Smilingly, blue lightning
Assumes, like a meathook, the burden of his parts.
The police love you, you confess everything.
Bright hair, shoe-black, old plastic,
Is my life so intriguing?
Is it for this you widen your eye-rings?...
I have your head on my wall.
Navel cords, blue-red and lucent,
Shriek from my belly like arrows, and these I ride...
Where are you going
That you suck breath like mileage?
Sulfurous adulteries grieve in a dream.
Cold glass, how you insert yourself
Between myself and myself.
I scratch like a cat.
The blood that runs is dark fruit---
An effect, a cosmetic.
Having neither an interest in the New Amber nor a place there, Caine retreated to the Courts of Chaos. He learned to shapeshift and through the careful use of his many talents attained great power and prestige. While he does not belong to any particular House, Caine has alliances and supporters all over Chaos enough that it is whispered House Barimen may very well be reinstated soon with Caine at its head. Currently Caine is on good terms with King Gramble and the Puppetmaster, but one receives the impression that two manipulators on the scale of Caine and Mandor could not long remain on the same team.
These suppositions seem more sinister, now that both Caine and Mandor have dropped out of the public eye. All Chaos is abuzz with the possibilities of what might have happened to them.