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But he remained alone。
He sat there unmoving for perhaps a quarter of an hour； and when he finally stirred it was only to replace the cards somewhere in his chest and to extinguish the lamps。
The guard continued on his monotonous rounds and Ganelon began to snore。
I emptied my pipe and rolled over onto my side。
Tomorrow； I told myself。 If I wake up here tomorrow； everything will be all right。。。
Chapter 5
I sucked on a blade of grass and watched the mill wheel turn。 I was lying on my stomach on the stream's opposite bank； my head propped in my hands。 There was a tiny rainbow in the mist above the froth and boil at the foot of the waterfall； and an occasional droplet found its way to me。 The steady splashing and the sound of the wheel drowned out all other noises in the wood。 The mill was deserted today； and I contemplated it because I had not seen its like in ages。 Watching the wheel and listening to the water were more than just relaxing。 It was somewhat hypnotic。
It was our third day at Benedict's place； and Ganelon was off in town seeking amusement。 I had acpanied him on the previous day and learned what I wanted to know at that time。 Now I had no time for sight…seeing。 I had to think and act quickly。 There had been no difficulty at the camp。 Benedict had seen us fed and had furnished us with the map and the letter he had promised。 We had departed at sunrise and arrived at the manor around midday。 We were well received； and after settling into the quarters we were shown； we had made our way into town； where we had spent the balance of the day。
Benedict was planning to remain in the field for several more days。 I would have to be done with the task I had set myself before he came home。 So a hellride was in order。 There was no time for leisurely journeying； I had to remember the proper shadows and be under way soon。
It would have been refreshing； being in this place that was so like my Avalon； except that my thwarted purposes were reaching the point of obsession。 Realizing this was not tantamount to controlling it； however。 Familiar sights and sounds had diverted me only briefly； then I had turned once more to my planning。
It should work out neatly； as I saw it。 This one journey should solve two of my problems； if I could manage it without arousing suspicion。 It meant that I would definitely be gone overnight； but I had anticipated this and had already instructed Ganelon to cover for me。
My head nodding with each creak of the wheel； I forced everything else from my mind and set about remembering the necessary texture of the sand； its coloration； the temperature； the winds； the touch of salt in the air； the clouds。。。
I slept then and I dreamed； but not of the place that I sought。
I regarded a big roulette wheel； and we were all of us on it … my brothers； my sisters； myself； and others whom I knew or had known … rising and falling； each with his allotted section。 We were all shouting for it to stop for us and wailing as we passed the top and headed down once more。 The wheel had begun to slow and I was on the rise。 A fair…haired youth hung upside down before me； shouting pleas and warnings that were drowned in the cacophony of voices。 His face darkened； writhed； became a horrible thing to behold； and I slashed at the cord that bound his ankle and he fell from sight。 The wheel slowed even more as I neared the top； and I saw Lorraine then。 She was gesturing； beckoning frantically； and calling my name。 I leaned toward her； seeing her clearly； wanting her； wanting to help her。 But as the wheel continued its turning she passed from my sight。
〃Corwin！〃
I tried to ignore her cry； for I was almost to the top。 It came again； but I tensed myself and prepared to spring upward。 If it did not stop for me； I was going to try gimmicking the damned thing； even though falling off would mean my total ruin。 I readied myself for the leap。 Another click。。。
〃Corwin！〃
It receded； returned； faded； and I was looking toward the water wheel again with my name echoing in my ears and mingling； merging； fading into the sound of the stream。
I blinked my eyes and ran my fingers through my hair。 A number of dandelions fell about my shoulders as I did so； and I heard a giggle from somewhere behind me。
I turned quickly and stared。
She stood about a dozen paces from me； a tail； slender girl with dark eyes and close…cropped brown hair。 She wore a fencing jacket and held a rapier in her right hand； a mask in her left。 She was looking at me and laughing。 Her teeth were white； even and a trifle long； a band of freckles crossed her small nose and the upper portions of her well…tanned cheeks。 There was that air of vitality about her which is attractive in ways different from mere eliness。 Especially； perhaps； when viewed from the vantage of many years。 She saluted me with her blade。
〃En garde； Corwin！〃 she said。
〃Who the Devil are you？〃 I asked； just then noticing a jacket； mask； and rapier beside me in the grass。
〃No questions； no answers；〃 she said。 〃Not till we've fenced。〃
She fitted her mask over her head then and waited。
I rose and picked up the jacket。 I could see that it would be easier to fence than argue with her。 The fact that she knew my name disturbed me； and the more that I thought of it the more she seemed somehow familiar。 It was best to humor her； I decided； shrugging into the jacket and buckling it。 I picked up the blade； pulled on the mask。
〃All right；〃 I said； sketching a brief salute and advancing。 〃All right。〃
She moved forward then and we met。 I let her carry the attack。
She came on very fast with a beat…feint…feint…thrust。 My riposte was twice as fast； but she was able to parry it and e back with equal speed。 I began a slow retreat then； drawing her out。 She laughed and came on； pressing me hard。 She was good and she knew it。 She wanted to show off。 She almost got through twice； too； in the same way … low…line … which I did not like at all。 I caught her with a stop…thrust as soon as I could after that。 She cursed softly； good…naturedly； as she acknowledged it and came right back at me。 I do not ordinarily like to fence with women； no matter how good they are； but this time I discovered that I was enjoying myself。 The skill and grace with which she carried the attacks and bore them gave me pleasure to behold and respond to； and I found myself contemplating the mind that lay behind that style。 At first； I had wanted to tire her quickly； to conclude the match and question her。 Now I found myself desiring to prolong the encounter。
She did not tire readily。 There was small cause for concern on that count。 I lost track of time as we stamped back and forth along the bank of the stream； our blades clicking steadily。
A long while must have passed； though； before she stamped her heel and threw up her blade in a final salute。 She tore off her mask then and gave me another smile。
〃Thank you！〃 she said； breathing heavily。
I returned the salute and drew off the bird cage。 I turned and fumbled with the jacket buckles； and before I realized it she had approached and kissed me on the cheek。 She had not had to stand tiptoe to do it either。 I felt momentarily confused； but I smiled。 Before I could say anything； she had taken my arm and turned me back in the direction from which we had e。
〃I've brought us a picnic basket；〃 she said。
〃Very good。 I am hungry。 I am also curious。。。〃
〃I will tell you anything that you want to hear；〃 she said merrily。
〃How about telling me your name？〃 I said。
〃Dara；〃 she replied。 〃My name is Dara； after my grandmother。〃
She glanced at me as she said it； as though hoping for a reaction。 I almost hated to disappoint her； but I nodded and repeated it； then； 〃Why did you call me Corwin？〃 I asked。
〃Because that is your name；〃 she said。 〃I recognized you。〃
〃From where？〃 She released my arm。
〃Here it is；〃 she said； reaching behind a tree and raising a basket that had been resting upon the ridges of exposed roots。
〃I hope the ants didn't get to it；〃 she said； moving to a shaded area beside the stream and spreading a cloth upon the ground。
I hung the fencing gear on a nearby shrub。
〃You seem to carry quite a few things around with you；〃 I observed。
〃My horse is back that way；〃 she said； gesturing downstream with her head。
She returned her attention to weighing down the cloth and unpacking the basket。
〃Why way back there？〃 I asked。
〃So that I could sneak up on you； of course。 If you'd heard a horse clomping around you'd have been awake sure as hell。〃
〃You're probably right；〃 I said。
She paused as though pondering deeply； then spoiled it with a giggle。
〃But you didn't the first time； though。 Still。。。〃
〃The first time？〃 I said； seeing she wanted me to ask it。
〃Yes； I almost rode over you awhile back；〃 she said。 〃You were sound asleep。 When I saw who it was； I went back for a picnic basket and the fencing gear。〃
〃Oh。 I see。〃
〃e and sit down now；〃 she said。 〃And open the bottle； will you？〃
She put a bottle beside my place and carefully unwrapped two crystal goblets； which she then set in the center of the cloth。
I moved to my place and sat down。
〃That is Benedict's best crystal；〃 I
