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noise that had wakened his light-sleeping brother. A man dressed in armor was
walking stealthily down the hall outside their rooms. Then Caramon could see
the faint glow of candlelight beneath the door. The sound of clanking armor
came to halt, right outside their room.
Gripping his sword, Caramon motioned to his brother. Raistlin nodded and
melted back into the shadows. His eyes were abstracted. He was calling to mind
a magic spell. The twin brothers worked well together, effectively combining
magic and steel to defeat their foes.
The candlelight beneath the door wavered. The man must be shifting the candle
to his other hand, freeing his sword hand. Reaching out, Caramon slowly and
silently slid the bolt on the door. He waited a moment. Nothing happened. The
man was hesitating, perhaps wondering if this was the right room. He'll find
out soon enough, Caramon thought to himself.
Caramon flung open the door with a sudden jerk. Lunging around it, he grasped
hold of the dark figure and dragged him inside. With all the strength of his
brawny arms, the warrior flung the armor-clad man to the floor. The candle
dropped, its flame extinguishing in melted wax. Raistlin began to chant a
magic spell that would entrap their victim in a sticky web-like substance.
"Hold! Raistlin, stop!" the man shouted. Recognizing the voice, Caramon
grabbed hold of his brother, shaking him to break the concentration of his
spellcasting.
"Raist! It's Tanis!"
Shuddering, Raistlin came out of his trance, arms dropped limply to his sides.
Then he began to cough, clutching his chest.
Caramon cast an anxious glance at his twin, but Raistlin warded him away with
a wave of the hand. Turning, Caramon reached down to help the half-elf to his
feet.
"Tanis!" he cried, nearly squeezing the breath out of him with an enthusiastic
embrace. "Where have you been? We were sick with worry. By all the gods,
you're freezing! Here, I'll poke up the fire. Raist"-Caramon turned to his
brother-"are you sure you're all right?"
"Don't concern yourself with me!" Raistlin whispered. The mage sank back down
on his bed, gasping for breath. His eyes glittered gold in the flaring
firelight as he stared at the half-elf, who huddled thankfully beside the
blaze. "You better get the others."
"Right." Caramon started out the door.
"I'd put some clothes on first," Raistlin remarked caustically.
Blushing, Caramon hurried back to his bed and grabbed a pair of leather
breeches. Pulling these on, he slipped a shirt over his head, then went out
into the hallway, softly closing the door behind him. Tanis and Raistlin could
hear him knocking gently on the Plainsmen's door. They could hear Riverwind's
stern reply and Caramon's hurried, excited explanation.
Tanis glanced at Raistlin-saw the mage's strange hourglass eyes focused on him
with a piercing stare-and turned uncomfortably back to gaze into the fire.
"Where have you been, Half-Elf?" Raistlin asked in his soft, whispering voice.
Tanis swallowed nervously. "I was captured by a Dragon Highlord," he said,
reciting the answer he had prepared. "The Highlord thought I was one of his
officers, naturally, and asked me to escort him to his troops, who are
stationed outside of town. Of course I had to do as he asked or make him
suspicious. Finally, tonight, I was able to get away."