Blood of Amber:
Depicted on <PERSON>'s cards:
...another of a slim, russethaired man in brown and black, and one of a woman who resembled this man so closely it would seem they must be related.
«Okay. The lady,» he stated, «is <PERSON>.» I stared so hard that I felt the beginnings of a contact. I smothered it.
«The long-lost,» he added. I raised the card depicting the man who resembled her. «Then this must be <PERSON>,» I said. «Right.»
...But to confuse genealogists and sticklers for family legality, he had done it in a place where time flowed far more rapidly than in <PERSON>. Interesting arguments both for and against the bigamous nature of his marriage to <PERSON> may be made. I'm in no position to judge. I had the story from <PERSON> years ago, and in that she'd never gotten along too well with <PERSON> and <PERSON>, the offspring of that union, she was inclined to the pro-bigamy interpretation. I'd never seen pictures of <PERSON> or <PERSON> until now. There weren't any hanging around the palace, and they were seldom mentioned. But they had lived in Amber for the relatively short time <PERSON> was queen there. Following her death, they grew unhappy with <PERSON>'s policies toward her homeland - which they visited often - and after a time they departed, vowing not to have anything to do with Amber again. At least that's the way I'd heard it. There could easily have been all sorts of sibling politicking involved, too. I don't know. But here were two missing members of the royal family, and obviously <PERSON> had teamed of them and approached them, hoping to revive old resentments and gain allies. He admitted that it hadn't worked. Two centuries is a long time to hold a grudge at high pitch. That's about how long it had been since their departure, as I understood it.
Prince of Chaos:
...The frame was white, the glass was gray. Within was a man I had never met. 417
His shirt was black and opened at the neck. He wore a brown leather vest, his hair dark blond, eyes perhaps green. «Yes?» «A spikard was hidden in Amber,» he stated, «for you to find. It conveys great powers. It also bears a series of spells that will cause its wearer to act in certain ways under certain circumstances.» «I suspected this,» I said. «What is it set to do?» «Formerly worn by <PERSON>, King of Chaos, it will force the chosen successor to take the throne, behave in a certain fashion, and be amenable. to the suggestions of certain persons.» «These being?» «The woman who laughed and cried, `Seek him in the Pit. ' The man in black, who desires your return.» «<PERSON> and <PERSON>. They laid these spells upon it?» «Just so. And the man left it for you to find.» «I hate to surrender the thing just now,» I said, «when it's proving so useful. Is there a way to lift these spells?» «Of course. But it should not matter to you.» «Why not?» «The ring you wear is not the one of which I speak.» «I do not understand.» «But you will. Never fear.» «Who are you, sir?» «My name is <PERSON>, and we may never actually meet - unless certain ancient powers come loose.» He raised his hand, and I saw that he, too, wore a spikard. He moved it toward me. «Touch your ring to mine,» he commanded. «Then it can be ordered to bring you to me.» I raised mine and moved it toward the glass. At the moment they seemed to touch, there was a flash of light and <PERSON> was gone.
The Salesmans' Tale:
"'Seek the guardians?'" "There is a custodian--possibly two," she replied. "A self-exiled Prince of Amber and his sister have guarded a portion of this power for a long while. It would seem in order to see that they still live, still discharge the duty." "Self-exiled? Why?" "Personal reasons, involving the late King." "Where are they?" "I do not know." ...When she returned she presented me with the card, portrait of a slim man with hair the color of rust. "His name is <PERSON>," she said. "You think I should just call him and ask whether he still has whatever he had?"
"Who is it? 381