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. "I told you that once. Besides, I don't believe my uncle
would harm me in ... the way you say."
"You don't?" Dalamar appeared amused. His hand moved to
his chest. "Would you like to see what harm your uncle is capable
of doing?"
"No!" Palin averted his eyes, then, flushing, he added lamely,
"I know about it. I've heard the story. You betrayed him-"
"And this was my punishment." The dark elf shrugged. "Very
well. If you are determined-"
"I am."
"-then I suggest you bid farewell to your brothers-a final
farewell, if you take my meaning. For I deem it unlikely that you
will meet again in this world."
The dark elf was matter-of-fact. His eyes held no pity, no
remorse. Palin's hands twitched, his nails dug into his flesh, but he
managed to nod firmly.
"You must be careful what you say." Dalamar glanced
meaningfully at Caramon, who was walking over to Justarius.
"Your brothers mustn't suspect. HE mustn't suspect. If he knew, he
would prevent your going. Wait"-Dalamar caught hold of the
young man-"pull yourself together."
Swallowing, trying to moisten a throat that was parched and
aching, Palin pinched his cheeks to bring the color back and wiped
the sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his robe. Then, biting
his lips to keep them steady, he turned from Dalamar and walked
over to his brothers.
His white robes rustled around his ankles as he approached
them. "Well, brothers," he began, forcing himself to smile as his
brothers turned to face him, "I'm always standing on the porch of
the Inn, waving good-bye to you two, going off to fight something
or other
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