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. He'll withdraw
his force and I'll accompany him."
"Luke, you're crazy!" I said.
Julian glared at me.
"Continue," he said.
"If I win, he's my prisoner," he went on. "He goes back with me to
Amber, or anywhere else I care to transport him, and his officers withdraw
his troops."
"The only way of assuring such a withdrawal," Julian said, "is to let
them know that if they don't they're doomed."
"Of course," Luke said. "That's why I told him that Benedict is waiting
in the wings to roll down on him. I'm sure it's the only reason he's agreed
to do this."
"Most astute," Julian observed. "Either way, Amber wins. What are you
trying to buy with this, Rinaldo, for yourself?"
Luke smiled.
"Think about it," he said.
"There is more to you than I'd thought, Nephew," he replied. "Move over
there to my right, would you?"
"Why?"
"To block his view of me, of course. I've got to let Benedict know
what's going on."
Luke moved while Julian located his Trumps and иs shuffled out the
proper one. In the meantime the runner from our lines had come up and stood
waiting. Julian put away all of the cards but one then, and commenced his
communication. It lasted for a minute or so, then Julian paused to speak
with the runner and send him back. Immediately, he continued the
conversation with the card
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