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you haven’t had time?”
    “Well, I guess there’s something of a judgmental factor involved.”
    “If it involves our safety, I am the one to do the judging.”
    “Yes, sir.   I realize that-“
    “We have to have a talk, Merlin.   Is it that your personal life is mixed with this in some way?”
    “I guess that’s true-“
    “It doesn’t matter.   The kingdom is more important.   We must talk.”
    “Yes, sir.   We will as soon as-“
    “ ‘As soon as,’ hell! Now! Stop screwing around at whatever you’re up to and get your ass back here! We have to talk!”
    “I will, as soon as-“
    “Don’t give me that! It verges on the traitorous if you’re withholding important information! I need to see you now! Come home!”
    “I will,” I said, and I hurried away, his voice joining a continuing chorus of the others, repeating their demands, their pleas, their accusations.
    Out of the next one-circular, with a blue braided frame-Julia regarded me.
    “And there you go,” she said, almost wistfully.   “You knew I loved you.”
    “I loved you, too,” I admitted.   “It took me a long time to realize it.   I guess I messed up, though.”
    “You didn’t love me enough,” she said.   “Not enough to trust me.   And so you lost my trust.”
    I looked away.
    “I’m sorry,” I said.
    “Not good enough,” she responded.   “Thus, we are become enemies.”
    “It doesn’t have to be that way.”
    “Too late,” she said.   “Too late.”
    “I’m sorry,” I repeated, and I hurried away.
    Thus, I came to Jasra, in a red, diamond frame.   Her bright-nailed hand reached out and caressed my cheek.   “Going somewhere, dear boy?” she asked.
    “I hope so,” I said.
    She smiled crookedly and pursed her lips.
    “I’ve decided you were a bad influence on my son,” she said.   “He lost his edge when he became friends with you.”
    “Sony about that,” I said.
    “...   Which may make him unfit to rule.”
    “Unfit or unwilling?” I asked.
    “Whichever, it will be your fault.”
    “He’s a big boy now, Jasra.   He makes his own decisions.”
    “I fear you’ve taught him to make the wrong ones.”
    “He’s his own man, lady.   Don’t blame me if he does things you don’t like.”
    “And if Kashfa crumbles because you’ve softened him?”
    “I decline the nomination,” I said, taking a step forward.   It was good that I was moving, for her hand shot out, nails raking at my face, barely missing.   She threw expletives after me as I walked away.   Fortunately, they were drowned amid the cries of the others.
    “Merlin?”
    Turning to my right again I beheld the face of Nayda within a silver mirror, its surface and curled frame of a single piece.
    “Nayda! What are you down on me for?”
    “Nothing,” the ty’iga lady replied.   “I’m just passing through, and I need directions.”
    “You don’t hate me? How refreshing!”
    “Hate you? Don’t be silly.   I could never do that.”
    “Everyone else in this gallery seems irritated with me.”
    “It’s only a dream, Merlin.   You’re real, I’m real, and I don’t know about the others.”
    “I’m sorry my mother put you under that spell to protect me-all those years ago.   Are you really free of it now? If you’re not, perhaps I can-“
    “I’m free of it.”
    “I’m sorry you had so much trouble fulfilling its terms-not knowing whether it was Luke or me you were supposed to be guarding.   Who’d have known there’d be two Amberites in the same neighborhood in Berkeley?”
    “I’m not sorry.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I came for directions.   I want to know how I can find Luke.”
    “Why, in Kashfa.   He was just crowned king the other day.   What do you need him for?”
    “Hadn’t you guessed?”
    “No.”
    “I’m in love with him.   Always was.   Now that I’m free of the geas and have a body of my own, I want him to know that I was Gail-and how I feel.   Thanks, Merlin.