Tears of the Lost
And a big, powerful man regarded me from the next card. He resembled me quite strongly, save that his jaw was heavier. And I knew he was bigger than I, though slower. His strength was a thing out of legend.
He wore a dressing gown of blue and gray clasped about the middle with a wide, black belt, and he
stood laughing. About his neck, on a heavy cord, there hung a silver bunting horn. He wore a fringe beard and a light mustache. In his right hand he held a goblet of wine. I felt a sudden affection for him. His name then occurred to me. He was Gerard.
Nine Princes In Amber