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Riverwind shifted his eyes from the daughter to the
father. Goldmoon's breath caught in her throat at his daring
and pride. Yet the warrior's blue eyes showed not a hint of
nervousness. Calmly, but with enough volume to carry to
the tribe below, he replied, "I am a warrior, and my
swordarm will be a strength to my people. Although I do
not worship as you do, you have my loyalty. I, too, desire a
safe journey for my Chieftain's Daughter. Today's games
will prove my worth."
Riverwind glanced away from Arrowthorn, capturing
Goldmoon's own reluctant gaze. He smiled ever so slightly.
Goldmoon quickly shifted her focus out across the plains.
What she had seen in those eyes in that brief instant caused
her to shiver despite the golden heat of the sun. It was the
look of a hunter stalking his prey.
"Well said," Arrowthorn stated, then he turned to the
waiting crowd. "Let the games begin."
Goldmoon stood stunned, not seeing the men before her
or the plains spread out around her. She could not believe
what she had just heard. How could her father give his
approval to this arrogant, rebellious peasant? And how dare
he circumvent her will? He might be her father, but SHE
was the priestess!
The warriors filed from the altar, Riverwind at the end
of the line
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