If I'd died without hope of grace clause

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"Caine, I know you meant no harm bringing me to Amber. I do not regret my service to you. But how will I know what would have happened if i had died at home? Would I have seen Adrienne in Heaven? Georges? My grandchildren? My parents? My aunts? Coming here is like I died without hope of Grace."

Sir Gilbert Motier, Knight of Amber, Baron Lafayatte. Moments before his execution was to take play for treason to Amber. Pardoned and Exiled by King Oberon.[[1]]

A contemplation on the complex reactions of removing one to Amber and leaving their life behind.

Amber.

Its big.

It pulls from shadow in many ways.

So imagine you are living your life on earth. Navy Seal, Special Forces. Combat veteran. Martial Arts expert and instructor. Husband, father.

Throughout the course of your life you had run into a man whose combat credentials are better then yours. You liked him, became friends with him. Your wife tried fixing him up with her friends and he always politely declined. A confirmed bachelor. Married to the Corp.

Life goes on and you retire after a long eventful military career. Finances are secure. The grand kids are all fine.

The tragedy strikes. You wife dies suddenly. A sickness. Soon after both children die for different reasons. Maybe a couple of grandchildren too. After a long life such sadness is tragic. Maybe more then you can bear. But your hope is that one day you will be reunited with them in heaven.

So this man comes to you. You can't believe the look of him, fit, hard, not exactly young but certainly not your own 70 years. You thought he was older then you.

He asks if you will take a ride with him. He has a couple of new horses out at the ranch and was going to give them a good work out. YOu figure a nice ride sounds good. A little sunlight for your darkness.

So when you get there he has two horses, well stocked with supplies. Your friend mounts and starts riding without a word. You follow.