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"Teach, but not force them to march along it."
"Perhaps Riverwind could be coaxed to follow the
path," Goldmoon pointed out.
Secretly, Arrowthorn thought: He might follow quarry
down it some ways, but he'd drag it back once he'd shot it.
Aloud, he merely warned his daughter, "I would not waste
too much time on him, my daughter. Men like Riverwind
will take orders, but persuasion only brings out their
stubborn streak. More likely he will make you look
foolish."
"Is that what you discuss with Loreman and the rest
when I am not about, how his family makes us look
foolish?"
Arrowthorn would not lie, so he merely shrugged and
replied, "Among other things."
"Like what things?"
But Arrowthorn turned about to go, commanding her as
he left, "Have your hair done, replace the circlet, and go
about your other duties. They are numerous this day, aren't
they?"
As the contest time neared, Goldmoon crossed the
challenge ground, her hair and circlet now as perfect as the
rest of her appearance. All about the edges of the clearing
warriors were warming up and practicing. As they caught
sight of her, they stopped their activity and watched her
approach. The priestess kept her eyes fixed on her
destination, the weapons tent
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