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. Gripping the Staff of Magius, Palin closed his
eyes and tried to concentrate and, as he did so, a chill
feeling clutched his heart with fingers of ice, spreading its
cold fear through his body. He shuddered, and opened his
eyes to find Tanin and Sturm regarding him anxiously.
"Palin - your face! You're as pale as death. What is it?"
"I don't know. . . ." Palin faltered, his mouth dry. "I felt
something, but what I'm not sure. It wasn't danger so much
as a lost and empty feeling, a feeling of helplessness.
Everything around me was spinning out of control. There
was nothing I could do to stop it - "
"The power of the gem," Dougan said. "You felt it,
young mage! And now you know why it must be captured
and returned to the gods for safekeeping. It escaped man's
care before, it will escape again. The gods only know," the
dwarf added sorrowfully, "what mischief it has wrecked
upon this wretched island."
Wagging his black beard, Dougan held out a trembling
hand to Tanin. "You'll help me, lads, won't you?" he asked
in heartfelt, pleading tones, so different from his usual
braggadocio that Tanin was caught off guard, his anger
punctured. "If you say no," continued Dougan, hanging his
head, "I'll understand
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