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. It was something they should have talked about
before this, he supposed. But he kept hoping. . . .
Turning his back on the wizards, he faced his youngest son.
"What . . . what other loyalty would you choose, Palin?" he asked
belatedly, trying to make amends. "You're a good person, son!
You enjoy helping people, serving others! White seems obvious..."
"I don't know whether I enjoy serving others or not," Palin
cried impatiently, losing control. "You thrust me into this role, and
look where it has gotten me! You admit yourself that I am not as
strong or skilled in magic as my uncle was at my age. That was
because he devoted his life to study! He let nothing interfere with
it. It seems to me a man must put the magic first, the world second
. . ."
Closing his eyes in pain, Caramon listened to his son's words,
but he heard them spoken by another voice-a soft, whispering
voice, a shattered voice - A MAN MUST PUT THE MAGIC FIRST,
THE WORLD SECOND. BY DOING ANYTHING ELSE, HE
LIMITS HIMSELF AND HIS POTENTIAL-
He felt a hand grasp his arm. "Father, I'm sorry," Palin said
softly. "I would have discussed it with you, but I knew how much
it would hurt you. And then there's Mother." The young man
sighed. "You know mother . . ."
"Yes," said Caramon in a choked voice, reaching out and grasping
his son in his big arms, "I know your mother." Clearing his throat,
he tried to smile. "She might have thrown something at you-she
did me once-most of my armor as I recall
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