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. But now
was not the time to mess around being experimental. I opened my eyes and
began to draw. I used the techniques I'd learned in the Courts, which are
different yet similar to those employed in Amber. I was qualified to execute
them in either fashion, but I'm faster with the style I learned first.
Nayda came over and stood near, watching, not asking whether I minded.
As it was, I did not.
"When did you see him last?" she asked.
"Who?"
"Luke."
"This evening," I answered.
"Where?"
"He was here earlier.''
"Is he here now?".
" No."
"Where did you last see him?"
"In the forest of Arden. Why?"
"It seams a strange place to part."
I was working on Coral's eyebrows.
"We parted under strange circumstances," I said.
A little more work about the eyes, a bit on the her....
"Strange? In what way?" she asked.
More color to the cheeks. . . .
"Never mind," I told her.
"All right," she said. "It's probably not that important."
I decided against rising to that bait, because I was suddenly getting
something. As had occasionally happened in the past, my concentration on the
Trump as I put the final touches to it was sufficiently intense to reach
through and....
"Coral!" I said, as the features moved, perspectives shifted.
"Merlin . . . ?" she answered. "I . . . I'm in trouble
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