and you
had to unlock an outer door to get where you were. Suddenly I was extremely
self-conscious. I wanted to get out of there, fast. I unbuckled my sword
belt, from which Grayswandir depended in its not-quite-perfect fit of a
sheath. I did not dare bear it any farther but hung it from one of the
garment pegs on the wall near the door next to a short trench coat I hadn't
noticed before. I slipped out then and locked the door as quietly as I
could.
Awkward. Was he really coming and going with some regularity, somehow
managing to avoid notice? Or was some sort of phenomenon of an entirely
different order in progress within his quarters? I'd heard an occasional
rumor that some of the older chambers had sub specie spatium
doorways, if one could but figure how to activate them,
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considerable extra closet space as well as private means of entry and
egress. Something else I should have asked Dworkin about. Maybe I've got a
pocket universe under my bed. I'd never looked.
I turned and walked quickly away. As I neared the corner, I slowed.
Dworkin had felt that the presence of the Jewel of Judgment on my person was
the thing that' had protected me from the Pattern, had it really tempted to
harm me earlier. On the other hand, the Jewel, worn too long,
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do damage to the wearer. Therefore,
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then pass my mind through the stone's matrix; in effect creating a recording
of a higher power of the Pattern within me along with some measure of
immunity to assaults by the Pattern itself. Interesting conjecture. And
that's all it was, of course: conjecture.
When I reached the cross corridor where a left would take me to the
stairway or a right back to my rooms, I hesitated. There was a sitting room
diagonally across the way,
coach outlet, to the left, across from Benedict's seldom used
rooms. I headed for it, entered, sank into a heavy chair in the c