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. "Things were pretty uneventful until
fairly recently. Then all hell broke loose-but most of it I understand, and
much of it seems under control. That part's complicated and not really worth
your concern."
He rested a hand on the bridge's side-piece: "And the . other part?" he
asked.
"My enemies up until this point had been from the environs of Amber.
But suddenly, when it seemed that most of that business was on its way to
being settled, someone put a Fire Angel on my trail. I succeeded in
destroying it just a little while ago. I've no idea why, and it's certainly
not an Amber trick."
He made a clicking noise with his lips as he turned away, paced a few
steps, and turned back.
"You're right, of course," he said. "I'd no idea it had come anywhere
near this, or I'd have spoken with you some time ago. But let me differ with
you as to orders of importance before I indulge in certain speculations on
your behalf. I want to hear your entire story."
"Why?"
"Because you are sometimes appallingly naive, little brother, and I do
not yet trust your judgment as to what is truly important."
"I may starve to death before I finish," I answered. Smiling crookedly,
my step-brother Mandor raised his arms. While Jurt and Despil are my half
brothers, borne by my mother, Dara, to Prince Sawall the Rim Lord, Mandor
was Sawall's son by an earlier marriage
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