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. Yes, Palin"-smiling, Raistlin reached
out and drew the young man nearer-"I have watched you all
these years. I have done what I could for you. There is a
strength-an inner strength-in you that comes from me! A
burning desire, a love for the magic! I knew, one day, you would
seek me out to leam how to use it. I knew THEY would try to stop
you. But they could not. Everything they did to prevent your
coming must only bring you closer. Once in here, I knew you
would hear my voice. You would free me. And so I made my
plans . . ."
"I am honored that you take this interest in me," Pa-lin began.
His voice broke, and he cleared his throat nervously. "But you
must know the truth. I-I didn't seek you out to ... to gain power. I
heard your voice, pleading for help, and I-I came because . . ."
"You came out of pity and compassion," Raistlin said with a
twisted smile. "There is still much of your father in you. That is a
weakness that can be overcome. As I told you, Palin. Speak the
truth-to yourself. What did you feel upon entering this place?
What did you feel when you first touched the staff?"
Palin tried to look away from his uncle's gaze. Though the
laboratory was chill, he was sweating beneath his robes. Raistlin
held him tightly, however, forcing the young man to look into the
golden, glittering eyes.
And there see a reflection of himself. . . . Was what he said
true? Palin stared at the image in the arch-mage's eyes
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