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. If the famed Staff of
Magius were at the bottom of the Blood Sea, it could not be more
effectively lost to this world than it is now."
"There's one other thing in that laboratory," Caramon said
slowly in sudden realization. "The Portal to the Abyss. If we can't
get in the laboratory, how are we supposed to look inside the
Portal or whatever fool thing you wizards want me to do to prove
to you my twin is dead?"
Dalamar was silent, twirling the thin-stemmed wine glass in
his hand thoughtfully, his gaze abstracted. Watching him,
Caramon's face flushed red in anger. "This was a ruse! You never
meant it, any of you! What do mean, bringing us here? What do
you want of me?"
"Nothing of you, Caramon," Dalamar answered coolly.
Caramon blenched. "No!" he cried in a choked voice. "Not my
son! Damn you, wizards! I won't allow it!" Taking a step forward,
he grabbed hold of Dalamar . . . and gasped in pain. Yanking his
hand back, Caramon flexed it, rubbing his arm that felt as though
he had touched lightning.
"Father, please! Don't interfere!" begged Palin, going to his
father's side. The young man then glanced angrily at Dalamar.
"There was no need for that!"
"I warned him," Dalamar said, shrugging. "You see, Caramon,
my friend, we cannot open the door from the outside." The dark
elf's gaze went to Palin. "But there is one here for whom the door
may open from the INSIDE!"
CHAPTER SIX
FOR ME, THE GATES WILL OPEN
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