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In the light of the Staff he surrenders the Staff.
More brightly it bums
as it shines on the country of trials,
on the three moons balancing now,
on the night turning in on the heart of the night
creating blue light, the light of the crystal
brought forth by the hand of the warrior
out of the lineage of leopards,
the long heart of the people
remembered past memory,
but Riverwind, cold as the silence of stones,
laughs the first time
since the west has vanished,
for this is the country
he knows he has failed in winning,
for under the plains lies nothing,
and victory walks in the skins of the children
through damaging years of light.
IV
The rest of the story is known to you,
how Riverwind, bearing the staff,
returned to the People,
the darkness of stones in his eyes,
what the Chieftain ordered,
(I was there to see it
my words this time could not stop them)
what the Staff in the hand of Goldmoon accomplished.
But this you may not know:
that in the pathways of light
from the plains to the Last Home riding
she said to him, NOW ARE YOU WORTHY,
NO LONGER IN MY EYES ONLY,
BUT NOW IN THE FALCON'S EYE OF THE WORLD
FOREVER THE STORY IS WALKING FOREVER THE STORY,
But Riverwind NO, and NO again
No to the fractured light of the staff,
for caught in the light his hand was fading,
through facet and facet unto the heart of the light,
and not of this earth was the third moon rising,
and the heart of the Staff
was his naming night
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