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Fast friends . . . firm friends, like his father and his father's
friend ... old Flint, the dwarf ... He went back to his chair,
only there seemed to be four chairs now, instead of just one.
Picking one, Palin sat down, missed and would have ended
up on the floor if Tanin hadn't caught him. He drank
another mug, watching his brothers and his new friend with
tears of affection streaming down his face.
"I tell you, lads" - Dougan's voice seemed to Palin to
come from a long distance away - "I love you like my own
sons. And I must say I think you've had a wee bit more to
drink than you can handle."
"Naw!" Sturm cried indignantly, pounding his hand on
the table.
"We can keep up with you," Tanin muttered, breathing
heavily, his face beefy red.
"Damnrigh'," said Palin, striking the table - or he would
have if the table hadn't suddenly and unaccountably leaped
out of the way.
And then Palin was lying on the floor, thinking this was
an interesting place to be, much safer than up there in four
chairs, with tables jumping. . . . Glancing around blearily,
he saw his staff on the floor beside him. Reaching out, he
caressed it lovingly.
"SHIRAK!" he slurred, and the crystal atop the staff burst
into light
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