Then suddenly I was out of it and Grayswandir swung free in my hand once again； the fires partly diminished； whether by contrast with the reilluminated prospect or for some other reasons I did not know。
Looking about； I saw that Brand was approaching the Grand Curve。 As for me； I was working my way toward the Second Veil。 We would both be involved in the strenuous efforts these entailed in a few more minutes。 The Grand Curve is more difficult； more prolonged than the Second Veil； however。 I should be free and moving more quickly again before he worked his way through his barrier。 Then I would have to cross the damaged area another time。 He might be free by then； but he would be moving more slowly than I would； for he would be into the area where the going bees even more difficult。
A steady static arose with each step that I took； and a tingling sensation permeated my entire body。 The sparks rose to midthigh as I moved。 It was like striding through a field of electric wheat。 My hair was at least partly risen by then。 I could feel its stirring。 I glanced back once to see Fiona； still mounted； unmoving； watching。
I pressed ahead to the Second Veil。
Angles。。。 short； sharp turns。。。 The force rose and rose against me； so that all of my attention； all of my strength； was now occupied in striving against it。 There came again that familiar sense of timelessness； as though this was all I had ever done； all that I ever would do。 And will。。。 a focusing of desire to such an intensity that everything else was excluded。。。 Brand； Fiona； Amber； my own identity。。。 The sparks rose to even greater heights as I struggled； turned； labored； each step requiring more effort than the previous one。
I pushed through。 Right into the black area again。
Reflexively； I moved Grayswandir down and ahead once more。 Again； the grayness； the monochrome fog； cut by the blue of my blade opening the way before me like a surgical incision。
When I emerged into normal light； I sought Brand。 He was still in the western quadrant； struggling with the Grand Curve； about two thirds of the way through it。 If I pushed hard； I might be able to catch him just as he was ing out of it。 I threw all of my strength into moving as quickly as possible。
As I made it to the north end of the Pattern and into the curve leading back； it struck me suddenly what I was about to do。
I was rushing to spill more blood upon the Pattern。
If it came to a simple choice between further damage to the Pattern and Brand's destroying it utterly； then I knew what I had to do。 Yet； I felt there had to be another way。 Yes。。。
I slowed my pace just a trifle。 It was going to be a matter of timing； his passage was a lot rougher than mine just then； so I had an edge in that respect。 My entire new strategy involved arranging our encounter at just the right point。 Ironically； at that moment； I recalled Brand's concern for his rug。 The problem of keeping this place clean was a lot trickier； though。
He was nearing the end of the Grand Curve； and I paced him while calculating the distance to the blackness。 I had decided to let him do his bleeding over the area which had already been damaged。 The only disadvantage I seemed to possess was that I would be situated to Brand's right。 To minimize the benefit this would give him when we crossed blades； I would have to remain somewhat to the rear。
Brand struggled and advanced； all of his movements in slow motion。 I struggled too； but not as hard。 I kept the pace。 I wondered as I went； about the Jewel； about the affinity we had shared since the attunement。 I could feel its presence； there to my left and ahead； even though I could not see it now upon Brand's breast。 Would it really act to save me across that distance should Brand gain the upper hand in our ing conflict？ Feeling its presence； I could almost believe that it would。 It had torn me from one assailant and found； somehow； within my mind； a traditional place of safety … my own bed … and had transported me there。 Feeling it now； almost seeing the way before Brand through it； I felt some assurance that it would attempt to function on my behalf once again。 Recalling Fiona's words； however； I was determined not to rely on it。 Still； I considered its other functions； speculated upon my ability to operate it without contact。。。
Brand had almost pleted the Grand Curve。 I reached out from some level of my being and made contact with the Jewel。 Laying my will upon it； I called for a storm of the red tornado variety which had destroyed Iago。 I did not know whether I could control that particular phenomenon in this particular place； but I called for it nevertheless and directed it toward Brand。 Nothing happened immediately； though I felt the Jewel functioning to achieve something。 Brand came to the end； offered a final exertion； and passed from the Grand Curve。
I was right there behind him。
He knew it； too … somehow。 His blade was out the instant the pressure was off。 He gained a couple feet faster than I thought he could； got his left foot ahead of him； turned his body； and met my gaze over the lines of our blades。
〃Damned if you didn't make it。〃 he said； touching the tip of my blade with his own。 〃You would never have gotten here this soon if it weren't for the bitch on the horse； though。〃
〃Nice way to talk about our sister；〃 I said； feinting and watching him move to parry。
We were hampered； in that neither of us could lunge without departing the Pattern。 I was further hampered in not wanting to make him bleed； yet。 I faked a stop thrust and he drew back； sliding his left foot along the design to his rear。 He withdrew his right then； stamped it； and tried a head cut without preliminaries。 Damn it！ I parried and then riposted by pure reflex。 I did not want to catch him with the chest cut I had thrown back at him； but the tip of Grayswandir traced an arc beneath his sternum。 I heard a humming in the air above us。 I could not afford to take my eyes off Brand； though。 He glanced downward and backed some more。 Good。 A red line now decorated his shirt front where my cut had taken him。 So far； the material seemed to be absorbing it。 I stamped； feinted； thrust； parried； stop thrust； bound； and unbound … everything I could think of to keep him retreating。 I had the psychological edge on him in that I had the greater reach and we both knew I could do more things with it； more quickly。 Brand was nearing the dark area。 Just a few more paces。。。 I heard a sound like a single bell chime； followed by a great roaring。 A shadow suddenly fell upon us； as though a cloud had just occluded the sun。
Brand glanced up。 I think I could have gotten him just then； but he was still a couple of feet too far from the target area。
He recovered immediately and glared at me。
〃Damn you； Corwin！ That's yours； isn't it？〃 he cried； and then he attacked； discarding what caution he still possessed。
Unfortunately； I was in a bad position； as I had been edging up on him； preparing to press him the rest of the way back。 I was exposed and slightly off…balance。 Even as I parried； I realized it would not be sufficient； and I twisted and fell back。
I struggled to keep my feet in place as I went down。 I caught myself with my right elbow and my left hand。 I cursed； as the pain was too much and my elbow slid to the side； dropping me to my right shoulder。
But Brand's thrust had gone by me； and within blue halos my feet still touched the line。 I was out of Brand's reach for a death thrust； though he could still hamstring me。
I raised my right arm； still clutching Grayswandir； before me。 I began to sit up。 As I did； I saw that the red formation； yellow about the edges； was now spinning directly above Brand； crackling with sparks and small lightnings； its roar now changed to a wailing。
Brand took hold of his blade by the forte and raised it above his shoulder like a spear； pointed in my direction。 I knew that I could not parry it； that I could not dodge it。
With my mind； I reached out to the Jewel and up to the formation in the sky。。。
There came a bright flash as a small finger of lightning reached down and touched his blade。。。
The weapon fell from his hand and his hand flew to his mouth。 With his l