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.Beneath the dust he could discern dark splotches on the fabric—as though it had, long ago, been stained with blood.In his concern for his uncle, Palin thought little of it.Raistlin sank down into the chair, choking, coughing into a soft, white cloth that Palin drew from his own robes and handed to him.Then, leaning the staff carefully against the wall, the young man knelt beside his uncle."Is there something I can do? Something I can get for you? That herbal mixture you drank." His glance went to the jars of herbs on a shelf."If you tell me how to fix it—" Raistlin shook his head."In time…" he whispered as the spasm eased."In time, Palin." He smiled wearily, his hand reaching out to rest on the young man's head."In time.I will teach you that… and so much more! How they have wasted your talent! What did they tell you, young one? Why did they bring you here?"Palin bowed his head.The touch of those slender fingers excited him, yet he caught himself cringing, squirming beneath their burning caress."I came—They said… you would try… to take…" He swallowed, unable to continued."Ah, yes.Of course.That is what those idiots would think.I would take your body as Fistandantilus tried to take mine.What fools! As if I would deprive the world of this young mind, of this power.The two of us… There will be two of us, now.I make you my apprentice, Palin." The burning fingers stroked the auburn hair.Palin raised his face."But," he said in amazement, "I am of low rank.I haven't taken the Test—""You will, young one," Raistlin murmured, exhaustion plain upon his face."You will.And with my help, you will pass easily, just as I passed with the help of another… Hush.Don't speak anymore.I must rest." Shivering, Raistlin clutched his tattered robes about his frail body."Bring me some wine and a change of clothes, or I will freeze to death.I had forgotten how damp this place was." Leaning his head back against the cushions, Raistlin closed his eyes, his breath rattling in his lungs.Palin stood slowly, casting an uneasy glance behind him.The five heads of the dragon around the portal still glowed, but their colors were faded, less brilliant.Their mouths gaped open, but no sound came out.It seemed to Palin, though, that they were waiting, biding their time.Their ten eyes, glittering with some secret, inner knowledge, watched him.He looked inside the portal.The red-tinged landscape stretched into the distance.Far away, barely discernible, he could see the wall, the pool of blood beneath it.And above it, the dark, winged shadow…"Uncle," Palin said, "the portal.Shouldn't we—?""Palin," said Raistlin softly, "I gave you a command.You will learn to obey my commands, apprentice.Do as I bid."As Palin watched, the shadow grew darker.Like a cloud covering the sun, the wings cast a chill of fear over his soul.He started to speak again, but at that moment glanced back at Raistlin.His uncle's eyes appeared to be closed, but Palin caught a slit of gold gleaming beneath the lids, like the eyes of a lizard.Biting his lower lip, the young man turned hastily away.He took hold of the staff, used its light to search the laboratory for that which his uncle had requested.Dressed once more in soft black velvet robes, Raistlin stood before the portal, sipping a glass of elven wine that Palin had discovered in a carafe far back in a corner of the laboratory.The shadow over the land within had now grown so dark that it seemed night had fallen over the Abyss.But no stars shone, no moons lit that dread darkness.The wall was the only object visible, and it glowed with its own horrid light.Raistlin stared at it, his face grim, his eyes haunted by pain."Thus she reminds me of what will happen should she catch me, Palin," he said."But, no, I am not going back." Looking around, the archmage glanced at the young man.Raistlin's eyes glittered within the depths of his black hood."I had twenty-five years to consider my mistakes.Twenty-five years of unbearable agony, of endless torment… My only joy, the only thing that gave me strength to meet each morning's torture was the shadow of you I saw in my mind.Yes, Palin"—smiling, Raistlin reached out and drew the young man nearer—"I have watched you all these years.I have done what I could for you.There is a strength—an inner strength—in you that comes from me! A burning desire, a love for the magic! I knew, one day, you would seek me out to learn how to use it.I knew they would try to stop you.But they could not.Everything they did to prevent your coming must only bring you closer.Once in here, I knew you would hear my voice.You would free me.And so I made my plans…""I am honored that you take this interest in me," Palin began.His voice broke, and he cleared his throat nervously."But you must know the truth.I—I didn't seek you out to… to gain power.I heard your voice, pleading for help, and I—I came because…""You came out of pity and compassion," Raistlin said with a twisted smile."There is still much of your father in you.That is a weakness that can be overcome.As I told you, Palin.Speak the truth—to yourself.What did you feel upon entering this place? What did you feel when you first touched the staff?"Palin tried to look away from his uncle.Though the laboratory was chill, he was sweating beneath his robes.Raistlin held him tightly, however, forcing the young man to look into the golden, glittering eyes.And there see a reflection of himself… Was what he said true? Palin stared at the image in the archmage's eyes.He saw a young man, dressed in robes whose color was indeterminate, now white, now red, now darkening.The arm Raistlin held jerked spasmodically within the archmage's grasp.He can feel my fear, Palin realized, trying to control the tremors that shook his body.Is it fear? the golden eyes asked.Is it fear? Or exultation?Palin saw the staff he held in his hand reflected in those eyes.He stood within the pool of its bright light.The longer he held the staff, the more he could sense the magic within it—and within himself.The golden eyes shifted in their gaze slightly, and Palin followed them.He saw the black-bound spellbooks standing upon the shelf [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]