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. It was
offering Palin anything, everything he wanted. Images
flashed into his head. He saw himself as Head of the Order
of White Robes, he saw himself ruling the Conclave of
Wizards. HE was driving the evil dragons back into the
Abyss! HE was doing battle with the Dark Queen. All he
had to do was kill the dwarf. . . .
Kill a god? he asked in disbelief.
I will grant you the power! the Graygem answered.
Looking around, Palin saw Sturm's body bathed in
sweat, his eyes wild, his fists clenched. Even Tanin, so
strong and unbending, was staring straight ahead, his skin
pale, his lips tight, seeing some vision of glory visible only
to himself.
Dougan stood in the center of the pentagram, watching
them, not saying a word.
Palin held fast to the staff, nearly sobbing in his
torment. Pressing his cheek against the cool wood, he heard
words forming in his mind. ALL MY LIFE, I WAS MY OWN
PERSON. THE CHOICES I MADE, I MADE OF MY OWN
FREE WILL. I WAS NEVER HELD IN THRALL BY
ANYONE OR ANYTHING; NOT EVEN THE QUEEN OF
DARKNESS HERSELF! BOW TO OTHERS IN
REVERENCE AND RESPECT, BUT NEVER IN SLAVERY,
NEPHEW!
Palin blinked, looking around as though awaking from a
daze. He wasn't conscious of having heard the words, but
they were in his heart, and he had the strength now to know
their worth
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