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." The burning fingers stroked the auburn hair.
Palin raised his face. "But," he said in amazement, "I am of low
rank. I haven't taken the Test-"
"You will, young one," Raistlin murmured, exhaustion plain
upon his face. "You will. And with my help, you will pass easily.
Just as I passed with the help of another . . . Hush. Don't speak
anymore. I must rest." Shivering, Raistlin clutched his tattered
robes about his frail body. "Bring me some wine and a change of
clothes or I will freeze to death. I had forgotten how damp this
place was." Leaning his head back against the cushions, Raistlin
closed his eyes, his breath rattling in his lungs.
Palin stood up slowly, casting an uneasy glance behind him.
The five heads of the dragon around the Portal still glowed, but
their colors were faded, less brilliant. Their mouths gaped open,
but no sound came out. It seemed to Palin, though, that they were
waiting, biding their time. Their ten eyes watched him, glittering
with some secret, inner knowledge. He looked inside the Portal.
The red-tinged landscape stretched into the distance. Far away,
barely discernible, he could see the wall, the pool of blood beneath
it. And above it, the dark, winged shadow. . . .
"Uncle," Palin said, "the Portal. Shouldn't we-"
"Palin," said Raistlin softly, "I gave you a command. You will
learn to obey my commands, apprentice. Do as I bid."
As Palin watched, the shadow grew darker
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