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. The mage had put
up barriers around his soul.
Too late! she thought in despair. Too late. . . .
"What have you done to me?" Raistlin asked, still not
moving. "What spell have you cast upon me? Name it, that I
may know how to break it."
Amberyl looked down, unable to stand the gaze of those
strange eyes a moment longer. "No - no spell," she
murmured, twisting the scarf round and round. "I - I am not.
. . not magi... as surely you can tell - "
"Damn you!" Raistlin slid out of the chair with the speed
of a striking snake. Hurling the mug to the floor, he grabbed
hold of Amberyl's wrists and dragged her to her feet.
"You're lying! You have done something to me! You
invaded my being! You LIVE inside me! All I can think of
is you. All I see in my mind is your face. I cannot
concentrate! My magic eludes me! What have you done,
woman?"
"You're hurting me!" Amberyl cried softly, twisting her
arms in his grasp. His touch burned. She could feel an
unnatural warmth radiate from his body, as though he were
being consumed alive by some inner fire.
"I will hurt you much worse than this," Raistlin hissed,
drawing her nearer, "if you do not tell me what I ask!"
"I - I can't explain!" Amberyl whispered brokenly,
gasping as Raistlin tightened his grip
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