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"Don't be long!" they heard him shout.
"Well, what do we do now?" Sturm asked, standing up
cautiously, only to fall forward with the motion of the ship.
The young man's face was decidedly green, beads of sweat
stood on his forehead.
"We get our swords," Tanin said grimly, stumbling
toward the sea chests.
"And we get out of this foul place," said Palin. He
covered his nose and mouth with the hem of his sleeve.
"We need fresh air, and I for one want to see what's going
on up there."
"Wanna bet?" Tanin mocked.
Smiling ruefully, Palin managed to make his way to the
Staff of Magius, which was still standing up against the
hull. Whether it was any magical property of the staff, or
whether just holding it gave him confidence, the young
mage felt better the moment his hand wrapped around the
smooth wood.
"Think of the danger this staff has seen and led its
masters through safely," Palin whispered to himself.
"Magius held it as he fought at Huma's side. My uncle held
it as he entered the Abyss to face the Dark Queen. This
situation probably doesn't bother it at all."
Gripping the staff in his hand, Palin started up the rope
ladder.
"Hold on there, Little Brother," Tanin said, catching
Palin's sleeve
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