Friday, April 13, 2012
I don't think so.
"Even you?" Par was incensed. "For goodness sake. Coil-
he wouldn't even speak with you!''
Coil shook his head and held his gaze steady. "The truth is,
Par, we never spoke much as it was. You were the one he cared
about, because you were the one with the magic."
The Scions of Shannara 117
Par looked at him and said nothing. Walker's exact words, he
thought. He was just fooling himself when he tried to equate
Coil's relationship with their uncle to his own. It had never been
the same.
He frowned. "There is still the matter of the dreams. Why
doesn't he share my curiosity about them? Doesn't he want to
know what Allanon has to say?"
Coil shrugged. "Maybe he already knows. He seems to know
what everyone is thinking most of the time."
Par hesitated. He hadn't considered that. Was it possible his
uncle had already determined what the Druid would tell them at
the Hadeshom? Could he read the mind of a shade, a man three
hundred years dead?
He shook his head. "No, I don't think so. He would have
said something more than he did about the reason for the dreams.
He spent all of his time dismissing the matter as one more in-
stance when the Ohmsfords would be used by the Druids; he
didn't care what the reason was.''
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