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The young man's face was pale and thoughtful, the slender
hands twisted together in his lap. So lost in his thoughts was he
that his lips moved and, though he did not speak aloud, one other
person in the room heard the words.
"Why have they brought me here? Can they read the secrets of
my heart? Will they tell my father?"
And, finally, "How can I hurt him, who has suffered so much
already?"
Nodding to himself as if he had found the answer to some
unasked question, Dunbar sighed and turned his complete attention
back to fighting minotaurs.
CHAPTER THREE
"You're wrong," said Caramon calmly. "My brother is dead"
Raising his eyebrows, Justarius glanced at Dalamar, who just
shrugged. Of all the reactions they had been prepared for, this
calm refutal by the warrior-turned-innkeeper had not been one of
them, apparently. His expression grave, seeming uncertain what to
say, Justarius looked back at Caramon.
"You talk as though you have proof."
"I have," said Caramon.
"May I ask what?" Dalamar inquired sarcastically. "The Portal
to the Abyss closed, after all-closed WITH YOUR BROTHER'S
HELP-leaving him trapped on the other side." The dark elf's
voice dropped. "Her Dark Majesty would not kill him. Raistlin
prevented her entry into this world. Her rage would know no
bounds. She would take delight in tormenting him eternally.
DEATH would have been Raistlin's salvation-"
"And so it was," said Caramon softly
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