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.as behind the others,
working to catch up. And all the time, I could sense you and
mother watching me anxiously. I could hear you talking at night,
saying that maybe I'd outgrown this 'fancy.' Fancy!" Palin's voice
grew agonized. "Can't you see? The magic is my LIFE! My
LOVE!"
"No, Palin, don't say that!" Caramon cried, his voice breaking.
"Why not? Because I sound like my uncle? You never
understood him, either! You aren't intending to let me take the
Test, are you. Father?" ' Caramon stood without moving, refusing
to answer, staring grimly into the darkness.
"No," said Palin softly. "You aren't. You're going to do
everything in your power to stop me. Maybe even this!" The
young man turned to look at Dalamar suspiciously. "Maybe this is
some foul stew you and your friends here have cooked up to feed
to me so that I'll quit! It gives you all the perfect excuse! Well, it
won't work." Palin's cold gaze went from Dalamar to his father. "I
hope you choke on it!"
Stepping past the dark elf, Palin put his foot on the first step,
his eyes on the spectre above him.
"Come, Palin"-a pallid hand appeared from nowhere,
beckoning-"come closer."
"NO!" Caramon screamed in rage, jumping forward.
"I will do this, Father!" Palin took another step.
Caramon reached out his hand to grasp his son. There came a
spoken word of magic, and the big man was frozen to the stone
floor. "You must not interfere," Dalamar said sternly
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