Elayne-AoS

Liege Lord,

You asked your kin for an Article of Submission. When my mother told me about it she rolled her eyes. I spoke to Arloxedra and he was quite put out. I don't see the problem. I see it as a formality. You know I am of little danger to the realm.

I could just as easily say what Arlo said, "I submit" and let it go at that. Be we little know each other. Arlo told me to talk about myself since you, the King, would not be the only person ready these. So i write, this second month of 5202 in Amber.

I am an egg. I am Elayne deFlroimel.

My mother bore me before Patternfall on Earth during her time observing Prince Corwin. I was born is Westchester County, New York in 1940 of that world. I attended a local elementary school, a high school, and went to New York for college.

By the time i was 13 my mother had arranged for me to have all the money i wanted as long as i maintained my grade point at 4.0 and as long as i cooperated with all these instructors she had for me. It was easy enough to do. I have been obsessed with reading since i first could figure out what the little drawings meant. Ive always loved learning things.

She had spent a fair amount of time with me as a child but she frequently left for a month at a time here and there. Now i know that was time looking in on Uncle Corwin. From the time i was young enough to grasp a bow she taught me archery. We played sword fighting games, Musketeers vs the Cardinal's Guard. She had a odd man come teach me martial arts. Combat Dance he called it. I had an instructor in gymnastics who helped me be able to participate in the 1948 Olympics in London. At the Olympics I got a Silver in Women's Foil, a Bronze in Womans Over-all Gymnastics, and lost my virginity to a British cyclist who won a Silver-for cycling not scoring with an Amberite.

We went camping. A lot. I didn't know it then but we traveled in shadow. She taught me field craft. We read in wonderful places. She taught me to climb. We played golf. Lots of golf. My mother was a well known professional golf player so we played a lot of golf. We raised dogs, irish wolfhounds. One was always with me. One still is.

I attended the New York University, near Washington Park. I could say i majored in a number of different disciplines but i really majored in the 60's. I spent time in the clubs. The parks. I met people. I let myself go and I let myself indulge. It was a good time to be rich and strong. I bought an apartment building nearby, through agents, and had it renovated for safety. I played myself off as the property manager and charged people repair time to paint walls, sand wood. Carve, create. Forty rental units and social spaces downstairs. There was music in the cafés at night and revolution in the air.

my mother was a professional golfer, my father had been a whisper in the dark for her, some one passing through she said. She said i might meet him someday. At the time i didn't give it a second thought.

Then it all changed. A pair of uncles arrived out of the blue. Creatures out of some hell arrived and the house i grew up in was the scene of warfare. Several of my favorite hounds were killed.

Id never seen my mother flustered. She called me after the two uncles took one of her favorite cars and disappeared. She told me everything. Amber. Eric. Corwin. She told me while driving and for the first time showed me shadowwalking.