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. Goldmoon followed behind him stiffly. She took
each step down the stairs firmly, as though she were
trodding on this Riverwind's head.
The chieftain followed his daughter, appearing
completely calm. Loreman remained up above, still
scratching away at the parchment with his quill, relating his
version of the events which had just passed.
Goldmoon entered her lodge, closing the door behind
her father. Then she whirled about, free to vent her anger
and confusion. "I do not understand how you could allow -"
"Silence!" Arrowthorn said.
Goldmoon bit back her words.
The chieftain surveyed his daughter critically. She
wore a formal robe that Tearsong, his dead wife, had also
worn, and was, but for her hair, the image of her mother.
She performed all the duties of Chieftain's Daughter
without trouble or complaint. Goldmoon was, in fact,
nearly flawless, yet Arrowthorn could never bring himself
to tell her so. Godhood was not earned by the careless.
He suppressed his pride and snapped, "Your circlet is
crooked."
Goldmoon felt her face flush crimson as her hands rose
to straighten the slender silver band on her head.
"How are young men supposed to see a goddess in you
if you do not take better care of your appearance? That
won't do
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