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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. I - The Magic Of Krynn
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The two eyes of the spectre stared back at him un-
blinking, unmoving.
"You went in ... there," Caramon said, his brow creasing
into a frown as his gaze shifted to the sealed door as well.
"And . . . the door slammed shut! I tried to get in ... Dalamar
cast some sort of spell on it, but it wouldn't open. Then
more of those . . . those THINGS"-he gestured at the eyes
with a scowl-"came and I ... I don't remember much after
that. When I came to, I was with Dalamar in the study. . . ."
"Which is where we will return now," said a voice
behind them, "if you will honor me by sharing my
breakfast."
"The only place we're going now," said Caramon in a
stern, low voice as he turned to face the dark elf, who had
materialized behind them, "is home. And no more magic!"
he snarled, glaring at Dalamar. "We'll walk, if need be.
Neither my son nor I are ever coming back to one of these
cursed Towers again-"
Without a glance at Caramon, Dalamar walked past the
big man to Palin, who was standing silently next to his
father, his hands folded in the sleeves of his white robes, his
eyes downcast as was proper in the presence of the high-
ranking wizard.
Dalamar reached out his hands and clasped the young
man by the shoulders.
"QUITHAIN, MAGUS," the dark elf said with a smile,
leaning forward to kiss Palin on the cheek as was the elven
custom.
Palin stared at him in confusion, his face flushed
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