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"Especially," added Dunbar gravely, "since the young
man's loyalties to one particular Order have yet to be
established."
"What do you mean?" Caramon frowned. "Take the
Test? He's long way from taking the Test. And as for his
loyalties, he chose to wear the White Robes-"
"You and Mother chose that I wear the White Robes,"
Palin said evenly, his eyes avoiding his father. When only
hurt silence answered him, Palin made an irritated gesture.
"Oh, come now. Father. You know as well as I do that you
wouldn't have considered letting me study magic under any
other conditions. I knew better than to even ask!"
"But the young man must declare the allegiance that is in
his heart. Only then can he use the true power of his magic.
And he must do this during his Test," Dun-bar said gently.
"Test! What is this talk of the Test! I tell you he hasn't even
made up his mind whether or not to take the damn thing.
And if I have anything to say about it-" Caramon stopped
speaking abruptly, his gaze going to his son's face. Palin stared at
the stone floor, his cheeks flushed, his lips pressed tightly together.
"Well, never mind that," Caramon muttered, drawing a deep
breath. Behind him, he could hear his other two sons shuffling
nervously, the rattle of Tanin's sword, Sturm's soft cough. He was
acutely aware, too, of the wizards watching him, especially of
Dala-mar's cynical smile. If only he and Palin could be alone!
Caramon sighed
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