only later that Eric had learned that I had not died but was possessed of total amnesia； which was almost as good； had set sister Flora to watch over my exile； and hoped that that was the last of it。 Brand later told me he had gotten me mitted to Porter in a desperate move to restore my memory as a preliminary to my return to Amber。
While Fiona and Bleys had been dealing with Brand； Eric had been in touch with Flora。 She had arranged for my transfer to Greenwood from the clinic to which the police had taken me； with instructions to keep me narcotized； while Eric began arrangements for his coronation in Amber。 Shortly thereafter； our brother Random's idyllic existence in Texorami was broken when Brand managed to send him a message outside the normal family channels … i。e。； the Trumps … requesting deliverance。 While Random； who was blissfully nonpartisan in the power struggle； was about this business； I managed to deliver myself from Greenwood； still relatively unmemoried。 Having obtained Flora's address from Greenwood's frightened director； I betook myself to her place in Westchester； engaged in some elaborate bluffing； and moved in as a house guest。 Random； in the meantime； had been less than successful in his attempt to rescue Brand。 Slaying the snaky warden of the tower； he had had to flee its inner guards； utilizing one of the region's strangely mobile rocks。 The guards； a hardy band of not quite human guys； had succeeded in pursuing him through Shadow； however； a feat normally impossible for most non…Amberites。 Random had fled then to the shadow Earth where I was guiding Flora along the paths of misunderstanding while attempting to locate the proper route to enlightenment as to my own circumstances。 Crossing the continent in response to my assurance that he would be under my protection。 Random had e believing that his pursuers were my own creatures。 When I helped him destroy them he was puzzled but unwilling to raise the issue while I seemed engaged in some private maneuver throneward。 In fact； he had easily been tricked into conveying me back to Amber through Shadow。
This venture had proved beneficial in some respects while much less satisfactory in others。 When I had finally revealed the true state of my personal situation； Random and our sister Deirdre； whom we had encountered along the way； conducted me to Amber's mirror city within the sea； Rebma。 There I had walked the image of the Pattern and recovered the bulk of my memories as a result … thereby also settling the issue as to whether I was the real Corwin or merely one of his shadows。 From Rebma I had traveled into Amber； utilizing the power of the Pattern to effect an instantaneous journey home。 After fighting an inconclusive duel with Eric； I had fled via the Trumps into the keeping of my beloved brother and would…be assassin； Bleys。
I joined with Bleys in an attack on Amber； a mismanaged affair which we had lost。 Bleys vanished during the final engagement； under circumstances which looked likely to prove fatal but； the more that I learned and thought about it； probably had not。 This left me to bee Eric's prisoner and an unwilling party to his coronation； after which he had had me blinded and locked away。 A few years in the dungeons of Amber had seen a regeneration of my eyes； in direct proportion to the deterioration of my state of mind。 It was only the accidental appearance of Dad's old adviser Dworkin； worse off mentally than myself； which had led to a way of escape。
After that； I set about recovering and I resolved to be more prudent the next time I went after Eric。 I journeyed through Shadow toward an old land where I had once reigned … Avalon … with plans to obtain there a substance of which I alone among Amberites was aware； a chemical unique in its ability to undergo detonation in Amber。 En route； I had passed through the land of Lorraine； there encountering my old exiled Avalonian general Ganelon； or someone very much like him。 I remained because of a wounded knight； a girl； and a local menace peculiarly similar to a thing occurring in the vicinity of Amber herself … a growing black circle somehow related to the black road our enemies traveled； a thing for which I held myself partly responsible because of a curse I had pronounced at the time of my blinding。 I won the battle； lost the girl； and traveled on to Avalon with Ganelon。
The Avalon we reached； we quickly learned； was under the protection of my brother Benedict； who had been having troubles of his own with a situation possibly akin to the black circle/black road menaces。 Benedict had lost his right arm in the final engagement； but had been victorious in his battle with the hellmaids。 He had warned me to keep my intentions toward Amber and Eric pure； and had then allowed us the hospitality of his manor while he remained for a few days more in the field。 It was at his place that I met Dara。
Dara told me she was Benedict's great…granddaughter； whose existence had been kept secret from Amber。 She drew me out as far as she could on Amber； the Pattern； the Trumps； and our ability to walk in Shadow。 She was also an extremely skilled fencer。 We indulged in a bit of casual lovemaking on my return from a hellride to a place where I obtained a sufficient quantity of rough diamonds to pay for the things I was going to need for my assault on Amber。 The following day； Ganelon and I picked up our supply of the necessary chemicals and departed for the shadow Earth where I had spent my exile； there to obtain automatic weapons and ammunition manufactured to my specifications。
En route； we had some difficulties along the black road； which seemed to have extended its scope of influence among the worlds of Shadow。 We were equal to the troubles it presented； but I almost perished in a duel with Benedict； who had pursued us through a wild hellride。 Too angry for argument； he had fought me through a small wood … still a better man than I； even wielding his blade left…handed。 I had only managed to best him by means of a trick involving a property of the black road of which he was unaware。 I had been convinced that he wanted my blood because of the affair with Dara。 But no。 In the few words that passed between us he denied any knowledge of the existence of such a person。 Instead； he had e after us convinced that I had murdered his servants。 Now； Ganelon had indeed located some fresh corpses in the wood at Benedict's place； but we had agreed to forget about them； having no idea as to their identities and no desire to plicate our existence any further。
Leaving Benedict in the care of brother Gérard； whom I had summoned via his Trump from Amber； Ganelon and I proceeded to the shadow Earth； armed ourselves； recruited a strike force in Shadow； and headed off to attack Amber。 But upon our arrival we discovered that Amber was already under attack by creatures which had e in along the black road。 My new weapons quickly turned the tide in Amber's favor； and my brother Eric died in that battle； leaving me his problems； his ill will； and the Jewel of Judgment … a weather…controlling weapon he had used against me when Bleys and I had attacked Amber。
At that point； Dara showed up； swept on by us； rode into Amber； found her way to the Pattern； and proceeded to walk it … prima…facie evidence that we were indeed somehow related。 During the course of this ordeal； however； she had exhibited what appeared to be peculiar physical transformations。 Upon pletion of the Pattern； she announced that Amber would be destroyed。 Then she had vanished。
About a week later； brother Caine was murdered； under conditions arranged to show me as the culprit。 The fact that I had slain his slayer was hardly satisfactory evidence of my innocence； in that the guy was necessarily in no condition to talk about it。 Realizing； however； that I had seen his like before； in the persons of those creatures who had pursued Random into Flora's home； I finally found time to sit down with Random and hear the story of his unsuccessful attempt to rescue Brand from his tower。
Random； subsequent to my leaving him in Rebma years before； when I had journeyed to Amber to fight my duel with Eric； had been forced by Rebma's queen； Moire； to marry a woman of he