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. Looks like it's my turn now."
Palin saw Tanin and Sturm exchange swift, alarmed glances
and he choked. The three were close, they knew each other inside
out. How can I fool them? he thought bitterly. Seeing their faces,
he knew he hadn't.
"My brothers," Palin said softly, reaching out his hands.
Clasping hold of both of them, he drew them near. "Don't say
anything," he whispered. "Just let me go! Father wouldn't
understand. It's going to be hard enough for him as it is."
"I'm not sure I understand," Tanin began severely.
"Oh, shut up!" Sturm muttered. "So we don't understand. Does
it matter? Did our little brother blubber when you went off to your
first battle?" Putting his big arms around Palin, he hugged him
tightly. "Good-bye, kid," he said. 'Take care of yourself and ... and
... don't be gone . . . long. . . ." Shaking his head, Sturm turned and
walked hurriedly away, wiping his eye and muttering something
about "those damn spell components make me sneeze!"
But Tanin, the oldest, remained standing beside his brother,
staring at him sternly. Palin looked up at him pleadingly, but
Tanin's face grew grim. "No, little brother," he said. "You're going
to listen."
Dalamar, watching the two closely, saw the young warrior put his
hand on Palin's shoulder. He could guess what was being said. The
dark elf saw Palin drawn away, shaking his head stubbornly, the
young man's features hardening into an impassive mask that
Dalamar knew well
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