Editing Diners of Amber (section)

==='''Oracle of Night'''===

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I have spoken about oracles a couple of times in this work. I have also mentioned that several cards have appeared in the deck after there original publishing date. I also related that Dworkin made it very clear I would continue to comment on the new cards. With these points in mind I give you the following.

The morning I peered through my deck and discovered a trump of the Oracle of Night and the Tower of Grief I broke out in a cold sweat. I remained in it for an hour. Then I went to the Sea View Garden and I drank a bottle of gin. Lastly, I wept.

Fiona found me. I showed her the card, she checked her own deck. She sat speechless, till she began drinking with me. It all started at the Oracle of Night.

Whoever is putting these cards in the deck is playing a dangerous game.

The Oracle of Night is a terrible place and the font from which many woes have flown. Brand, Fiona, and I sought in shadow for a powerful oracle. We sought the most powerful oracle we could find, the three of us, with all our powers focused on the task. We came to the Oracle of Night.

Therein we found the Seat of Seeking. Brand sat first. I was second. Fiona was third. Soon after we followed the paths laid before us. It led to our cabal, my assault on Amber, the Battle of Patternfall, the marring of the Pattern, Brand's imprisonment, and eventually to Brand and Deirdre's falls into the Abyss.

I am of a mind to raise an army as I tread shadow and to lay siege to the Oracle of Night, bringing it down to rubble. Sadly, it is protected by chaos.


<span style=color:darkgreen>Addendum

<span style=color:darkgreen>It was inevitable that the danger of forcing fate and the need to know the unknown would war against each other in King Random of Amber and make him think giving this horror a go was a good idea.  

<span style=color:darkgreen>So one day I found myself forced at Jewel of Judgment point by my so lovely monarch to climb these stairs again for him.  And he aimed the jewel at Brother Ben and my technocratic Nephew Vance.  At least Random took the stair himself as well.

<span style=color:darkgreen>So if the arrows fall, and the shadows quake and hot rocks of chaos fall from the sky, you know who to blame.  This time its not my fault.