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My sword need cleaning, and Lars seems to be resting peacefully now. I am ahead of myself however.
Again I have been taken from my contemplation to return to Amber. The second anniversary of King Eric's reign was the event. To make matters worse I was accosted by Flora. I always feel uncomfortable in Amber clothing.
However, the evening had its high points. One of those was the return of Lars. Child of Findo, he disappeared before, or near the time I was born. My father spoke little of my elder brethren, but when he did he had respect in his voice.
The other point was the destruction of the Council Hall. A group of masked men attacked from the guard posts as well. My first thoughts are that this was a statement and a test. Most likely Corwin sympathizers, with some sort of Family backing. I am greatly concerned, as they are now threatening Amber herself. In my father's absence I have taken on the feeling of protection, for a place I both love and hate.
The next day found me called into Eric's presence. Eric sent Lars and myself to Rebma to look into the matter of some attacks. Lars understandably hates Rebma, but agreed to go. I am uncomfortable in water, but comfort is a small and rare thing.
When we arrived we found the Queen missing, and made the obvious connection to the attacks. Finding that the attacks were comming form a rather deep trench, was a simple matter. Transversing it, however, was not. We were attacked and stood battered, but not defeated. I was greatly effected by the poison from the underwater creatures, but Lars seemed to have a greater stamina than I. His skill with the sword is greater than mine as well. Perhaps I can get him to teach me a few things.
At the top of the trench I lost consciousness. Where, later, Lars was also found on the edge of wakefulness. He reported that the Tritons were again trying to take Rebma, through a shadow path that is similar to the Black Road.
Now I sit in the Amber infirmary, needing to clean the saltwater from my sword. I wonder now what allegiances will be made, and how I will fit into it. I also wonder what my father will make of all this.