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Returning From The Field


As Conner leaves the tent, he sees that his orders have been followed. Camp is mostly broken and the men are forming up to march, awaiting his orders.

Conner takes a moment to ponder the political logistics of the march. Using his knowledge of Rebman culture, Connor places the Triton vanguard that fought the sharks in the place of prime honor. Jerod and his troops, if they are marching with him, will be given the spot just behind them. The Shells that hope to be up and coming in the new regime he places around his own entourage. Loreena, as she is under parole, will march alongside him and not with the rest of the prisoners to show that the old regime is still to be respected and not brushed aside. Similarly, Teukros will march beside him to show the new place of Tritons under Khela's regime. The prisoners will be towards the middle with Rebman and Triton troops on either side.

Satisfied that the arrangements are as proper as he can make them, Conner orders his troops to arrange as he planned and begin their victory march into the city. He trusts that Llewella and Khela have lookouts posted and will be aware of and ready for their approach.

There is a certain amount of dissatisfaction amongst the Rebmans, mostly Jerod's troops, with the Triton's place of honor, mostly amongst the men of important families who aren't connected to any of Khela's troops. Teukros offers to have the tritons cede their place, if it will make peace.

Both Conner and Jerod are aware of what are most likely family connections between the former rebels and the Coldstream Guard.

Will Jerod be with Conner or with his troops?

The march to the city should take less than an hour, even at troop marching speeds. The battle was within sight of the walls.

Jerod is waiting to see Conner's reaction to the various comments. He is neutral to Teukros' offer but is personally disinclined to accept it. His men earned their stripes and he said as much to them - their position in an honor parade will be a fleeting memory soon enough except for the truly narcissistic among them, and Drusus will dump those if he's smart once he's got the chance. The tritons stood in the front rank of the initial attack and Jerod recognizes that effort on their part. Whether they did it out of personal choice or because they were ordered to is up to them to decide, not him.

If the issue remains extremely contentious (as opposed to only slightly), Jerod has a compromise he might offer, but he will wait and watch first.

Conner expects this grumbling from the Rebmans. In fact, part of the reason for putting the Tritons in the place of honor was to identify those who might have a problem with Rebma's new world order. Conner thanks Teukros for his offer but Conner has no intention of cheating the Tritons of the honors they have earned. However, he has no wish to slight the Coldstream Guard for their crucial efforts. Would they be willing to march side by side with the Tritons and share the place of honor? After all, there is no point in quibbling over who was the most pivotal in the battle now is there?

Jerod is watching to see how Conner handles the situation that he has created. Given that Conner is commanding what is essentially a short term, inherently mercenary force, unless Khela is intent on expending considerable economic resources maintaining this force, it will soon likely be disbanded, leaving the Tritons as her personal force, and the Guard as the main defenders of the city.

So Jerod will be there as Conner puts forward his proposal, and to see how he responds to any comments that might arise. His men will know enough not to get out of line with pissant pettiness (he wouldn't accept it from them himself), but they also know he won't muzzle them if they have a legitimate grievance. The bodies of the brothers they carry home will ensure that.

The guards seem upset, as if they've been asked to cede equal honors to the baggage train. It's on the way to being ugly, but Drusus and one of his senior ranks step up and start talking to people. Word passes quickly, and soon they all seem completely content with the dual honor. They aren't smiling, but they seem content.

Teukros looks uneasy. "Perhaps we should swim above them, General," he offers.

"Times of transition often create tension." Jerod says to Teukros, satisfied with Drusus performance. "It is gratifying to see how one deals with it.

"We will proceed." he says to Conner. "Your honour guard should assume their station. We've tarried here long enough."

"Yes, we have." Conner agrees. He makes a mental note to try and find out later what was said to quiet the men. "To Rebma, gentlemen." Conner takes his place within the formation and gives instructions to march.

The distance is short and, for armies used to forced marches and quick deployments, remarkably relaxed. Perhaps this is not true for Huon's forces, but both the Rebmans and the Rebels are in high spirits.

The distance is easily covered and, as the city is approached, Jerod and Conner can see both the damage done to her and the repairs underway. They are eerily reminiscent of the damage done to Amber by the Sundering. The buildings that have fallen are those destroyed in Amber.

Despite this, or perhaps because of it, people are lining the route the combined Army will take into the city.

"Oh Lir," swears Lamell, "we tarried too long. They've organized a parade!"

"There are worse things." Conner replies absently. His mind is focused more on the destruction that Rebma has borne. The reflection of the Sundering sobers Conner. His usual smile is absent. Mainly due to the thoughts of Rebma's pattern and how stable it might be.

Jerod motions towards the bodies his soldiers are carrying. "They won't be cheering for very long." he says, making note of the buildings. He glances over to Conner to make eye contact, referencing the buildings with his gaze. There will be things that need to be checked.

Not far within the main gate to the city is a cleared field, sometimes used for markets but kept clear to provide staging and practice grounds for the Army. It is here that the crowds lining the roads have funneled them.

The men seem excited to be here, and passing through the gate to cheers is certainly most of the best part of being a soldier. The crowd of Rebmans mixed with Tritons and soldiers of the home guard is almost as frenetic as the troops.

It is Germanicus who comes up to meet them. He clasps Gaius Drusus in a firm hug and comes to Conner and Jerod.

"Bravely done, sirs. We watched from here, until the magical assault on the city. Her majesty would have the commanders come forward. Shall we?"

"We shall." Jerod says. "Report the city status as we go. A short report please."

Conner nods his assent and steps forward to follow.

"Buildings fell in the seaquake, but it seemed centered on the Castle, so less damage to the city than you might think. Not as many casualties as might be expected. People had fled the fighting or were at the walls, watching the battle. Most of the serious damage was to Down town, and the Downers will take care of it."

[Ed. Note: Down Town is the lowest part of Rebma City, the least desirable real estate, and mostly populated by the poor and tritons. Residents are called 'Downers'. It corresponds to Amber's temple district.]

The cheers grow louder and Germanicus stops the two men near the front of the field.

Khela swims up to them, the greensword at her hip. She has cleaned up, and is dressed as a Lady of the Court, in glittering shorts. The sword and her wirey, muscular frame indicate that she is no soft courtier.

She reaches out and shakes Germanicus' hands and says a few private words to him, then turns to her cousins.

She reaches out towards Conner and Jerod, allowing them to decide who will go first.

"Cousins, I will make this part brief, or as brief as I can while still using it to cement the vision of solidarity that I hope our people take from it." She smiles. "Is there anything urgent we need to attend to? If not I would see you at the palace after your men are settled."

Jerod acknowledges her approach but turns slightly to Conner. "Pattern room." are his only words.

Conner nods and elaborates. "The damage pattern to Rebma matches that of Amber during the Sundering. Between that and Huon's gambit, we must see to the stability of what lies beneath the palace immediately if not sooner."

She nods. "I shall, of course, invite you to stay in the palace. You may venture below and report back. After you settle your men, of course." Khela reaches over and embraces them, briefly, then swims straight up. She uses magic to be seen and heard above the crowd.

"People of Rebma, these brave soldiers defended our fair city from hostile men and hostile magics the like of which we have not seen in a generation. Tomorrow will be a time for individual grief at loss and celebration of honor, of rebuilding and looking to our defenses. Our foes took a great blow today, but are not defeated. There is much to do, but I am convinced by the sights I have seen today that you are a people who thrive on challenge.

"Tonight we honor all equally who united to defend the ideal of our city and her people, against a force that would have used and destroyed her, casually. Mighty Tritons, The Valorous Coldstream Guards, the Seaward Forces, and the Defenders of our very walls all fought to keep this city our city.

"Look well upon these heroes. You will see people--men, women, tritons, who put themselves between wizards and alien warriors and our homes to keep us all safe. Soon, we shall honor those who deserve individual recognition, but now, I give you, Rebma, your soldiers!"

The cheers are deafening, and if every item of the message is not welcome to each listener, the whole and the moment catch up most. It looks to have been an effective speech.

When the noise becomes less than intolerable, Khela speaks again. "My generals, I would have you attend me in the castle, that we may further act and plan for the safety and security of Rebma and her people.

Jerod leans over to Conner so only he can hear. "Now we find out the next step in her plan, and who's next on her hit list." he says. "Be sure to keep your mother in the loop."

Conner nods in agreement. "I shall be. The rules of sorcerous combat are still on the books after all. Never know when we'll need a ringer." He murmurs back.

"For certain, but I suspect your mother will not be needed in that vein. I'm guessing Khela has bigger targets in mind. Why else summon your generals for a meeting to plan for the 'security of the people'. The army is the greatest threat to her immediate future, so she needs to keep them busy." Jerod says. "Of course, I'll be quite happy to be wrong."

"One could argue that Huon or Moire is the greatest threat to her immediate future and for those she will need us, those that can travel from here along any needed path." Conner replies. "Of course, those objectives can also keep the army busy. Two fish with one spear and all that."

There is little more to the speech, Khela declares the morrow to be a day dedicated to mourning the dead and thanking Lir for victory. She declares a holiday, to be broken only by those who must still be vigilant against the foe and those who are repairing the damage caused by the enemy.

At the end of the day, the court is to assemble in front of the Sapphire Throne.

She dismisses the crowd to their individual work or revels, and returns to the Generals.


In short order, Jerod will be listening for comments and watching for behaviours from the assembled Generals to see where loyalties and behaviour lies before he moves on.

He has two things to do, now that time permits.

a) He checks on Carina and the archives, to see if she is alright and also to see if any message might have been left there.

Carina is not there, although the archives are secure and in order. The junior archivists say she went with the Queen when she departed. Jerod gets the feeling that there is more to the story there, but that the juniors aren't very talkative with him.

Nor are they likely to be. There are a number of possible reasons why she might have gone along, or been taken along. It is unlikely however that the juniors would know.

b) he finds a quiet spot and starts trumping, starting with Random. The official order, barring non-connection due to the receiver's refusal to pay appropriate service charges, will be Random, Benedict, Corwin.

Random comes through immediately. Behind his head is a fantastic view of the falls at Xanadu. "Xanadu six-five thousand, who may I say is calling?"

"Jerod." he says. "Huon is still alive, though how long that remains is up for grabs. He's stupid enough to have made Rebma's kill-on- sight list."

"I remember being on that list. Good times," he smiles, briefly. "On principle, and for the protection of the rights of Princes and sons of Princes, I reserve the right to judge him myself. Rebma may ask me for his head, but they may not take it without my permission."

The first sentence is pure Random, but the last one sounds remarkably like his father.

"I'm sure her majesty will take your wishes into consideration." Jerod says politely. "And I suspect your majesty did not do anything as genocidal as Huon, though I have no doubt that grandmother might have considered it to be of a similar nature. Perspective I suppose. Since I'm in a bit of hurry, I wanted for you to be aware of the fact that Huon did try to kill everyone in the city, to destroy Rebma as we know it, and more importantly, knew exactly how to do it." Jerod does not bother to emphasize the last part. He figures it's quite unnecessary.

"Oh, and Khela's got a really big army that she may be looking to use, though where she might point it is not yet clear. I doubt she'll be pointing it at Xanadu, though I've always thought it's a good idea to know about these sorts of things. Just in case."

Random nods. "Corwin and Bleys had a big army, too. In hindsight, your grandmother thought I lost her her best chance to control her Pattern. You were her last hope, really. That's why your father was Public Enemy Number Two in Rebma and why Khela didn't move earlier, by the way. I always thought Eric was secretly jealous of my premier spot in the Villains of Rebma trading card set."

Jerod is somewhat surprised at Random's comments, though his expression does not change. While some old questions remain unclarified, it does cement other suspicions.

"But it is the sole prerogative and right of the King of Amber to adjudge the actions of the Princes and Princesses thereof. Huon is my vassal, by the unbreakable oath he gave my father and for all that he has transgressed he will answer to me and me alone. You may tell her so, for me, if you are still willing to carry diplomatic messages."

This garners a nod but nothing spoken is offered in reply. The conversation flows as Jerod had anticipated.

Random grins. "Anyway, I'm the only one not subject to his death curse."

"Why would that be, your majesty? If drawing a Pattern gives an exemption, would not Corwin also be immune? Or is it something else?" Jerod asks, awaiting a response before proceeding.

Random opens his mouth, then closes it and starts again. "You know how everybody always hated it when they were a kid and some otherwise pretty dumb adult said 'you'll understand that when you get older'? If you ever write a pattern, you'll know."

And with that comment, Random will actually elicit a grin from Jerod. He understands.

"I also noticed something that may be of interest. Rebma suffered an earthquake in Huon's attack, a substantial one. Areas of Rebma now exhibit damage remarkably consistent with Amber's state immediately after the Sundering. I will be investigating Rebma's Pattern shortly. Any suggestions?"

"Two. Bring a powerful lantern and don't swim over it. It can get cranky. Oh, and look out for either Moins or her ghost. Can't mess with Rebma without messing with her."

"Understood. I will let you know what I find when I return for the funeral." Jerod says. "Good day your majesty."

Unless Random does something to prevent it, Jerod then closes the call and pulls out the next card, that being Benedict.

(time for a "Your call is very important to us...please stay on the line and one of our operators will be happy to take your call.")

There is no answer from the elder Prince.

And being ever so efficient, Jerod cycles rapidly through his deck to Corwin's card.

Corwin, unlike Benedict, answers. "Who is it?" he asks as the image forms.

"Jerod." he says. "I must be brief uncle for time presses. Huon came to Rebma with an army but has been driven off. His attack on Rebma involved the potential genocide of all its inhabitants to acquire Cneve's blade and he is now pretty much on the new Queen's badside. Random's officially taken the position that Huon's fate is his to decide, but I wouldn't be surprised if some of the less intelligent Rebmans try something foolish."

"I've spoken to Random briefly since Huon escaped." Corwin frowns. "Did he tell you about Lucas?"

Jerod shakes his head. "No. I just finished speaking to him and he mentioned nothing, about anyone. Something of consequence has occurred?"

Corwin's annoyance leaks through the connection. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, then. Lucas is dead. And it appears to be by Moire's hand."

Jerod frowns at the news, silent at the news of another death. He knew Lucas well enough to know that while he got along with him, he did not overly like him. Nor however did he dislike him. So in that spirit, Jerod gives the dead the benefit of the doubt. "Lucas? I know he's had some run-ins with Rebmans in the past but nothing that would warrant her attention. Bend's maybe. At least, nothing I had heard of. What would cause him to become a target for Moire?"

Jerod has noted Corwin's use of the word "appears" and his expression shows this as well, so his tone is curious as to why Moire is the prime suspect.

"He was making a trump of her, and was found dead with a shard from an exploded mirror through his chest," Corwin explains. "She left her archivist behind to make explanations and vanished into the city along with your mother. Celina's in the city looking for them. Bend came forward to negotiate--something--and Florimel is speaking with her now."

Jerod is silent for a moment, curious as to how Bend came to be in discussion with the mother of the man Moire is supposed to have murdered, and giving little credence to the idea that negotiations are currently involved. Though given that Bend is the Queen's Fixer, it's not outside the realm of possibility.

"Well, let's hope Bend is in a state such to be able to return to Moire to advise of the result of these...negotiations." Jerod says finally. "Is there any other evidence tying Moire to this beyond the mirror? And the obvious question to ask is why was Lucas making a trump of Moire? I don't have to guess that he didn't have permission, and making one without that permission is not a sign of undying friendship."

"The answer to that last question is not entirely clear. I didn't even know Lucas could make trumps. It's something I'd like to discuss with Florimel when her grief isn't so fresh." Corwin presses his lips together, as if the feminine indisposition of grief is a serious inconvenience.

"Also, she ran. That's suspicious, although I'm not sure I would have stayed here in the castle in her shoes even if I had been innocent, between Florimel and Celina."

"Neither would I. I'd be rather put out if the offspring of one of the king's advisors is found to be engaged in a potentially hostile endeavour, especially given the benchmark that dear uncle Brand has given for the use of trumps." Jerod says, playing the devil's advocate for the moment, his tone neither hostile nor encouraging. "I'm guessing the optics would be real bad for how the realm gets portrayed.

"You may wish to speak to Martin. He and Lucas were on good terms, and if I recall, there were rumblings of assistance being provided when there were problems in Amber with Rebmans. He may be able to shed some light on Lucas' abilities and his attitudes. That, or any of the family members that Lucas slept with."

He pauses for a moment, collecting his thoughts before proceeding. "You mentioned that the archivist had come forward to explain things. Did she provide any significant details? Is she still there?"

Corwin shakes his head. "Vere took her with him when he went to speak with his men at Le Havre, which put her out of the reach of Moire and Florimel, but also out of mine for the nonce." He starts to add something but then stops and says, "Bide".

There's a moment of movement, and then he adds, "Jerod, Vere has just returned. Ask him yourself."

Vere takes Corwin's hand, and nods to Jeord. "Cousin," he says. "Excellent. I was hoping to speak with you as soon as possible. The Archivist is currently with my father, in Xanadu. I do not know what her plans are from there."

"With luck, it will involve staying there for awhile until things settle a bit." Jerod replies. "You have questions?"

"I always have questions," Vere replies placidly. "You know that. However, first there are facts you should know. Huon's invasion through the Isles left their reality torn and shredded, and I led my mother's people, her enemies, and their allies away as refugees. With them are the Children of Lyr, who have now heard of civil war in Rebma, and Moire's flight. They do not yet know the outcome of the fighting. Their oaths hold them to me for now, but soon they must be released to return to Rebma, and take the part of their mothers, sisters and aunts in the various sides of the conflict.

"Secondly, I have summoned your sister's shade. This was done without your permission, and I am deeply regretful for this, but I felt it necessary to follow every possible avenue to seek who might have slain her and abducted Queen Vialle. If you wish private words with me upon this liberty I have taken, I will await at the time and place of your choosing." Vere stops, then, awaiting Jerod's reaction.

Jerod's fingers tighten on the card as his self-control slams into place, locking his expression flat though not in time for a split second flash to appear in the contact.

That Princes are defined by their actions is a part of that which makes up the children of Oberon. In love, in war, in treachery and guile, in prowess and even generosity, the qualities which define them are legendary.

On this day, the quality of Prince is defined by rage and Jerod fulfills that requirement completely.

The moment stretches a second, two, then three. To the outside observer, it is moments, to Jerod, it is near infinity as he focuses on the card, working to keep the screaming, mind-numbing anger at bay. It is perhaps fortunate that the battle was so recent, that tiredness is still there to keep the emotion from being unstoppable. As it is, it still threatens reason, though Jerod is still a Prince, and nothing rules the Princes for long.

"Do not undertake that action again." Jerod says, the first few words hoarse from the control he has imposed. "Ever.

"I do not care the reason." he continues, the words chosen carefully, a measured cadence to filter the anger, to let the rage work itself through. "I do not care the motivation, or the circumstance, or the need. The dead, stay dead.

"That Carina has been sent from harm's way, is sufficient to make me forget what has just been spoken of. Do not make the mistake of reminding me of it any time soon."

"Now that I know your mind on this matter, it shall not occur again," Vere answers formally. He falls silent once more, giving Jerod the option to direct the conversation as he will, once he chooses.

Jerod is silent and unmoving for a moment, the focussed look not unlike one that Corwin might have seen his brother Eric wear when he was scrutinizing another, gauging their veracity. The accompanying nod is slow but steady.

"Huon went through the Isles, and Abford." Jerod says. "He acquired troops, and great numbers of mages as well. I've got an idea of of where they came from but I need a prisoner to verify that. He acquire something in each place. What would the Isles have provided him?"

"He did appear to recruit mages in the Isles," Vere confirms. "However, according to his men, under interrogation, his main reason for seeking the Isles was to locate Princess Ysabeau. It would appear that they were close. Once he learned she was dead he visited her tomb, made the waters around it breathable, then departed. I do not know if there was something more he also sought at her tomb."

Corwin is just listening for the moment. He was clearly ready to intervene if needed when Vere told Jerod about Cambina.

Vere suspects there's a reckoning coming after this trump contact.

"He knows too much." Jerod says, mostly to himself, before directing his attention back to the conversation. "Huon has too much information, he's too precise with his objectives to be the work of someone recently released and aching for vengeance. He has allies, that we are not aware of. His methods to destroy Rebma are just sufficient to prove that. I'd have left him to the Dragon if it was feasible, only it would have caused more harm than good."

Vere nods at Jerod's words.

"What is the behaviour of your Rebman troops currently? What information do they possess of the situation in their home?"

"They are fractious, and concerned," Vere answers. "They know there is civil war, with Khela against Moire. They are from families who would take various sides in this conflict. They know Huon threatened Rebma. When I spoke with them I did not yet know the results of either the civil war, nor Huon's attack, thus they do not yet know these facts. They know Moire fled, rather than try to hold her position. They have been reminded of their oaths, and their bonds one to the other, and that holds them to me for now. The Archivist did me the courtesy of sitting in on my meeting with them, and answered some of their questions. Afterwards she privately let me know that she does not believe they will be held long, if at all, once their female relatives learn of their presence and begin to contact them. I agree, and would release them as soon as I may do so in a manner in keeping with their safety, and the safety of Paris and Rebma."

"Those amongst your troops who believe Moire fled because she could not hold her position do not know their Queen very well." Jerod says. "You retreat to gain advantage or strategic position, to marshal forces or to weaken your enemy's position. Khela now has the throne, which makes her a stationary target.

"Carina is correct. The oath they swore to you will not hold under the pressure of family and Court. You may remind them that while all are welcome to return, those who do so to disturb the fragile peace that currently exists will soon find themselves in an untenable position. Rebma will occupy a greater portion of my attention for some time to come. I do not care who sits upon the throne, nor do I actively support either claimant but I will not permit destructive interference. This is between Khela and Moire and they can fight it out themselves. The amateurs amongst your troops who decide to get involved will only do more harm than good. Those who complain about that can be reminded that had they truly wished to help Rebma, they should have been at their posts when Huon arrived.

"You may advise them that Huon was defeated and driven off, some of his troops captured and the remainder driven off. Suitable retaliation will be taken against those who are captured that have refused to surrender. You may also advise them that Tritons and Rebmans fought together in this battle, and that the battle did not discriminate in who lived and who died. Khela intends to reward the Tritons accordingly, but not at the expense of Rebmans in general. Those who have issues with this course of action might be advised to take a long vacation. Those who wish to help rebuild, are quite welcome."

Vere listens intently, and nods when Jerod finishes. "I shall convey that information," he says. "Another point. When I first suspected Huon might be a threat to Rebma I sent an embassy, including Castor and one of my sister's priestesses, to Moire. They have vanished, and Moire seems not to have used that warning to prepare Rebma for attack. One wonders if she needed a warning, or if she already knew he was on his way."

Jerod smiles thinly. "That message can be played a number of different ways. One side wonders if Moire might not have colluded with Huon against Khela, but that argument leaves out the fact that Huon nearly destroyed Rebma, thus costing Moire more than she would have gained. The other side wonders if Khela colluded with Huon to drive Moire from the throne, but the same flaw exists in the argument. Each side can engage in considerable amounts of speculation...which is all that it is short of hard evidence.

"I have no doubt that Llewella and Khela exercised our family's not inconsiderable talent of opportunism to their advantage with Huon's arrival. Whether I agree or disagree is not relevant so long as I respect that such actions are...tolerable, especially since in the future should such talent be of benefit to me, family rules dictate they apply the same respect to me. I believe the correct compliment, should they so deserve it would be 'Well played'."

Vere nods. "Understand," he says, "I have no horse in this race. In so far as I have any concern whatsoever with who reigns in Rebma, it is to support your choice, as my closest friend among the grandsons of Oberon."

At some point, Vere will have undoubted realized that such an action will of course await Jerod's decision of who he might support - based entirely upon the philosophy of enlightened opportunism...:)

"How did you determine that your messengers had vanished?"

"Carina confirms that they arrived and had a private audience with Moire," he answers. "After that audience, there is no report of them. Admittedly they may simply be sitting quietly and forgotten in an audience chamber somewhere. But Castor was an officer of the Coldstream Guards, and Lady E'ensong is a strong-willed priestess and courtier, and I do not see either of them simply awaiting events."

"Castor might have been with those of the Guard mounting the defense of the walls." Jerod says. "He was not under my command when we attacked Huon's forces. I will verify if there is any information on their whereabouts prior to commencing my investigation of the Pattern here."

Vere nods and glances sidewise at Corwin after Jerod's remark about the Pattern.

"I'll have to look into what happened to Castor and E'ensong," Corwin says. He does not look or sound pleased. "Between Vialle's disappearance and recovery and Lucas' murder, diplomatic matters have dropped off my radar."

Vere nods and turns his attention back to Jerod.

"Unless there are further questions, I have a Pattern to investigate," Jerod says.

"Thank you, cousin," Vere responds. He drops from the connection, takes three steps backwards from Corwin, and waits for the king to complete his conversation with Jerod.

"Let me know what you find," Corwin says.

Jerod will close the contact and put away the trump before heading off to find Khela. He has a Pattern to check out and it's time to call in his favor.


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