of your visit； perhaps。。。 Something is broken in my mind。 You know that。 It cannot be otherwise； though。 You know that； too。〃
〃I suppose that I do；〃 I said。 〃Why don't you tell me all about it； all over again？ Just the business of talking might make you feel better； might give me something I've missed。 Tell me a story。〃
Another laugh。
〃Anything you like。 Have you any preferences？ My flight from Chaos to this small sudden island in the sea of night？ My meditations upon the abyss？ The revelation of the Pattern in a jewel hung round the neck of a unicorn？ My transcription of the design by lightning； blood； and lyre while our fathers raged baffled； too late e to call me back while the poem of fire ran that first route in my brain； infecting me with the will to form？ Too late！ Too late。。。 Possessed of the abominations born of the disease； beyond their aid； their power； I planned and built； captive of my new self。 Is that the tale you'd hear again？ Or rather I tell you of its cure？〃
My mind spun at the implications he had just scattered by the fistful。 I could not tell whether he spoke literally or metaphorically or was simply sharing paranoid delusions； but the things that I wanted to hear； had to hear； were things closer to the moment。 So； regarding the shadowy image of myself from which that ancient voice emerged； 〃Tell me of its cure；〃 I said。
He braced his finger tips together and spoke through them。
〃I am the Pattern；〃 he said； 〃in a very real sense。 In passing through my mind to achieve the form it now holds； the foundation of Amber； it marked me as surely as I marked it。 I realized one day that I am both the Pattern and myself； and it was forced to bee Dworkin in the process of being itself。 There were mutual modifications in the birthing of this place and this time； and therein lay our weakness as well as our strength。 For it occurred to me that damage to the Pattern would be damage to myself； and damage to myself would be reflected within the Pattern。 Yet I could not be truly banned because the Pattern protects me； and who but I could harm the Pattern？ A beautiful closed system； it seemed； its weakness totally shielded by its strength。〃
He fell silent。 I listened to the fire。 I do not know what he listened to。
Then； 〃I was wrong；〃 he said。 〃Such a simple matter； too。。。 My blood； with which I drew it； could deface it。 But it took me ages to realize that the blood of my blood could also do this thing。 You could use it； you could also change it … yea； unto the third generation。〃
It did not e to me as a surprise； learning that he was grandsire to us all。 Somehow； it seemed that I had known all along； had known but never voiced it。 Yet。。。 if anything； this raised more questions than it answered。 Collect one generation of ancestry。 Proceed to confusion。 I had less idea now than ever before as to what Dworkin really was。 Add to this the fact which even he acknowledged： It was a tale told by a madman。
〃But to repair it。。。？〃 I said。
He smirked； my own face twisting before me。
〃Have you lost your taste to be a lord of the living void； a king of chaos？〃 he asked。
〃Mayhap；〃 I replied。
〃By the Unicorn； thy mother； I knew it would e to this！ The Pattern is as strong in you as is the greater realm。 What then is your desire？〃
〃To preserve the realm。〃
He shook his/my head。
〃'Twould be simpler to destroy everything and try a new start … as I have told you so often before。〃
〃I'm stubborn。 So tell me again；〃 I said； attempting to simulate Dad's gruffness。
He shrugged。
〃Destroy the Pattern and we destroy Amber … and all of the shadows in polar array about it。 Give me leave to destroy myself in the midst of the Pattern and we will obliterate it。 Give me leave by giving me your word that you will then take the Jewel which contains the essence of order and use it to create a new Pattern； bright and pure； untainted； drawing upon the stuff of your own being while the legions of chaos attempt to distract you on every side。 Promise me that and let me end it； for broken as I am； I would rather die for order than live for it。 What say you now？〃
〃Would it not be better to try mending the one we've got than to undo the work of eons？〃
〃Coward！〃 he cried； leaping to his feet。 〃I knew you would say that again！〃
〃Well； wouldn't it？〃
He began to pace。
〃How many times have we been through this？〃 he asked。 〃Nothing has changed！ You are afraid to try it！〃
〃Perhaps；〃 I said。 〃But do you not feel that something for which you have given so much is worth some effort … some additional sacrifice … if there is even a possibility of saving it？〃
〃You still do not understand；〃 he said。 〃I cannot but think that a damaged thing should be destroyed … and hopefully replaced。 The nature of my personal injury is such that I cannot envision repair。 I am damaged in just this fashion。 My feelings are foreordained。〃
〃If the Jewel can create a new Pattern； why will it not serve to repair the old one； end our troubles； heal your spirit？〃
He approached and stood before me。
〃Where is your memory？〃 he said。 〃You know that it would be infinitely more difficult to repair the damage than it would be to start over again。 Even the Jewel could more easily destroy it than repair it。 Have your forgotten what it is like out there？〃 He gestured toward the wall behind him。 〃Do you want to go and look at it again？〃
〃Yes；〃 I said。 〃I would like that。 Let's go。〃
I rose and looked down at him。 His control over his form had begun slipping when he had grown angry。 He had already lost three or four inches in height； the image of my face was melting back into his gnomelike features； and a noticeable bulge was growing between his shoulders； had already been visible when he had gestured。
His eyes widened and he studied my face。
〃You really mean it；〃 he said after a moment。 〃All right； then。 Let us go。〃
He turned and moved toward the big metal door。 I followed him。 He used both hands to turn the key。 Then he threw his weight against it。 I moved to help him； but he brushed me aside with extraordinary strength before giving the door a final shove。 It made a grating noise and moved outward into a fully opened position。 I was immediately struck by a strange； somehow familiar odor。
Dworkin stepped through and paused。 He located what looked to be a long staff leaning against the wall off to his right。 He struck it several times against the ground and its upper end began to glow。 It lit up the area fairly well； revealing a narrow tunnel into which he now advanced。 I followed him and it widened before too long； so that I was able to e abreast of him。 The odor grew stronger； and I could almost place it。 It had been something fairly recent。。。
It was close to eighty paces before our way took a turn to the left and upward。 We passed then through a little appendix like area。 It was strewn with broken bones； and a large metal ring was set in the rock a couple of feet above the floor。 Affixed thereto was a glittering chain； which fell to the floor and trailed on ahead like a line of molten droplets cooling in the gloom。
Our way narrowed again after that and Dworkin took the lead once more。 After a brief time； he turned an abrupt corner and I heard him muttering。 I nearly ran into him when I made the turn myself。 He was crouched down and groping with his left hand inside a shadowy cleft。 When I heard the soft cawing noise and saw that the chain vanished into the opening I realized what it was and where we were。
〃Good Wixer；〃 I heard him say。 〃I am not going far。 It is all right； good Wixer。 Here is something to chew on。〃
From where he had fetched whatever he tossed the beast； I do not know。 But the purple griffin； which I had now advanced far enough to glimpse as it stirred within its lair； accepted the offering with a toss of its head and a series of crunching noises。 Dworkin grinned up at me。
〃Surprised？〃 he asked。
〃At what？〃
〃You thought I was afraid of him。 You thought I would never make friends with him。 You set him out here to keep me in there … away from the Pattern。〃
〃Did I ever say that？〃
〃You did not have to。 I am not a fool。〃
〃Have it your way；〃 I said。
He chuckled； rose； and contin