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. "You don't know what's up there. You
admitted yourself you weren't feeling up to spellcasting.
Why don't you let Sturm and me go ahead?"
Palin stopped, looking at Tanin in pleased astonishment.
His older brother had not ordered him, as he would have
done earlier. He could almost hear him, "Palin, you fool!
You wait below. Sturm and I will go first." Tanin had
spoken to him respectfully, presented his argument
logically, and then left it up to Palin to decide.
"You're right, Tanin," Palin said, stepping back away
from the ladder - only it was back a little farther than he had
intended as the swaying ship threw him off balance once
again. Sturm caught hold of him and the three stood,
waiting for the ship to right itself. Then, one by one, they
climbed up the rope ladder.
Sturm's strong hand hauled Palin up on deck.
Thankfully, the young mage breathed the fresh air, blinking
in the bright sunlight and doing his best to ignore the
throbbing in his head. His eyes were just adjusting to the
glare when he heard the roaring behind him - a frightful
sound, a combination of howling, shrieking, creaking, and
hissing. The deck below his feet thrummed and shivered.
Alarmed, he started to turn and face whatever horrible beast
was attacking when he heard Tanin cry, "Palin, look out!"
His brother's weight struck Palin, knocking him off his feet
and onto the deck just as Something dark and awful
thundered overhead with a wild flapping noise
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