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. "I
didn't think he'd move this fast."
He stared off into some vanishing point for a long while. Then he said,
"Thanks."
"Well, does it help or hurt?" I asked.
"Me, or Kashfa?" he said.
"I hadn't split it down that fine."
"That's okay, because I'm not sure how to take this. I need to do some
thinking. Get the big picture."
I stared at him and he smiled again.
"It is interesting," he added. "You got anything else for me?"
"That's enough," I said.
"Yeah, probably you're right," he agreed. "Don't want to overload the
systems. Think we're losing touch with the simple things, old buddy?"
"Not so long as we know each other," I said.
Julian dropped the flap, returned to us, and sought his wine cup.
"Your food will be along in a few minutes," he told Luke.
"Thanks. "
"According to Benedict," he said, "you told Random that Dalt is a son
of Oberon."
"I did," Luke acknowledged. "One who's walked the Pattern, at that.
Does it make a difference?"
Julian shrugged.
"Won't be the first time I've wanted to kill a relative," he stated.
"By the way, you're my nephew, aren't you?"
"Right . . . uncle."
Julian swirled the contents of his cup again.
"Well, welcome to Amber," he said. "I heard a banshee last night. I
wonder if there's any connection?"
"Change," Luke said. "They mean things are changing and they wail for
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