase of his life which might explain where he is now?"
He halted a moment and looked at me
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