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. But her aim is terrible,
especially when it's someone she loves. . . ."
Caramon couldn't go, but stood holding his son. Looking over
his shoulder at the wizards, he asked harshly, "Is this necessary,
right now? Let us go home and talk about it. Why can't we wait-"
"Because this night there is a rare occurrence," Justa-rius
answered. "The silver moon, the black, and the red are all three in
the sky at the same time. The power of magic is stronger this night
than it has been in a century. If Raistlin has the ability to call upon
the magic and escape the Abyss-it could be on a night like this."
Caramon bowed his head, his hand stroking his son's auburn
hair. Then, his arm around Palin's shoulder, he turned to face the
wizards, his face grim.
"Very well," he said huskily, "what do you want us to do?"
"You must return with me to the Tower in Palan-thas," said
Dalamar. "And there, we will attempt to enter the Portal-"
"The Tower? Let us ride as far as the Shoikan Grove with you.
Father," Tanin pleaded.
"Yes!" added Sturm eagerly. "You'll need us, you know you
will. The road to Palanthas is open, the Knights see to that, but
we've had reports from Porthios of draconian parties, lying in
ambush-"
"I am sorry to disappoint you, warriors," said Dalamar, a slight
smile upon his lips, "but we will not be using the roads between
here and Palanthas. Conventional roads, that is," he amended
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