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. The
words the elf had spoken tumbled about in his mind,
making little sense. He spoke some elven, learned from his
father's friend, Tanis. But, after all that had happened to
him, the language went right out of his head. Frantically, he
struggled to remember, for Dalamar was standing in front of
him, looking at him, grinning.
"QUITHAIN . . ." Palin repeated to himself. "Means . . .
congratulations. Congratulations, MAGUS..."
He gasped, staring at Dalamar in disbelief.
"What does it mean?" demanded Caramon, glaring at the
dark elf. "I don't understand-"
"He is one of us now, Caramon," said Dalamar quietly,
taking hold of Palin's arm and escorting him past his father.
"His trials are over. He has completed the Test."
"We are sorry to have put you through this again, Caramon,"
Dalamar said to the big warrior. Seated opposite the ornately
carved desk in the dark elf's luxuriously appointed study, Caramon
flushed, his brow still lined with the signs of his concern and fear
and anger.
"But," Dalamar continued, "it was fast becoming apparent to
all of us that you would do your best to prevent your son from
taking the Test."
"Can you blame me?" Caramon asked harshly. Rising to his
feet, he walked over to the large window, staring out into the dark
shadows of the Shoikan Grove below him.
"No," said Dalamar. "We could not blame you. And so we
devised this way of tricking you into it
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