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Now I will get to see it, perhaps even hold it! Palin shivered in
delicious anticipation at the thought. And what else will we find in
the laboratory? he wondered. What will we see when we look into
the Portal?
"All will be as my father said," Palin whispered, feeling a
momentary pang. "Raistlin is at rest. It must be! Father would be
hurt, so terribly hurt otherwise. . . ."
If Palin's heart was whispering other words, the young man
ignored them. His uncle was dead. His father had said so. Nothing
else was possible, nothing else was to be wished for. . . .
"Stop!" hissed Dalamar, his hand closing about Palin's arm.
Starting, Palin halted. He had been so lost in his thoughts, he had
scarcely noticed where he was. Now he saw that they had come to
a large landing, located directly below the laboratory door.
Looking up the short flight of stairs that led to it, Palin drew in his
breath with a gasp. Two cold, white eyes stared at them out of the
darkness-eyes without a body, unless the darkness itself was their
flesh and blood and bone. Falling back a step, Palin stumbled into
Dalamar.
"Steady, young one," the dark elf commanded, supporting
Palin. "It is the Guardian."
Behind them, the torchlight wavered. "I remember them,"
Caramon said hoarsely. "They can kill you with a touch!"
"Living beings," came the spectre's hollow voice, "I smell your
warm blood, I hear your hearts beating
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