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. He had to concentrate! To put
this out of his mind. He must make fear serve him! Not master
him. There was a chance, after all, that he might close the Portal
before his uncle . . . before . . .
"Paladine, help me," said Palin, his gaze going to the silvery
light gleaming atop the staff with steadfast, unwavering brilliance
in the shadowy darkness.
"Palin!" Raistlin shouted harshly. "I warn you-"
Lightning crackled from Raistlin's fingertips. But Palin kept
his eyes upon the staff. Its light grew brighter, shining with a
radiance whose beauty and clarity eased Palin's last fears.
"Paladine," he murmured.
The name of the god mercifully obliterated the sound of
magical chanting Palin heard rising behind him.
The pain was swift, sudden . . . and soon over.
CHAPTER TEN
Raistlin stood alone in the laboratory, leaning upon the
Staff of Magius. The light of the staff had gone out. The
archmage stood in darkness as thick as the dust that lay,
undisturbed, upon the stone floor, upon the spellbooks,
upon the chair, upon the drawn, heavy curtain of purple
velvet.
' Almost as deep as the darkness was the silence of the
place.
Raistlin stilled his breathing, listening to the silence. The
sound of no living being disturbed it-neither mouse nor
bat nor spider- for no living being dared enter the
laboratory, guarded by those whose vigilance would last
unto the end of the world and beyond
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