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Dworkin is sitting in a booth, staring blankly at nothing in particular. He gives the distinct impression of someone who is waiting for something.

Perhaps 'someone.'

Perhaps you?

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"Sweet as a sour apple." Smirking a little he sighed again. "She and Bleys tried to kill me. It is the one thing I do have to thank Corwin for, getting me out and free again." Raising the glass one more time he took another sip. "I'll see her head on a pike yet."

"No," he replies, "I don't think that's how it goes this time."

He makes a motion resembling a shrug.

"Then how do you predict that it shall go? Maybe we can make a game of this." For an instant he seems to smile brightly, the glass sitting upon the table top with a little click. "Come on- lets set up the rules and the bet."

"I don't play with this sort of thing, Brand. I just know fractals. Archetypes. I just know patterns."

They're there for a reason.

Brand sat there quietly for a good minute or two, looking into glass of wine that sat infront of him. Slowly his fingers started to strum across the tabletop. "Fate," he says after a moment before looking back up at Dworkin. "Have you heard the saying about the pale horse?"

Out of the same nowhere as always, he flips up a card. A tarot card; the Rider-Waite variety, death. (http://z.about.com/d/paganwiccan/1/0/Z/0/-/-/13DeathRiderWaite.jpg)

"I do miss my white mount. Bleys killed him as they took me to the Tower." Picking up the glass of wine again he swirled the dark liquid around a little. "You do know it was you who set me on this path. You and father..my wonderful, dear siblings. Should you wish to point fingers then look amongst the family?"

The card, though, gets a smile. "I always liked that card."

"Death holds no death, is no omen."

He can't quite make sense of it enough to say what he means, but maybe Brand understands anyways.

It was a matter of how it could be viewed.

"You've killed me, grandfather. All of you. I simply wish in a sense to spread that love amongst the family." Then he started to laugh for no reason before takng another drink of wine. "And the rest of the fucking world with it. To Emperor Brand, lord of all in its darker and lighter sides." With that he raised his glass yet again in toast as he laughed.

"Poor Brand," Dworkin murmurs, and finally sips his wine.

"Be careful, poor Brand. You're forgetting how to see."

"And what is it that I have forgotten to see, old man? What the family thinks of me? No. I have seen it all and it shall change or be wiped out." He was trying his best not to scream, not to lose his cool. It was hard.

In his hand the glass started to crack a little. "You always liked Fiona better. Fiona this, Fiona that. Bleys even was more favored and he did hardly anything." Swallowing hard he stared at the old man with a near pleading look shining in his eyes. "What did I ever do, Grandfather. What?"

"This."

He frowns.

"You put me mad, Brand, and you don't see the beauty in the order, the horror in the chaos."

"No I saw it." Looking away from Dworkin he scrunched his face up. "I saw it and I saw what the plan was. Someone helped me see that." Without even thinking the spikard ring on his right hand was twisted about with his thumb. "I'll make things right. They way they should be."

He shakes his head, in mute denial.

Random would be disappointed in this first meeting.

Setting the glass down the Prince started to stand. "I assume this will be our last meeting till the end, Grandfather, and there will be an end. Out with the old..in with the new is the proper saying I believe."

Then with the slight movement of a finger the bottle moved closer to where Dworkin sat. "Consider it a late birthday present."

"Wrong again. I'll see you again, Brand."

He takes another sip of his wine.

"Until I remember what time I'm from, I'm a guest here. Oh well."

Brand....actually hesitates for a moment. He licks his lips torn between wanting to leave and wanting to get one thing out. When he does manage it, it's almost like a fight between mind and mouth. "There is..a youth here. Look for him. Lucas."

Then throwing his hand up in disgust he turns on his heel intent on stalking away.

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