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surprise.
"Can you show me some?" "You mean, do magic?"
"Yes."
Randal shook his head. "I can't."
"What do you mean, you can't? Didn't you learn
anything in three years?"
"More than I wanted to," said Randal. "I'll
tell you all about it someday, but not now."
He gave a quick, involuntary shudder. Just the
memory of the last time he'd worked magic-in Master
Laerg's demon-filled tower room, crowded with
scaly horrors seeking to drink his blood-was enough
to make his mouth go dry. He reached out for the leather
bottle of water, and felt "his wrist caught in
Walter's muscular grip.
He didn't resist as his cousin turned the hand,
palm upward. "That's quite a scar," said Walter,
after a few seconds. "How did you get it?"
"I grabbed the wrong end of a sword."
Walter laughed. "Sure you did. After all of
Sir Palamon's training! That's a good one,
Randy ... you grabbed the wrong end of a"
Then Randal saw his cousin's amusement start to fade
as Walter got a closer look at the red,
slanting scar.
"You're not joking, are you?" said Walter
quietly. "That's recent, too. Do you want
to tell me about
"No." "Randal," said Walter, "whatever
happened,
you're still family. Is there somebody I'm going to have
to kill for this?"
"No," said Randal again. He pulled his hand away
and closed his fist to hide the scar. "He's already
dead."
Walter gave him a long, considering look. "I
see. And what about you? Are you going somewhere, or are
you just drifting about?"
That, at least, Randal could answer. "I'm heading for
Tattinham, and from there about a day's journey into the
mountains. There's someone I have to find up there."
"That's wonderful!" Walter seemed genuinely
pleased. "We can travel together for a few days."
Randal fingered the cut on his cheek and gave his
cousin a doubtful glance. "Will you be going with those ...
with the others?"
"Why, yes, I suppose I will. Safety in
numbers ... oh, I see your problem." Walter
frowned. "We'll have to tell them you're my
squire. They'll never suspect you were the boy they