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. Looking at you, I perceive the shadow of
another. You are young, yet there is a timelessness about
you. Who are YOU, Raistlin, that this has happened
between us?"
To her amazement, Raistlin blanched, his eyes
widening in fear, then narrowing in suspicion. "It seems we
both have our secrets." He shrugged. "And now, Amberyl, it
appears that we will never know what caused this to
happen. All that should really concern us is what must be
done to rid ourselves of this . . . this VALIN?"
Shutting her eyes, Amberyl licked her lips. Her mouth
was dry, the cave was suddenly unbearably cold. Shivering,
she tried more than once to speak.
"What?" Raistlin's voice grated.
"I ... must bear . . . your child," Amberyl said weakly,
her throat constricting.
For long moments there was silence. Amberyl did not
dare open her eyes, she did not dare look at the mage.
Ashamed and afraid, she buried her face in her arms. But an
odd sound made her look up.
Raistlin was lying back on his blankets, laughing. It
was almost inaudible laughter, more a wheeze and a
choking, but laughter nonetheless - taunting, cutting
laughter. And Amberyl saw, with pity in her heart, that its
sharp edge was directed against himself
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