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. "Yes," he said again,
"I'm ... all right. . . ."
"Thank Paladine!" groaned the voice, which Palin
recognized now as Tanin's. "By the gods, you looked so
pale, lying there, I thought you were dead!"
"I wish I was," Palin said feelingly.
"We know what you mean," said Sturm, a very subdued
and miserable Sturm, to judge by the sound.
Twisting around, Palin was able to see his brothers. If I
look as bad as they do, he thought, no wonder Tanin
believed I was dead. Both young men were pale beneath
their tan skin, their pallor had a faint greenish tinge, and
there was ample evidence on the deck below that both had
been extremely sick. Their red curls were tangled and wet
and matted, their clothes soaked. Both lay on their backs,
their hands and feet tied with rough leather thongs. Tanin
had a large bruise on his forehead and, in addition, his
wrists were cut and bleeding. He had obviously been trying
to free himself and failed.
"This is all my fault," said Tanin glumly, with another
groan as nausea welled up inside of him. "What a fool I
was, not to see this coming!"
"Don't give yourself all the credit, Big Brother," said
Sturm. "I went right along with you. We should have
listened to Palin - "
"No, you shouldn't have," Palin mumbled, closing his
eyes against the sight of the sea and sky constantly shifting
places in the porthole
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