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. Thus, while all eyes were on
her, it was she alone who saw a man crawl out from beneath
the canvas near the rear of the tent.
Goldmoon's brow furrowed upon recognizing the
intruder. It was Hollow-sky, son of Loreman. The historian
was a man of wealth and influence in the tribe;
his family had kept the records of the Que-shu for many
generations. Goldmoon knew that he had been one of her
mother's suitors, but it was impossible for the priestess to
imagine Tearsong choosing him over Arrowthorn. His
stature was only average, his frame wiry, and the features of
his face - though considered handsome and refined by many
women - were so pale and ill-defined that Goldmoon
sometimes felt sorry for him. He faded into the background
beside her father's strongly masculine and still hearty form.
Loreman wasn't half the warrior her father was, he was
arrogant and tight with his money, and he lost his temper or
brooded when he did not get his way. After Tearsong died,
he had argued constantly with her father about the
management of the tribe. Yet Lore-man's son Hollow-sky
was among the few men Arrowthorn had judged fit
company for his daughter in her childhood.
The princess had thought once how magnanimous that
was of her father, but she came to realize it had been the
chieftain's way of bartering for peace with Loreman
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