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. The wizard's hand went to the wounds in his
chest. How like Raistlin the young man was! Like, yet different, as
Caramon said. Different as the white moon and the black. . . . The
dark elf's thoughts were interrupted when he noticed that Caramon
had observed the conversation between his two sons, and was
taking a step toward them. Quickly, Dalamar interceded. Walking
over to Caramon, he placed his slender hand on the big man's arm.
"You have not told your children the truth about their uncle,"
Dalamar said as Caramon glanced at him.
"I've told them," Caramon retorted, his face flushing, "as much
as I thought they should know. I tried to make them see both sides
of him. . . ."
"You have done them a disservice, particularly one of them,"
Dalamar replied coldly, his glance going to Palin.
"What could I do?" Caramon asked angrily. "When the legends
started about him-sacrificing himself for the sake of the world,
daring to go into the Abyss to rescue Lady Crysania from the
clutches of the Dark Queen-what could I say? I told them how it
was, I told them the true story. I told them that he lied to Crysania.
That he seduced her in spirit, if not in body, and led her into the
Abyss. And I told them that, at the end, when she was of no more
use to him, he abandoned her to let her die alone. I told them. My
friend Tanis has told them. But they believe what they want to
believe. . . . We all do, I guess," Caramon added with an accusing
glance at Dalamar
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