Date: Sun, 17 Apr 1994 12:43:30 -0500 (GMT-0500)
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Achimedes Dairy XII

	Well, I've certainly won the asshole for the day award.  I hate my
temper. Maybe I can have Fiona cut it from my mind, or something.  If I
had been able to move it probably wouldn't have gone so poorly, or not. 
Who fucking knows?
	It all started when Ulysses said that we had to return to Amber
now rather than wait until morning as Benedict had requested.  I was more
than happy to let Ulysses tell Benedict that himself.  I went upstairs to
tell the others.
	Jubal was still acting strange.
	We found the horse's throats torn out upon Ulysses' return.  That
was too much of a coincidence.  I decided to try a little experiment on
Jubal as soon as we returned to Amber.
	Sandr is passed to our care when we arrive.  Sandr is then passed
to Laughter's care , so I wandered off in the direction Jubal had a few
moments earlier.  I found him in his room, chanting.  Magic, especially
from him, made me nervous, so I knocked on the door.  No answer was given. 
I was damned if I was going to play that stupid game again, so when the
chanting started once more, I gave the door a good pound.  It stopped,
then started again, so I kicked the door in and almost got bit by a snake. 
Good distraction that was.  Jubal slapped me to the other side of the hall
before I realized what was happening.  I started to have a real bad
feeling about then.  In all the years that I had known Jubal, he had never
used this Chaos form of his.  He had also never attacked me with magic,
which he proceeded to do next, although it didn't have much of an effect.
Staring at those claws, I lost some of my desire to test my hypothesis,
but by that point it was really too late.  I closed the distance between
us, feinted to draw my sword and then delivered a kick to the side of his
knee.  Somehow I knew it just wasn't going to be as effective on him in
this form.  I spent the next thirty seconds doing my best not to get
shredded.
	I really hate it when I'm right.
	The Jubal I had known would have met me weapon to weapon.  This
one seemed intent on doing great bodily damage when my sword had never
left it's scabbard. Whatever it was, it wasn't Jubal and I was in a lot of
trouble.  I tried to slow it down with a tapestry so I could get to the
dining room and get some heavy furniture between it and me.  No luck there
and it left me in a rather compromising position.  I chose to dive through
its legs instead of off to one side on the off chance that a groin shot
might slow it down.  Laughter would have been sorry she missed that, she
would have had enough ammunition on me for months.  It knocked me down and
then proceeded to sit on me.  Stupid, stupid, stupid.  I would have
accepted a beating in payment for that, but it took it a bit far by
crippling me.  That's when it crossed the line.  After that my temper took
over and for some strange reason I tried to offend everyone that I could.
	I guess Random or Benedict put me back together again.  I awoke to
an endless parade of relatives the next day.  The only person I didn't
offend was Sandr, of all people.  Birds of a feather?
	It tried to retrieve its mother.  That's when I truly degenerated. 
I think I even threw a brick at Laughter.  What does go thru my head at
times?  I certainly proved myself to be a vindictive little bastard. 
Benedict took the wind out of my sails, however.  Rather harshly..  He'd
nearly become a father figure in Random's absence.  Guess I've been cured
of that.  Hopefully, my vindictive stupidity went with it.  There's a war
brewing, there's nothing I can do about it and it's totally my fault that
I can't.
	Of the three trump calls I had after that, I must say that I found
Jubal's the strangest.  He showed a little of the person I used to know,
so I honored his request and pulled him through.  He's offered to fix the
damage he's inflicted. I'll take him up on it.  Better to fight out there
than to brood in here.  One hundred and fifty years of solitary life has
not left me exactly socially capable.  If I survive, perhaps I'll take up
residence in Rebma.  They don't expect a hell of a lot of me there.  I
could try Cameron's suggestion.  I've always been over fond of testing
hypothesis.  I'd be tempted to stay in Moire's dungeon the next time.
	And maybe I'll pass Crown Prince on to Martin.  Maybe his
performance would please Benedict to a greater extent than mine has.