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. The man's attention was fixed on dragging
his struggling victim up the stairs, and he never noticed the
red-robed mage moving swiftly behind him. There was a
flash of silver, a quick thrust of the mage's hand, and the
ruffian, letting loose of the girl, clutched his ribs. Blood
welled out from between his fingers. For an instant he
stared at Raistlin in astonishment, then tumbled past him,
falling headlong down the stairs, the mage's dagger
protruding from his side.
"Raist! Help!" Caramon shouted from below. Though
he had laid three opponents low, he was locked in a vicious
battle with a fourth, his movements decidedly hampered by
a gully dwarf, who had crawled up his back and was beating
him over the head with a pan.
But Raistlin was not able to go to his brother's rescue.
The girl, weak and dizzy from her struggles, missed her step
upon the stairs and swayed unsteadily.
Letting go of his staff - which remained perfectly
upright, standing next to him as though he were holding it -
Raistlin caught the girl before she fell.
"Thank you," she murmured, keeping her head down. Her
scarf had come undone in her struggles and she tried to
wrap it around her face again. But Raist lin, with a sardonic
smile and a deft movement of his skilled hands, snatched
the scarf from the girl's head
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