Her needles clicked briskly. She might claim that it was no more than a scarf, but I knew better. With her many dubious arts, her secret knowledge . . . no doubt it was a Trump in preparation. Or perhaps some artefact of Pattern, some leashed form of power that would let her seize power in Amber. Maybe it was some chain that could hold a captive as she wound it around his throat . . .
I must add this "knitting" to my occult studies.
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