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. "A mage?" he said wonderingly, shaking
hands.
Dunbar laughed. "Exactly your sons' reaction. Yes, I've been
visiting with your boys instead of doing my duty here, I'm afraid.
Fine lads. The oldest two have been with the Knights, I
understand, fighting mino-taurs near Kalaman. We came close to
meeting there, that's what kept me so long." He glanced in apology
at Justarius. "My ship was in Palanthas for repairs to damage taken
fighting those same pirates. I am a Sea Wizard," Dunbar added by
way of explanation, noticing Caramon's slightly puzzled look. "By
the gods, but your boys take after you!" He laughed, and, reaching
out, shook Caramon's hand again.
Caramon grinned back. Everything would be all right, now that
these wizards understood about Raistlin. He could take his boys
and go home.
Caramon suddenly became aware that Dunbar was regarding
him intently, almost as if he could see the thoughts in his mind.
The wizard's face grew serious. Shaking his head slightly, Dunbar
turned and walked across the chamber with rapid, rolling strides,
as though on the deck of his ship, to take his seat to the right of
Justarius.
"Well," said Caramon, fumbling with the hilt of his sword, his
confidence shaken by the look on the wizard's face. All three were
staring at him now, their expressions solemn. Caramon's face
hardened in resolve. "I guess that's that," he said coldly. "You've
heard what I've had to say about
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