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. Take it off. Have your women comb your hair
again before you replace it."
She was a full-grown woman of power, yet her sub jects
would be astonished to see how she shook before her
father's words.
Still, it was not easy for Arrowthorn to watch his only
child tremble with shame. He put his hand on her shoulder
and lifted her chin to bring her eyes up to his own. "It would
hardly matter in Riverwind's case. His whole family is
cursed thus."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
Arrowthorn drew in a long breath. "Wanderer,
grandfather of Riverwind, learned too much in his
wanderings. He broke pact with our gods and taught his
family to do the same."
"Is that why they are so poor?" Goldmoon asked,
remembering their shabby hut out on the plains.
"That is not important. Suffice it to say that I do not
question their loyalty, despite their peculiar beliefs."
"But, how can you not when they deny us?"
"You remember once we spoke together of those
among us who say their faith is strong, or their loyalty is
great, and yet the truth is another matter?"
Goldmoon nodded. The priesthood of the Que-shu passed
from mother to eldest daughter, but - peculiar among the
tribes of the Plains - the position of chieftain went to the
man who won the hand of the priestess
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