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. Just listen to yourself."
"And what's THAT supposed to mean, my brother?"
Palin scoffed. "Something wise that suddenly struck you?
Did a brain finally make an appearance through all that
muscle?"
He leered mockingly at Tanin, expecting - no, HOPING
that his brother would become angry and try to stop him.
Then I'll REALLY show him a trick or two! Palin thought.
Just like my uncle showed my father . . .
But Tanin just stood there, regarding him gravely. "I - I
- Name of the gods!" Palin faltered, putting his hand to his
head. His cruel words came back to him. "Tanin, I'm sorry!
I don't know what's come over me." Turning, he saw
Sturm, hanging helplessly in the air. "Sturm!" Palin
snapped his fingers. "I'm sorry! I'll let you go - "
"Palin, don't - !" Sturm began wildly, but it was too late.
The spell broken, the young man fell to the floor with a
yell and a crash, to be instantly surrounded by cooing and
clucking women. It was a few moments before Sturm made
his appearance again, his red hair tousled, his face flushed.
Getting to his feet, he pushed the women aside and limped
toward his brothers.
"I was wrong," Palin said, shivering. "I understand now.
These women ARE being held in thrall
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