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. I spent half the night chasing after some
wretched firelight that vanished when the sun came up. Are
- are you all right?" Frightened, wet, and exhausted,
Caramon stumbled through the snow, listening for his
brother's answer, cough . . . anything.
Hearing nothing from within the cave but ominous
silence, Caramon hurried forward, tearing the blanket from
the entrance in his desperate haste to get inside.
Once there, he stopped, staring about him in
astonishment.
A comfortable, cheery fire burned brightly. The cave
was as warm - warmer - than a room in the finest inn. His
twin lay fast asleep, his face peaceful, as though lost in
some sweet dream. The air was filled with a springlike
fragrance, as of lilacs and lavendar.
"I'll be a gully dwarf," Caramon breathed in awe,
suddenly noticing that the fire was burning solid rock.
Shivering, the big man glanced around. "Mages!" he
muttered, keeping a safe distance from the strange blaze.
"The sooner we're out of this weird forest the better, to my
mind. Not that I'm not grateful," he added hastily. "Looks
like you wizards saved Raist's life. I just wonder why it was
necessary to send me on that wild-swimmingbird chase."
Kneeling down, he shook his brother by the shoulder
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