Message: 35974366, 50 lines
 Posted: 11:43am EDT, Mon Jun 6/94, imported: 11:45am EDT, Mon Jun 6/94
 Subject: Ahab's diary #47- the threatening
 To: Kris Fazzari, thari@umich.edu
 From: jlarke@us.itd.umich.edu
 
 	I knew I shouldn't have made that crack about the
 next turn of the wheel. As I always say, nothing good can
 come of it... and nothing good has.
 	It started out being a nice enough day, too. Random
 agreed to marry Kimbdyl and I, Flora was updated as to the
 plan without overmuch conflict, and Samson gave me a
 referral to someone named Miranda, who impressed me. Even in
 town, most people react somewhat to being approached by a
 Prince of Amber. Miranda may not have recognized me and
 certainly wasn't interested. I admire that; if I wasn't me I
 wouldn't be interested either.
 
 	Some sort of Chaos creature tried to take Nicholas
 that night, but it woke me up and found its mission
 impossible to accomplish. Presumably starting a big ruckus
 was not one of the mission parameters it was assigned. I
 ordered extra guards, and asked Kimbdyl about protective
 sorcery, and accomplished nothing by it. More or less
 typical.
 
 	Lyss offerred to trade fighting lessons for
 Patterning lessons. I think maybe I should alternate those
 with my sessions with Mom, lest I run out of things to teach
 her. I'm not a bad fighter, but I'm hardly in the big
 leagues- in any regard. The problem with not being
 specialized is that you end up being really good at nothing
 at all.
 
 	Lyss and I worked out with Random what would be done
 with the Jewel in her eye, and when returning home before
 lunch I found that guard and Kimbdyl asleep and the baby
 gone.
 
 	What sickens me is that I wasn't even surprised. I'm
 a small fish in a large pond, and from what I've heard of
 Chaos politics right now, Nick is a very viable target. I
 think I've been subconsciously expecting it.
 
 	I'm also sick of having to worry about it. Up until
 now this whole thing has been somebody else's problem, and
 the somebody's haven't been looking into it. But nobody is
 going to profit by messing with my family like this. I'm
 going to ask everyone I've ever known for help, in order of
 friendliness, make what promises are needed, and find my
 son. Then I'm going to put him somewhere out of harm's way.
 And then me, and whoever else I can interest, are going to
 have a real good try at killing every single person who
 aided, backed, condoned, or did this thing to my son.
 
 	One way or another, heads are going to roll. Spoken.