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. Dad's watching us."
"Watch yourself, little brother. And him." Tanin glanced at his
father. "This will be pretty tough on him."
"I know." Palin sighed. "Believe me, I know."
Tanin hesitated. Palin saw one more lecture, one more attempt
to dissuade him in his brother's eyes.
"Please, Tanin," he said softly. "No more."
Blinking rapidly and rubbing his nose, Tanin nodded. Cuffing
his little brother on the cheek and ruffling the auburn hair, Tanin
walked across the shadowy chamber to stand near the entryway
with Sturm.
Palin watched him walk away, then, turning, he went the
opposite direction, toward the front of the great hall, to bid his
parting respects to the two wizards.
"So Dalamar has spoken to you," Justarius said as the young man
came to stand before him.
"Yes," said Palin grimly. "HE has told me the truth."
"Has he?" Dunbar asked suddenly. "Remember this, young one.
Dalamar wears the Black Robes. He is ambitious. Whatever he
does, he does because he believes it will ultimately benefit him."
"Can you two deny what he told me is true? That you are using
me as bait to trap my uncle's spirit if it still lives?"
Justarius glanced at Dunbar, who shook his head.
"Sometimes you have to look for the truth here, Palin," Dunbar
said in answer, reaching out his hand to touch Palin gently on the
chest, "in your heart."
His lip curled in derision, but Palin knew what respect he must
show two such high-ranking wizards
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