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. . . help
. . ."
It came from beyond the curtain!
Palin closed his eyes, leaning weakly upon the staff. No! It
couldn't be! His father had been so certain. . . .
Through his closed eyelids, the young man saw another light
begin to glow, coming from in front of him. Fearfully, he opened
his eyes and saw the light radiating from around and above and
beneath the curtain. A multicolored light, it welled out in a
fearsome rainbow.
"Palin . . . help me . . ."
Palin's hand closed over the golden drawstring of its own
volition. He had no conscious thought of moving his fingers, yet
found himself holding onto the cord. Hesitating, he looked at the
staff in his hand, then glanced back behind him at the door leading
into the laboratory. The thudding had stopped, no lights flashed.
Perhaps Dalamar and his father had given up. Or perhaps the
Guardians had attacked them. . . .
Palin shivered. He should go back. Abandon this. It was too
dangerous. He wasn't a even a mage! But as the thought crossed
his mind, the light from the crystal atop the staff dimmed-or so it
seemed to him.
No, he thought resolutely. I must go on. I must know the truth!
Gripping the drawstring with a palm wet with sweat, he pulled
it hard, watching, holding his breath as the curtain slowly lifted,
rising upward in shimmering folds.
The light grew more and more brilliant as the curtain lifted,
dazzling him. Raising his hand to shade his eyes, Palin stared in
awe at the magnificent, fearful sight
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