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. "Get out!" he said
again. Though the words were inaudible, his eyes spoke
them clearly, the hourglass pupils dilated with rage.
Frightened, Amberyl turned and fled. Opening the door,
she plummeted out into the hallway, crashing headlong into
Caramon and the barmaid, who were heading for another
room.
"Hey!" Caramon cried, catching Amberyl in his arms.
"What is it? What's the matter?"
"Your - your brother," Amberyl said in confusion,
hiding her face in her long hair. "He . . . he's ill. . . ."
"I warned him. . . ." Caramon said softly, his face
crumpling in worry as he heard his brother's rasping cough.
Forgetting the barmaid, who was setting up a disappointed
cry behind him, the big warrior hurried back into his room.
Amberyl ran blindly down the hall, yanked open her
door, and stumbled inside her room to stand, shivering,
against the wall in the darkness.
She may have slept. She wasn't certain. Her dreams
were too near her waking thoughts. But she'd heard a sound.
Yes, there it was again. A door slamming. Though it could
have been any one of the rooms in the inn, Amberyl knew
instinctively whose door it was.
Rising from the bed on which she'd been lying, fully
dressed, the girl opened her door a crack as a voice echoed
down the hall
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