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She took a deep breath to calm herself, but her eyes
caught on some feathers that she recognized as marking
Riverwind's sparring pole. There was nothing shabby about
the rare and precious wood, probably something his
grandfather, Wanderer, had harvested on his journeys.
Angrily Goldmoon snatched it up and started to toss it to the
side. "We'll see what a marvelous weapon this is and what a
great warrior he is without my blessing." But then she
noticed the thin crack running along the upper third of the
pole. She saw at once that it was not a natural crack.
"Hollow-sky!" she whispered.
Knowing that Hollow-sky and his brother, Hawker,
were clear favorites to win the contests, Goldmoon
immediately assumed he'd done this deed for her. Perhaps
he'd even tell her later how he had paid Riverwind back for
the unbeliever's insult to herself.
Unsure she wanted this sort of championship,
Goldmoon debated what to do. Perhaps ignominious defeat
was the fate the ancestors had decided for Riverwind. Yet . . . why
would the gods have let her discover the crack, if not to correct the
matter?
Her duty was clear to her.
Finding another pole of the same rare wood was not easy.
She had to substitute one of her father's old poles, and
affixing Riverwind's feathers to the replacement was a
nuisance
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