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Par-Salian handed him a mirror. Raistlin saw that his own face
was sunken and hollow. His skin was a golden color now, with a
faint metallic cast; this would be a symbol of the agony he had
endured. But it was his eyes that caused him to recoil in horror, for
the black pupils were no longer round- they were the shape of
hourglasses!
"You see through hourglass eyes now, Raistlin. And so you see
time, as it touches all things. You see death, whenever you look on
life. Thus you will always be aware of the brief timespan we spend
in the world." Par-Salian shook his head. "There will be no joy in
your life, Raistlin, I fear-indeed, little joy for anyone living on
Krynn."
Raistlin laid the mirror face down. "My brother?" he asked, his
voice barely a whisper.
"It was an illusion that I created-my personal challenge for
you to look deeper into your own heart and examine the ways in
which you deal with those closest to you," Par-Salian said gently.
"As for your brother, he is here, safe . . . quite safe. Here he comes
now."
As Caramon entered the room, Raistlin sat up, shoving Par-
Salian aside. The warrior appeared relieved to see that his twin had
enough energy to greet him, but Caramon's eyes reflected a certain
sadness that comes from learning an unpleasant truth.
"I didn't think you would recognize the illusion for what it was,"
Par-Salian said. "But you did; after all, what magic-user can work
spells, carrying a sword and wearing armor?"
"Then I did not fail?" Raistlin murmured hoarsely
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