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Both the young men looked confused. Glancing warily at the
dark elf, Tanin frowned as though he suspected a trick.
Palin patted Tanin's arm. "He means magic, my brother. Before
you and Sturm reach the front entry-way, Father and I will be
standing in Dalamar's study in the Tower of High Sorcery in
Palanthas-the Tower my uncle claimed as his own," he added
softly. Palin had not meant anyone to hear his last words, but-
glancing around-he caught Dalamar's intense, knowing gaze.
"Yes, that's where we'll be," muttered Caramon, his face
darkening at the thought. "And you two will be on your way
home," he added, eyeing his older sons sternly. "You have to tell
your mother-"
"I'd rather face ogres," said Tanin gloomily.
"Me, too," Caramon said with a grin that ended in a sigh.
Leaning down suddenly to make certain his pack was cinched
tightly, he kept his face carefully in the shadows. "Just make
certain she's not standing where she can get hold of the crockery,"
he said, keeping his voice carefully light.
"She knows me. She's been expecting this. In fact, I think she
knew when we left," Palin said, remembering his mother's tender
hug and cheery smile as she stood at the door to the Inn, waving at
them with an old towel. Glancing behind him as they had been rid-
ing out of town, Palin recalled seeing that towel cover his mother's
face, her friend Dezra's arms going around her comfortingly
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