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. Come forward. You
awaken my hunger!"
Shoving Palin to one side, Dalamar stepped in front of him.
The white eyes glistened for an instant, then lowered in homage.
"Master of the Tower. I did not sense your presence. It has
been long since you have visited this place."
"Your vigil remains undisturbed?" Dalamar asked. "None have
tried to enter?"
"Do you see their bones upon the floors? Surely you would, if
any dared disobey your command."
"Excellent," Dalamar said. "Now, I give you a new command.
Give me the key to the lock. Then stand aside, and let us pass."
The white eyes flared open, a pale, eager light shining from
them.
"That cannot be. Master of the Tower."
"Why not?" Dalamar asked coolly. His hands folded in the
sleeves of his black robes, he glanced at Caramon as he spoke.
"Your command. Master, was to Take this key and keep it for all
eternity. Give it to no one,' you said, 'not even myself. And from
this moment on, your place is to guard this door. No one is to
enter. Let death be swift for those who try.' Thus were your words
to me, Master, and-as you see-I obey them."
Dalamar nodded his hooded head. "Do you?" he murmured,
taking a step forward. Palin caught his breath, seeing the white
eyes glow even more brightly. "What will you do if I come up
there?"
"Your magic is powerful. Master," said the spectre, the
disembodied eyes drifting nearer Dalamar, "but it can have no
effect on me
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