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. Caramon
remained standing, however, frowning and glancing from one
wizard to the other. Behind him, he heard the jingle of armor as his
two older boys shifted uncomfortably. This place made them
nervous, just as it did him. He wanted to turn on his heel and walk
out, never returning to the Tower that had been the scene of so
much pain and heartbreak.
By the gods, he'd do it! Let them try to stop him! Caramon
clasped the hilt of his sword and took a step backward, glancing
around at his sons. The two older boys moved to leave. Only Palin
remained standing still, a grave, thoughtful expression on his face
that Caramon could not read. It reminded him of someone though.
Caramon could almost hear Raistlin's whispering voice, "GO IF
YOU WANT TO, MY DEAR BROTHER. LOSE YOURSELF IN
THE MAGICAL FOREST OF WAYRETH AS YOU MOST
SURELY WILL WITHOUT ME. I INTEND TO REMAIN ..."
No. He would not hear his son say those words. Flushing, his
heart constricting painfully, Caramon seated himself heavily in the
chair. "Say what you have to say," he repeated.
"Almost thirty years ago, Raistlin Majere came here to take his
Test," Justarius began. "Once inside the Tower, taking his Test, he
was contacted by-"
"We know that," Caramon growled.
"Some of us do," Justarius replied. "Some of us do not." His
gaze went to Palin. "Or at least, they do not know the entire story.
The Test was difficult for Raistlin-it is difficult for all of us who
take it, isn't it?"
Dalamar did not speak, but his pale face went a shade paler,
the slanted eyes were clouded
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