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. And there were no sounds other than my own
footfalls on a cobbled surface.
So what had I achieved? When I was awakened from a brief nap to attend
Luke's unusual sending to Amber, I'd been dead tired following extraordinary
exertions. I was transported into his presence, learned that he was
tripping, fed him something I hoped would bring him off it sooner, hacked up
a Fire Angel, and left Luke back where he had started.
I'd gotten two things out of it, I mused, as I strolled through the
cottony mist: I'd stalemated Luke in any designs he might still have upon
Amber. He was now aware that his mother was our prisoner, and I couldn't see
him bringing any direct action against us under the circumstances. Aside
from the technical problems involved in transporting Luke and keeping him in
one place, this was the reason I was willing to leave him as I just had. I'm
sure Random would have preferred him unconscious in a cell in the basement,
but I was certain he would settle for a defanged Luke at large; especially
so, when it was likely that Luke would be getting in touch with us sooner or
later regarding Jasra. I was willing to let him come down and come around in
his own good time. I had problems of my own in the waiting room, like
Ghostwheel, Mask, Vinta . . . and the new specter which had just taken a
number and a seat.
Maybe it had been Jasra who had been using the homing power of the blue
stones to send assassins after me
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