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"So proud-"
"Thank you, father!" Palin said brokenly. "There is nothing to
forgive. I understand at last-" The rest of the young mage's words
were squeezed from him by his father's hug. Then, with a clap on
the back, Caramon let his boy go and returned to staring out the
window, frowning down at the Shoikan Grove.
Turning back to Dalamar, Palin looked at the dark elf, puzzled.
"The Test," he said hesitantly. "It-it all seems so real! Yet, I'm
here. . . . Raistlin didn't kill me . . ."
"Raistlin!" Caramon glanced around in alarm, his face pale.
"Be at ease, my friend," Dalamar said, raising his slender hand.
"The Test varies for each person who takes it, Palin. For some, it is
very real and can have real and disastrous consequences. Your
uncle, for example, barely survived an encounter with one of my
kind. Justarius's Test left him crippled in one leg. But, for others,
the Test is only in the mind." Dalamar's face grew tense, his voice
quivered in remembered pain. "That, too, can have its effects.
Sometimes worse than the others . . ."
"So-it was all in my mind. I didn't go into the Abyss? My
uncle wasn't really there?"
"No, Palin," Dalamar said, regaining his composure. "Raistlin is
dead. We have no reason to believe otherwise, despite what we
told you. We do not know for certain, of course, but we believe
that the vision your father described is a true one, given to him by
Paladine to ease his grief
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