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. When we told you we had signs that
Raistlin was still alive, that was all part of the ruse to bring you
here. There have been no such signs. If Raistlin lives today, it is
only in our legends. . . ."
"And our memories," Caramon muttered from the window.
"But he seemed so real!" Palin protested. He could feel the soft
black velvet beneath his fingertips; the burning touch of the
golden-skinned hands; the cool, smooth wood of the Staff of
Magius. He could hear the whispering voice, see the golden, hour-
glass eyes, smell the rose petals, the spice, the blood. . . .
Lowering his head, he shivered.
"I know," said Dalamar with a soft sigh. "But it was only
illusion. The Guardian stands before the door, the door is still
sealed. It will be, for all eternity. You never even went inside the
laboratory, much less the Abyss."
"But I saw him enter-" Caramon said.
"All part of the illusion. I alone saw through it. I helped create
it, in fact. It was designed to be very real to you, Palin. You will
never forget it. The Test is meant to judge not only your skill as a
magic-user but, more importantly, to teach you something about
yourself. You had two things to discover-the truth about your
uncle, and the truth about yourself."
KNOW THE TRUTH ABOUT YOURSELF . . . Raistlin's voice.
Palin smoothed the fabric of his white robes with his hands. "I
know now where my loyalties lie," he said softly, remembering
that bitter moment standing before the Portal
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