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. Nothing they did could open that door.
He knew that, somehow, and he smiled. For the first time in his
life he was doing something on his own, without father or brothers
or Master around to "help." The thought was exhilarating. Sighing
with pleasure, Palin relaxed and looked around, a tingle of joy
surging through his body.
He had heard this chamber described to him only twice-once by
Caramon and once by Tanis HalfElven. Caramon never spoke
about what had happened that day in this laboratory, the day his
twin had died. It had been only after much pleading on Palin's part
that his father had told him the story at all-and then only in brief,
halting words. Caramon's best friend, Tanis, had been more
elaborate, though there were parts of the bittersweet tale of
ambition, love, and self-sacrifice about which Tanis could not
even talk. Their descriptions had been accurate, however. The
laboratory looked just as Palin had pictured it in his dreams.
Walking slowly inside, examining every detail, Palin held his
breath in reverent awe.
Nothing and no one had disturbed the great chamber in
twenty-five years. As Dalamar had said, no living being had dared
enter it. The gray dust lay thick on the floor, no skittering mice
feet disturbed its drifted surface, as smooth and trackless as
newfallen snow. The dust sifted from the window ledges where no
spider spun its web, no bat flapped its leathery wings in anger at
being awakened
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