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Amberyl continued to number 13.
"But, Raist! What am I supposed to say to the girl?
'Come down to our room, my brother wants you'?"
Recognizing the voice, Amberyl pressed closer against
the door, listening carefully.
"If that is all you can think of saying, then say that."
The whispering, sneering voice, barely heard above the
howling of the storm wind, sent tiny prickles of pain
through Amberyl's body. Shivering, she drew closer still. "I
don't care what you do, just bring her to me!"
Amberyl heard a shuffling sound and a deprecating
cough. "Uh, Raist, I don't know how grateful you think she's
gonna be, but from what I've seen of her - "
"Caramon," said the whispering voice, "I am weary and
sick, and I have no more patience to cope with your
stupidity. I told you to bring the girl to me. Now do so. . . ."
The voice trailed off in coughing.
There came the sound of heavy footsteps nearing the door.
Fearful of being caught listening, yet unable to leave,
Amberyl wondered frantically what to do. She had just
decided to run back to her room and hide when the door
opened.
"Name of the gods!" Caramon said in astonishment,
reaching out and catching hold of Amberyl as she shrank
backward
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