Chronicles of Amber, The (F.M.) by Zelazny Roger

Author:Zelazny, Roger [Zelazny, Roger]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy, Adventure, Sci-fi, High Fantasy, Second World Fantasy
ISBN: 9780380809066
Google: 2UEpWcJVdOQC
Amazon: 0380809060
Publisher: Gollancz
Published: 1970-11-24T13:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

He was a short, heavy-set man with a somewhat florid complexion, his dark hair streaked with white and perhaps a bit thin on top. I sat in the study of his semi-rural home in upstate New York, sipping a beer and telling him my troubles. It was a breezy, star-dotted night beyond the window and he was a good listener.

“You say that Luke didn’t show up the following day,” he said. “Did he send a message?”

“ No.”

“What exactly did you do that day?”

“I checked his room in the morning. It was just as I’d left it. I went by the desk. Nothing, like I said. Then I had breakfast and I checked again. Nothing again. So I took a long walk around the town. Got back a little after noon, had lunch, and tried the room again. It was the same. I borrowed the car keys then and drove back up to the place we’d been the night before. No sign of anything unusual there, looking at it in the light of day. I even climbed down the slope and hunted around. No body, no clues. I drove back, replaced the keys, hung around the hotel till dinner time, ate, then called you. After you told me to come on up, I made a reservation and went to bed early. Caught the Shuttlejack this morning and flew here from Albuquerque.”

“And you checked again this morning?”

“Yeah. Nothing new.”

He shook his head and relit his pipe. His name was Bill Roth, and he had been my father’s friend as well as his attorney, back when he’d lived in this area. He was possibly the only man on Earth Dad had trusted, and I trusted him, too. I’d visited him a number of times during my eight years—most recently, unhappily, a year and a half earlier, at the time of his wife, Alice’s, funeral. I had told him my father’s story, as I had heard it from his own lips, outside the Courts of Chaos, because I’d gotten the impression that he had wanted Bill to know what had been going on, felt he’ d owed him some sort of explanation for all the help he’d given him. And Bill actually seemed to understand and believe it. But then, he’d known Dad a lot better than I did.

“I’ve remarked before on the resemblance you bear your father.”

I nodded.

“It goes beyond the physical,” he continued. “For a while there he had a habit of showing up like a downed fighter pilot behind enemy lines. I’ll never forget the night he arrived on horseback with a sword at his side and had me trace a missing compost heap for him.” He chuckled. “Now you come along with a story that makes me believe Pandora’s box has been opened again. Why couldn’t you just want a divorce like any sensible young man? Or a will written or a trust set up? A partnership agreement? Something like that? No, this sounds more like one of Carl’s problems.

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