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. "I don't understand. Perhaps the wise will know.
..." A tear crept down her face. "Farewell, mage. What I do
now will keep pain from us both" - bending down, she
kissed the sleeping face - "and from one who should come
into this world free of all its burdens."
Amberyl placed her hand upon the mage's temples and,
closing her eyes, began reciting words in the ancient
language. Then, tracing the name CARAMON upon the dirt
floor, she spoke the same words over it as well. Rising
hurriedly to her feet, she started to leave the cave. At the
entrance she paused. The cave was damp and chill, she
heard the mage cough. Pointing at the fire, she spoke again.
A blazing flame leaped up from the cold stone, filling the
cave with warmth and light. With a final backward glance, a
last, small sigh, Amberyl stepped out of the cave and
walked away beneath the watchful, puzzled trees of the
magical Forest of Wayreth.
Dawn glistened brightly on the new-fallen snow when
Caramon finally made his way back to the cave.
"Raist!" he called out in a frightened voice as he drew
nearer. "Raist! I'm sorry! This cursed forest!" He swore,
glancing nervously at the trees as he did so. "This . . .
blasted place
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