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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. I - The Magic Of Krynn
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Caramon wiped his eyes again, running his hand down over
his mouth. "The next day, I was able to go home," he said
huskily, "knowing that everything was all right. . . . For the
first time in my life, I believed in Paladine. I knew that he
understood Raistlin and judged him mercifully, accepting
his sacrifice."
"He has you there, Justarius," boomed a voice from out
of the shadows. "What do you say to faith like that?"
Looking around quickly, Caramon saw four figures
materialize out of the shadows of the vast chamber. Three
he recognized and, even in this grim place with its
storehouse of memories, his eyes blurred again, only these
were tears of pride as he looked upon his sons. The older
two, armor clanking and swords rattling, appeared
somewhat subdued, he noticed. Not unusual, he thought
grimly, considering all they had heard about the Tower both
in legend and family history. Then, too, they felt about
magic the way he himself felt-both disliked and distrusted
it. The two stood protectively, as usual, one on either side of
Car-amon's third son, their younger brother.
It was this youngest son that Caramon looked at anxiously
as they entered. Dressed in his white robes, Palin
approached the Head of the Conclave with his head bowed,
his eyes on the floor as was proper for one of his low rank
and station. Having just turned twenty, he wasn't even an
apprentice yet and probably wouldn't be until he was
twenty-five at least
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