Sign of chaos

The beach, nearer now, was tiger-striped and shiny in places. A froth of foam retreated along its slopes while birds cried and dipped to examine the waves' leavings. Sails bobbed in the offing, and a small curtain of rain rippled in the southeast, far out at sea. The winds had ceased their noise-making, though they still came upon us with cloak-wrapping force.

We continued in silence until we had reached the bottom. We stepped away then, moving a few paces onto the sand.

«The harbor's in that direction,» I said, gesturing to my right, westward, «and there's a church off that way,» I added, indicating the dark building where Caine's service had been held and where seamen sometimes came to pray for safe voyages.

She looked in both directions and also glanced behind us and upward.

«More people headed down,» she remarked.

I looked back up and saw three figures near the top of the stairway, but they were standing still, as if they'd only come down a short distance to try the view. None of them wore Lleweila's colors…

«Fellow sightseers,» I said.

She watched them a moment longer, then looked away. «Aren't there caves along here somewhere?» she asked.

I nodded to my right.

«That way,» I answered. «There's a whole series. People get lost in them periodically. Some are pretty colorful. Others just wander through darkness. A few are simply shallow openings.»

«I'd like to see them,» she said.

«Sure, easily done. Let's go.».

I began walking. The people on the stair had not moved. They still appeared to be looking out to sea. I doubted they were smugglers. It doesn't seem like a daytime occupation for a place where anyone might wander by. Still, I was pleased that my faculty for suspicion was growing. It seemed appropriate in light of recent events: The object of my greatest suspicion, of course, was walking beside me, turning driftwood with the toe of her boot, scuffing bright pebbles, laughing - but there was nothing I was ready to do about it at the moment. Soon…

She took my arm suddenly.

«Thanks for bringing me,» she said. «I'm enjoying this.»

«Oh, I am, too. Glad we came. You're welcome.»

This made me feel slightly guilty, but if my guess were wrong no harm would be done.

«I think I would enjoy living in Amber,» she remarked as we went along.

«Me, too,» I replied. «I've never really done it for any great length of time.»

«Oh?»

«I guess I didn't really explain how long I'd spent on the shadow Earth where I went to school, where I had that job I was telling you about…,» I began, and suddenly I was pouring out more autobiography to her - a thing I don't usually do. I wasn't certain why I was telling it at first, and then I realized that I just wanted someone to talk to. Even if my strange suspicion was correct, it didn't matter. A friendly-seeming listener made me feel better than I had in a long while. And before I realized it, I was telling her about my father - how this man I barely knew had rushed through a massive story of his struggles, his dilemmas, his decisions, as if he were trying to justify himself to me, as if that were the only opportunity he might have to do it, and how I had listened, wondering what he was editing, what he had forgotten, what he might be glossing over or dressing up, what his feelings were toward me…

«Those are some of the caves,» I told her, as they interrupted my now embarrassing indulgence in memory. She started to say something about my monologue, but I simply continued; «I've only seen them once.»

She caught my mood and simply said «I'd like to go inside one.»

I nodded. They seemed a good place for what I had in mind.

I chose the third one. Its mouth was larger than the first two, and I could see back into it for a good distance. «Let's try that one. It looks well lighted,» I explained. We walked into a shadow-hung chill. The damp sand followed us for a while, thinning only slowly to be replaced by a gritty stone floor. The roof dipped and rose several times. A turn to the left joined us with the passage of another opening, for looking back along it I could see more light. The other direction led more deeply into the mountain. We could still feel the echoing pulse of the sea from where we stood.

«These caves could lead back really far,» she observed.

«They do,» I replied. «They twist and cross and wind. I wouldn't want to go too far without a map and a light. They've never been fully charted, that I know of.»

She looked about, studying areas of blackness within the darkness where side tunnels debouched into our own.

«How far back do you think they go?» she inquired.

«I just don't know.»

«Under the palace?»

«Probably,» I said, remembering the series of side tunnels I'd passed on my way to the Pattern. «It seems possible they ' cut into the big caves below itsomewhere.»

«What's it like down there?».

«Under the palace? Just dark and big. Ancient…»

«I'd like to see it.»

«Whatever for?»

«The Pattern's down there. It must be pretty colorful.»

«Oh, it is all bright and swirly. Rather intimidating, though.»