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. You must hear the truth!"
Palin started, flushing at hearing his words repeated. Reaching
up, Caramon gripped his son's hand reassuringly. "We know the
truth," he growled. "That evil wizard took my brother's soul! And
you mages let him!"
"No, Caramon!" Justarius's fist clenched, his gray brows drew
together. "Raistlin made a deliberate choice to turn his back upon
the light and embrace the darkness. Fistandantilus gave him the
power to pass the Test and, in exchange, Raistlin GAVE
Fistandantilus part of his life force in order to help the liche's spirit
survive. THAT is what shattered his body-not the Test. Raistlin
said it himself, Caramon! 'This is the sacrifice I made for my
magic!' How many times did you hear him say those words!"
"Enough!" Scowling, Caramon stood up. "It was Par-Salian's
fault. No matter what evil my twin did after that, you mages
started him down the path he eventually walked." Motioning to his
sons, Caramon turned upon his heel and walked rapidly from the
chamber, heading for what he hoped (in this strange place) was the
way out.
"No!" Justarius rose unsteadily to his feet, unable to put his full
weight upon his crippled left leg. But his voice was powerful,
thundering through the chamber. "Listen and understand, Caramon
Majere! You must, or you will regret it bitterly!"
Caramon stopped. Slowly, he turned around, but only half-
way. "Is this a threat?" he asked, glaring at Justarius over his
shoulder
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