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"Ahhh!" he breathed, blinking back his tears and wiping his
mouth with the end of his beard.
"Hear, hear," cried both Sturm and Tanin, raising their
mugs. "A drink to our brother, the mage!" They, too,
drained their mugs, not quite as fast as the dwarf, but
without stopping for breath.
"Thank you," said Palin, deeply moved. Cautiously, he
took another gulp. The effect wasn't so awful the second
time. In fact, it was pleasurable. Palin took another drink,
then another, and finally drained the mug. Setting it down
on the table amid cheers from his brothers and Dougan, the
young man felt warm and good all over. His blood tingled
in his veins. Tanin was looking at him with approval and
pride, Sturm was filling his mug again. Dougan downed
two more mugs in a row, Sturm and Tanin drank theirs, and
then it was Palin's turn. He lifted the mug to his lips. . . .
Palin was smiling and he couldn't quit smiling. He loved
Tanin and Sturm better than anyone else in the world, and
he told them so, until he broke down and cried on Sturm's
broad shoulder. But no! There was someone else he loved -
that was the dwarf. He staggered to his feet and went round
the table to shake the dwarfs hand. He even made a speech
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