e. I simply did not know. I could think only of what I had seen when she had gestured. The cowling had slipped away and I had gotten a glimpse of what she had become. It had not been a human face, there within the shadows. But I turned my head and watched until she was gone. With Deirdre, Brand and Dad gone, and now a parting with Dara on these terms, the world was much emptier-whatever was left of it.
I lay back and sighed. Why not just remain here when the others departed, wait for the storm to wash over me, and sleep . . . dissolve? I thought of Hugi. Had I digested his flight from life as well as his flesh? I was so tired that it seemed the easiest course. . . .
"Here, Corwin."
I had been dozing again, though only for a moment. Fiona was beside me once more,
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"I did not wish to interrupt your audience," she said. "So I waited."
"You heard?" I asked.
"No, but I can guess,
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I swallowed some wine, turned my attention to the meat,
MBT Kafala, the bread. Despite my state of mind, they tasted good to me.
"We will be moving soon," Fiona said, casting a glance at the raging stormfront. "Can you ride?"
"I think so,
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I took another drink of the wine.
"But too much has happened, Fi," I told her. "I have gone numb emotionally. I broke out of a sanitarium on a shadow world. I have tricked people and I've killed people. I have calculated and I have fought. I won back my memory and I have been trying to straighten out my life. I have found my family, and found that I love it. I have been reconciled with Dad. I have fought for the kingdom. I have tried everything I know to hold things together. Now it appears that it has all come to nothing, and I have not enough spirit left to mourn further. I have gone numb. Forgive me."
She kissed me.
"We are not yet beaten. You will be yourself again," she said.
I shook my head.
"It is like the last chapter of Alice" I said. "