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. He is devoted to his family,
especially his two elder brothers. They, in turn, are devoted to him.
Is all this true?"
Caramon nodded, unable to speak past the sudden lump in his
throat.
Looking at him, Justarius's mild gaze suddenly became sharp
and penetrating. He shook his head. "But in'some ways you are
blind, Caramon. Oh, not as Da-lamar said,"-seeing Caramon's
face go red with anger-"not the way you were blinded to your
brother's evil. This is the blindness that afflicts all parents, my
friend. I know"-Justarius smiled and gave rueful shrug-"I have
a daughter . . ."
Glancing at Dalamar out of the comer of his eye, the archmage
sighed. The handsome elf's lips twitched in a hint of a smile.
Dalamar said nothing, however. He simply sat staring into the
shadows.
"Yes, we parents can be blind," Justarius murmured. "But that
is neither here nor there." Leaning forward, the archmage clasped
his hands together. "I see you growing impatient, Caramon. As
you guessed, we have called you here for a purpose. And, I'm
afraid it does have something to do with your son, Palin."
This is it, Caramon said to himself, scowling, his sweating hand
clenching and unclenching nervously around the hilt of his sword.
"There is no easy way to say this, so I will be blunt and direct."
Justarius drew a deep breath, his face became grave and sorrowful,
touched with a shadow of fear. "We have reason to believe that the
young man's uncle-your twin brother, Raistlin-is NOT DEAD
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