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. "Tas, I'm so afraid I can't even
think!"
"But it'll hold. I TOLD you: it's magic. And Raistlin
does the best magic I've ever seen. He'd never let you fall."
"Tas, the rope's not real!"
"It IS real! But - well - look! Down in the lake. There's
Caramon and Sturm - Did I tell you that Sturm wants to be
a knight? Like your father. He'll be a good one, too. He
knows that solemn old Code and Measure like he made 'em
up himself, and - "
"TAS!"
"Well, right. So if you do fall - which you won't - they
will get you. You'll be all right. Now let's go or we're going
to have an appointment with Tigo real soon!"
That last, more than any of Tas's assurances, decided
Keli. He grasped the rope, silver and gold, woven of magic
and light. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, sucked in a
lungful of air, and left the ledge.
Tas followed.
Behind them Tigo raged, a beast whose prey had
flown, wingless, from his reach, abandoning him to his
impotent anger.
*****
The air was cool and shivery by the night-dark lake.
Far over the water's black surface stars reflected and, Keli
thought, as he hunched closer to the fire, something else did
too. Ghostly light and shimmer, faintly rainbowed and
silver
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