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I courted it. Now I rolled it around my mind and examined all the associations that sprang up when it struck.
    The word was charged with a mighty longing and a massive nostalgia. It had, wrapped up inside it, a sense of forsaken beauty, grand achievement. and a feeling of power that was terrible and almost ultimate. Somehow, the word belonged in my vocabulary. Somehow, I was part of it and it was a part of me. It was a place name, I knew then. It was the name of a place I once had known. There came no pictures, though, only emotions.
    How long I sat so, I do not know. Time had somehow divorced itself from my reveries.
    I realized then, from the center of my thoughts, that there had come a gentle rapping upon the door. Then the handle slowly turned and the maid, whose name was Carmella, entered and asked me if I was interested in lunch.
    It seemed like a good idea, so I followed her back to the kitchen and ate half a chicken and drank a quart of milk.
    I took a pot of coffee back to the library with me, avoiding the dogs as I went. I was into the second cup when the telephone rang.
    I longed to pick it up, but I figured there must be extensions all over the house and Carmella would probably get it from somewhere.
    I was wrong. It kept ringing.
    Finally, I couldn’t resist it any longer.
    “Hello,” I said, “this is the Flaumel residence.”
    “May I speak with Mrs. Flaumel please?”
    It was a man’s voice, rapid and slightly nervous. He sounded out of breath and his words were masked and surrounded by the faint ringing and the ghost voices that indicate long distance.
    “I’m sorry.” I told him. “She’s not here right now. May I take a message or have her call you back?”
    “Who am I talking to?” he demanded.
    I hesitated, then, “Corwin’s the name,” I told him.
    “My God!” he said, and a long silence followed.
    I was beginning to think he’d hung up. I said, “Hello?” again, just as he started talking.
    “Is she still alive?” he asked.
    “Of course she’s still alive. Who the hell am I talking to?”
    “Don’t you recognize the voice, Corwin? This is Random. Listen. I’m in California and I’m in trouble. I was calling to ask Flora for sanctuary. Are you with her?”
    “Temporarily,” I said.
    “I see. Will you give me your protection, Corwin?” Pause, then, “Please?”
    “As much as I can,” I said, “but I can’t commit Flora to anything without consulting her.”
    “Will you protect me against her?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then you’re good enough for me, man. I’m going to try to make it to New York now. I’ll be coming by a rather circuitous route, so I don’t know how long it will take me. If I can avoid the wrong shadows, I’ll he seeing you whenever. Wish me luck.”
    “Luck,” I said.
    Then there was a click and I was listening to a distant ringing and the voices of the ghosts.
    So cocky little Random was in trouble! I had a feeling it shouldn’t have bothered me especially. But now, he was one of the keys to my past, and quite possibly my future also. So I would try to help him, in any way I could, until I’d learned all I wanted from him. I knew that there wasn’t much brotherly love lost between the two of us. But I knew that on the one hand he was nobody’s fool; he was resourceful, shrewd, strangely sentimental over the damnedest things; and on the other hand, his word wasn’t worth the spit behind it, and he’d probably sell my corpse to the medical school of his choice if he could get much for it. I remembered the little fink all right, with only a touch of affection, perhaps for a few pleasant times it seemed we had spent together. But trust him? Never. I decided I wouldn’t tell Flora he was coming until the last possible moment. He might be made to serve as an ace, or at least a knave, in the hole.
    So I added some hot coffee to what remained in my cup and sipped it slowly.
    Who was he running from?
    Not Eric, certainly, or he wouldn’t have been