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. "I can't do that. You heard Justarius. They won't
let me take my Test or even keep on studying until we know
for certain that Raistlin is ... is ..."
"Don't take the Test," Dalamar said swiftly. "Give up
your studies. Go home. Be content with what you are."
"No!" Palin said angrily. "What do you take me for? Do
you think I'd be happy entertaining at country fairs, pulling
rabbits out of hats and golden coins out of fat men's ears? I
want more than that!"
"The price of such ambition is great, as your uncle
discovered."
"And so are the rewards!" Palin returned. "I have made
up my mind . . ."
"Young one"-Dalamar leaned close to the young man,
placing his cold hand upon Palin's arm. His voice dropped
to a whisper so soft that Palin wasn't certain he heard its
words spoken or in his mind- "why do you think they are
sending you-truly?" His gaze went to Justarius and
Dunbar, who were standing apart, conferring together. "To
somehow enter the Portal and find your uncle-or what's
left of him? No"-Dalamar shook his head-"that is
impossible. The room is locked, one of the Guardians stands
constant watch with instructions to let no one in, to kill any
who tries. THEY know that, just as they KNOW Raistlin
lives! They are sending you to the Tower-HIS Tower-for
one reason. Do you know the old legend about using a
young goat to net a dragon?"
Staring at Dalamar in disbelief, Palin's face suddenly
drained of all color
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