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. "As the Sea Wizard
said, I will serve the world and, in so doing, serve myself."
Smiling, Dalamar rose to his feet. "And now, I know you are
eager to return to your home and your family, young mage. I will
detain you no longer. I al most regret that you did not make
another choice, Palin," the dark elf said with a shrug. "I would
have enjoyed having you as my apprentice. But you will make a
worthy adversary. I am honored to have been a part of your
success." Dalamar extended his hand.
"Thank you," said Palin, flushing. Taking Dalamar's hand in
his, he clasped it gratefully. "Thank you . . . for everything."
"Yeah," mumbled Caramon, leaving the window to come stand
beside his son. He, too, gripped Dalamar's hand in his, the elf's
slender fingers completely engulfed in the big man's grip. "I-I
guess I will let you use . . . that magic of yours ... to send us back
to Solace. Tika'll be worried sick-"
"Very well," Dalamar said, exchanging smiles with Palin.
"Stand close together. Farewell, Palin. I will see you at the Tower
of Wayreth."
There came a soft knock upon the door.
Dalamar frowned. "What is it?" he asked irritably. "I gave
instructions that we were not to be disturbed!"
The door opened by itself, apparently. Two white eyes
gleamed from out of the darkness. "Forgive me, Master," said the
spectre, "but I have been instructed to give the young mage a
parting gift."
"Instructed? By whom?" Dalamar's eyes flashed
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