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. "Afraid, Tanis?"
"I'd be a fool if I wasn't."
"Yes, you would be. What does it come down to, then?
Can you trust me? You'll have to answer that. For yourself
and for the others. They will do what you ask of them."
Tanis knew that this was true. It had been proved many
times before now. He looked away from the young mage to
where his friends sat near the mom-ing's dying fire.
Caramon, he thought, would not require convincing. He
trusted his twin completely. Sturm, speaking quietly with
Wren who yet rode his wrist, could be made to understand.
But Flint? There would be a problem. The old dwarf
disliked and mistrusted anything that had to do with magic.
As though he heard the half-elf's thought, Raistlin leaned
forward and spoke quietly. "Let Flint be the first. I'll do it
quickly, before he knows."
"Why?"
"If you give him a chance to argue, we could be here
until the day after tomorrow."
Tanis smiled without humor. It was true. "He'll be all
right?"
"He'll be fine. You all will be. They trust you, Tanis. Do
you trust me?"
Trust was a habit, gained slowly and lost quickly. The
habit of trusting Raistlin was still on him, despite the
unease Tanis felt now. "I trust you."
"Good
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