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. It
wasn't his fault, after all. It was that damned lummox,
Caramon Majere.
One fine day not many years before, when Flint had been
waiting in Solace for Tanis to return from a trip to
Qualinesti, Tasslehoff Burrfoot proposed that Sturm, Raist-
lin, Caramon, and Flint take a ride on Crystalmir Lake in a
boat the kender had "found." They set out on the lake, and
everyone was having a grand time until Caramon tried to
catch a fish by hand. He leaned out too far, tilting the boat
and sending everyone into the water.
Raistlin, always the clever one, had bobbed up beneath
the overturned boat and was quite safe in the air pocket it
formed. His oafish twin brother did not fare so well, sinking
like a stone. Sturm and Tas, both fearless, strong swimmers,
soon righted the boat and Raistlin with it, while it was left to
Flint to try to rescue Caramon.
The three in the boat waited eagerly for Flint and Cara-
mon, but all they saw was a immense amount of splashing
and gurgling, and then the water became ominously silent.
Frightened, both Tas and Sturm plunged back into the wa-
ter; the knight hauled Caramon, coughing, into the boat
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