a man, with short dark, hair. I felt strangley drawn to him...
As I concentrated what was left of my shattered memory, I realized
something important. The memorie of the village was simply the stuff
of Shadow, and the old wicth must be of the blood of Amber to twist
it. Ah, well. I could ponder on that later. Suddenly it came to me.
Corwin! This Trump was of my brother, and his name was Corwin.He was
my favorite brother, and I felt sure he would help
me.
