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"He retired as Head of the Conclave twenty-five years ago,"
Justarius said gravely, "following the . . . the incident in which you
were involved."
Caramon flushed, but said nothing. He thought he detected a
slight smile on Dalamar's delicate elven features.
"I took over as Head of the Conclave, and Dalamar was chosen
to succeed Ladonna as Head of the Order of Black Robes in return
for his dangerous and valiant work during-"
"The incident," Caramon growled. "Congratulations," he
added.
Dalamar's lip curled in a sneer. Justarius nodded, but it was
obvious he was not to be distracted from the previous topic of
discussion.
"I would be honored to meet your sons," Justarius said coolly.
"Palin in particular. I understand that the young man is desirous of
becoming a mage someday."
"He's studying magic, if that's what you mean," Car-amon said
gruffly. "I don't know how seriously he takes it, or if he plans to
make it his livelihood, as you seem to imply. He and I have never
discussed it-"
Dalamar snorted derisively at this, causing Justarius to lay his
hand on the dark elf's black-robed arm.
"Perhaps we have been mistaken in what we have heard of your
son's ambition, then?"
"Perhaps you have," Caramon returned coolly. "Palin and I are
close. I'm certain he would have confided in me."
"It is refreshing to see a man these days who is honest and open
about his love for his sons, Caramon Ma-jere," began Justarius
mildly
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