He came at me again。 I side…stepped and caught him with a light left near the right eye。 I kept jabbing after that； mainly to keep his head back。 I was in no real shape to fight him again； and Grayswandir was back in the tent。 I had no other weapon with me。
I kept circling him。 My side hurt if I kicked with my left leg。 I caught him once on the thigh with my right； but I was slow and off…balance and could not really follow through。 I continued to jab。
Finally； he blocked my left and managed to drop his hand on my biceps。 I should have pulled away then； but he was open。 I stepped in with a heavy right to his stomach； all of my strength behind it。 It bent him forward with a gasp； but his grip tightened on my arm。 He blocked my attempted uppercut with his left； continuing its forward motion until the heel of his hand slammed against my chest； at the same time jerking my left arm backward and to the side with such force that I was thrown to the ground。 If he came down on me； that was it。
He dropped to one knee and reached for my throat。
Chapter 9
I moved to block his hand； but it halted in midreach。 Turning my head； I saw that another hand had fallen upon Gérard's arm； was now grasping it； was holding it back。
I rolled away。 When I looked up again； I saw that Ganelon had caught hold of him。 Gérard jerked his arm forward； but it did not e free。
〃Stay out of this； Ganelon；〃 he said。
〃Get going； Corwin！〃 Ganelon said。 〃Get the Jewel！〃
Even as he called out； Gérard was beginning to rise。 Ganelon crossed with his left and connected with Gérard's jaw。 Gérard sprawled at his feet。 Ganelon moved in and swung a kick toward his kidney； but Gérard caught his foot and heaved him over backward。 I scrambled back into a crouch； supporting myself with one hand。
Gérard came up off the ground and rushed Ganelon； who was just recovering his feet。 As he was almost upon him； Ganelon came up with a double…fisted blow to Guard's midsection； which halted him in his tracks。 Instantly； Ganelon's fists were moving like pistons against Gérard's abdomen。 For several moments； Gérard seemed too dazed to protect himself； and when he finally bent and brought his arms in； Ganelon caught him with a right to the jaw that staggered him backward。 Ganelon immediately rushed forward； throwing his arms about Gérard as he slammed into him and hooking his right leg behind Gérard's own。 Gérard toppled and Ganelon fell upon him。 He straddled Gérard then and drove his right fist against his jaw。 When Gérard's head rolled back； Ganelon crossed with his left。
Benedict suddenly moved to intervene； but Ganelon chose that moment to rise to his feet。 Gérard lay unconscious； bleeding from his mouth and nose。 I got shakily to my own feet； dusted myself off。 Ganelon grinned at me。
〃Don't stay around；〃 he said。 〃I don't know how I would do in a rematch。 Go find the trinket。〃
I glanced at Benedict and he nodded。 I returned to the tent for Grayswandir。
When I emerged； Gérard still had not moved； but Benedict stood before me。
〃Remember；〃 he said； 〃you've my Trump and I've yours。 Nothing final without a conference。〃
I nodded。 I was going to ask him why he had seemed willing to help Gérard； but not me。 But second thoughts had me and I decided against spoiling our fresh…minted amity。
〃Okay。〃
I headed toward the horses。 Ganelon clapped me on the shoulder as I came up to him。
〃Good luck；〃 he said。 〃I'd go with you； but I am needed here … especially with Benedict trumping off to Chaos。〃
〃Good show；〃 I said。 〃I shouldn't have any trouble。 Don't worry。〃
I went off to the paddock。 Shortly； I was mounted and moving。 Ganelon threw me a salute as I passed and I returned it。 Benedict was kneeling beside Gérard。
I headed for the nearest trail into Arden。 The sea lay at my back； Garnath and the black road to the left； Kolvir to my right。 I had to gain some distance before I could work with the stuff of Shadow。 The day lay clean once Garnath was lost to sight； several rises and dips later。 I struck the trail and followed its long curve into the wood； where moist shadows and distant bird songs reminded me of the long periods of peace we had known of old and the silken； gleaming presence of the maternal unicorn。
My aches faded into the rhythm of the ride； and I thought once again of the encounter I had departed。 It was not difficult to understand Gérard's attitude； since he had already told me of his suspicions and issued me a warning。 Still； it was such bad timing for whatever had happened with Brand that I could not but see it as another action intended either to slow me or to stop me entirely。 It was fortunate that Ganelon had been on hand； in good shape； and able to put his fists in the right places at the proper times。 I wondered what Benedict would have done if there had only been the three of us present。 I'd a feeling he would have waited and intervened only at the very last moment； to stop Gérard from killing me。 I was still not happy with our accord； though it was certainly an improvement over the previous state of affairs。
All of which made me wonder again what had bee of Brand。 Had Fiona or Bleys finally gotten to him？ Had he attempted his proposed assassinations singlehanded and been met with a counterthrust； then dragged through his intended victim's Trump？ Had his old allies from the Courts of Chaos somehow gotten through to him？ Had one of his horny…handed guardians from the tower finally been able to reach him？ Or had it been as I had suggested to Gérard … an accidental self…injury in a fit of rage； followed by an ill…tempered flight from Amber to do his brooding and plotting elsewhere？
When that many questions arise from a single event the answer is seldom obtainable by pure logic。 I had to sort out the possibilities though； to have something to reach for when more facts did turn up。 In the meantime； I thought carefully over everything he had told me； regarding his allegations in light of those things which I now knew。 With one exception； I did not doubt most of the facts。 He had built too cleverly to have the edifice simply toppled … but then； he had had a lot of time to think these things over。 No； it was in his manner of presenting events that something had been hidden by misdirection。 His recent proposal practically assured me of that。
The old trail twisted； widened； narrowed again； swung to the northwest and downward； into the thickening wood。 The forest had changed very little。 It seemed almost the same trail a young man had ridden centuries before； riding for the sheer pleasure of it； riding to explore that vast green realm which extended over most of the continent； if he did not stray into Shadow。 It would be good to be doing it again for no reason other than this。
After perhaps an hour； I had worked my way well back into the forest； where the trees were great dark towers； what sunlight I glimpsed caught like phoenix nests in their highest branches； an always moist； twilight softness smoothing the outlines of stumps and boles； logs and mossy rocks。 A deer bounded across my path； not trusting to the excellent concealment of a thicket at the right of the trail。 Bird notes sounded about me； never too near。 Occasionally； I crossed the tracks of other horsemen。 Some of these were quite fresh； but they did not stay long with the trail。 Kolvir was well out of sight； had been for some time。
The trail rose again； and I knew that I would shortly reach the top of a small ridge； pass among rocks； and head downward once more。 The trees thinned somewhat as we climbed； until finally I was afforded a partial view of the sky。 It was enlarged as I continued； and when I came to the summit I heard the distant cry of a hunting bird。
Glancing upward； I saw a great dark shape； circling and circling； high above me。 I hurried past the boulders and shook the reins for a burst of speed as soon as the way was clear。 We plunged downward； racing to get under cover of the larger trees once again。
The bird cried out as we did this； but we won to the shade； to the dimness； without incident。 I slowed gradually after that and continued to listen； but there were no untoward sounds on the air。 This part