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But the figure shook its head, making an almost im-
perceptible movement with one of its slender hands as
though saying, "Not now!"
Palin realized suddenly that he was standing out in the
open, alone in the Abyss, with nothing to protect him but
the Staff of Magius-a magical staff whose magic he had
no idea how to use. The undead, intent upon their struggling
captive, had not noticed him yet, but it would only be a
matter of time. Frightened and frustrated, Palin looked
about hopelessly for some place to hide. To his amazement,
a thick bush sprang up out of nowhere, almost as if he had
summoned it into being.
Without stopping to think why or how it was there, the
young man ducked swiftly behind the bush, covering the
crystal on the staff with his hand in an attempt to keep its
light from giving him away. Then he peered out cautiously
into the pinkish, burning land.
The undead had hauled their captive to the wall that stood
in the middle of the sand. Manacles appeared on the wall at
a spoken word of command. Hoisting their captive up into the
air with their incredible strength, the undead fastened Raistlin to
the wall by his wrists. Then, with mocking bows, they left him
there, hanging from the wall, his black robes stirring in the hot
breeze.
Rising to his feet, Palin started forward again when a dark
shadow fell across his vision, blinding him more completely than
the brilliant light, filling his mind and soul and body with such
terror and fear that he could not move
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