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. "I mean it's made by
gnomes. It's likely to blow up."
"If it did" - Tanin scratched his chin thoughtfully - "it
would probably blow a hole in the door."
"And us with it," Palin pointed out.
"Just you, Little Brother," Sturm said helpfully. "We'll
be down at the bottom of the stairs."
"We have to try, Palin," Tanin decided. "We have no
idea how long before the power of the Graygem takes hold
of us again. It probably won't be a big explosion," he added
soothingly. "It isn't a very big device, after all."
"No, it just takes up the whole door. Oh, very well,"
Palin grumbled. "Stand back."
The warning was unnecessary. Dougan was already
clambering down the stairs, Sturm behind him. Tanin
rounded the comer of the wall, but stopped where he could
see Palin.
Edging up cautiously on the device, Palin raised the end
of the staff over the first mirror, averting his face and
shutting his eyes as he did so. At that moment, however, a
voice came from the other side of the door.
"I believe all you have to do is turn the handle."
Palin arrested his downward jab. "Who said that?" he
shouted, backing up.
"Me," called the voice again in meek tones. "Just turn
the handle."
"You mean, the door's not locked?" Palin asked in
amazement
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