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. Mandor is considerably older than
I, and as a result he reminds me much of my relatives back in Amber. I'd
always felt a bit of an outsider among the children of Dara and Sawall. In
that Mandor was-in a more stable sense-not part of that particular grouping
either, we'd had something in common. But whatever the impulse behind his
early attentions, we'd hit it off and become closer, I sometimes think, than
full blood brothers. He had taught me a lot of practical things over the
years, and we had had many good- times together.
The air was distorted between us, and when Mandor lowered his arms a
dinner table covered with embroidered white linen came into sudden view
between us, soundlessly, followed a moment later by a pair of facing chairs.
The table bore numerous covered dishes, fine china, crystal, silverware;
there was even a gleaming ice bucket with a dark twisted bottle within it.
"I am impressed," I stated.
"I've devoted considerable time to gourmet magic in recent years," he
said. "Pray, be seated."
We made ourselves comfortable there on the bridge between two
darknesses. I muttered appreciatively as I tasted, and it was some minutes
before I could begin a summary of the events that had brought me to this
place of starlight and silence.
Mandor listened to my entire tale without interruption, and when I'd
finished he nodded and said, "Would you care for another serving of
dessert?"
"Yes," I agreed
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