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What was the angle?
Then, "No! Dougan!" Palin cried frantically, pushing
himself away from the wall. One of the women shoved him
back.
"This young man?" The dark-haired beauty suddenly
caught on. "But he is a magic-user - "
"Only a very young one," Dougan said hastily. "And he
won't use his magic, will you, Palin?" the dwarf asked,
winking at the young mage when the women weren't
looking.
"Dougan!" Palin wrenched himself free from the
woman's grasp and lurched across the floor, his knees so
weak he could barely walk. "I can't! My magic - "
"Never say 'can't,' laddie," Dougan said severely. "Didn't
your uncle teach you anything?" Once again, he winked at
Palin.
It seemed the dark-haired beauty suddenly realized
Palin's weakness, for she glanced about at her fellows and
smiled in pleased fashion. "We accept your wager," she
said.
"Dougan!" Palin said desperately, grabbing hold of the
dwarf, who was looking up at him with a sly grin.
"Dougan! I CAN'T use my magic! I don't have any! The
Graygem drained it!" he whispered urgently in the dwarf's
ear.
Dougan's face crumpled. "You don't say now, laddie,"
he muttered, glancing at the women and rubbing his
bearded chin. "That's a shame," he said sadly, shaking his
head
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