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. He was standing in
the laboratory once more. The Portal was behind him, though he
had no clear remembrance of how he got through it, and, beside
the Portal, he saw his uncle. But Raistlin was not looking at him.
His eyes were on the Portal itself, a strange smile played on his
thin lips.
"You are right! We must close it!" Palin said suddenly,
thinking he knew his uncle's mind. "The Queen will come back
into the world-"
Raising the staff, the young man stepped forward. A slender,
golden-skinned hand closed over his arm. Its grip hurt, the touch
burned him. Catching his breath, biting his lip from the pain, Palin
looked at his uncle in confusion.
"All in good time, my dear nephew," whispered Raistlin. "All
in good time. . . ."
CHAPTER NINE
Raistlin drew the young man nearer, smiling slightly as
Palin flinched, noting the look of pain in the green eyes.
Still Raistlin held him, regarding him searchingly, studying
the features, probing the depths of his soul.
"There is much of myself in you, young one," Raistlin
said, reaching up to brush back a lock of hair that had fallen
across Palin's pale face. "More of me than of your father.
And he loves you best for that, doesn't he? Oh, he is proud
of your brothers"-Raistlin shrugged, as the young man
started to protest-"but you he cherishes, protects. . . ."
Flushing, Palin broke free of Raistlin's grip
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