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"Oh, there's no denying that." The master sniffed. "He is my
best pupil. And he has a natural affinity for magic. Not one of
those surface users."
"Yes," Par-Salian agreed. "Raistlin's magic springs from deep
within."
"But it springs from a dark well," the master said, shaking his
head. "Sometimes I look at him and shudder, seeing the Black
Robes fall upon him. That will be his destiny, I fear."
"I think not," Par-Salian said thoughtfully. "There is more to
him than you see, though I admit he keeps it well hidden. More to
him than he knows himself, I'll wager."
"Mmmmm," the master sounded very dubious.
Raistlin smiled to himself, a twisted smile. It came as no
surprise to learn his master's true feelings. Raistlin sneered. Who
cares? he thought bitterly. As for Par-Salian-Raistlin shrugged it
off.
"What of his brother?" Par-Salian asked.
Raistlin, his ear pressed against the door, frowned.
"Ah!" The master became effusive. "Night and day. Caramon is
handsome, honorable, trusting, everyone's friend. Theirs is a
strange relationship. I have seen Raistlin watch Caramon with a
fierce, burning love in his eyes. And the next instant, I have seen
such hatred and jealousy I think the young man could murder his
twin without giving it a second thought." He coughed,
apologetically. "Let me send you Algenon, Great One. He is not as
intelligent as Raistlin, but his heart is true and good
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