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. "Would they recognize
me? Perhaps not. It has been so long, after all. . . ." Well, it
did not matter. There was little they could do. Hopefully,
they would not interfere.
"I've got to get help, Raist!" she heard the big warrior
saying as she drew near. Caramon's voice sounded tense
and anguished. "You've never been this bad! Never!"
There was silence, then Caramon's voice rose again in
answer to words Amberyl could not hear.
"I don't know! Back to the inn if I have to! All I know
is that this firewood isn't going to last until morning. You
yourself tell me not to cut the trees in this forest, and they're
wet anyway. It's stopped snowing. I'll only be gone a few
hours at most. You'll be safe here. Probably a lot safer in
these accursed woods than I will." A pause, then. "No,
Raist. This time I'm doing what I think best!"
In her mind, Amberyl could almost hear the mage's
bitter curse, and she smiled to herself. The light from the
cave was obliterated for an instant by a dark shadow -
Caramon coming out. It hesitated. Could the man be having
second thoughts? The shadow half-turned, going back into
the cave.
Quickly murmuring words to herself in a language that
none on the continent of Ansalon had heard for countless
centuries, Amberyl gestured
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