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. Finally, when she had finished the work and
placed the substitute pole among the blessed weapons, she
began to have second thoughts.
Her father's sparring pole was a weapon her mother had
undoubtedly blessed, perhaps even the one her father had
used when he'd won the right to escort Tearsong to the Hall
of the Sleeping Spirits. Stubbornly she tried to recall if there
was a way to UNsanctify the weapon.
"Goldmoon?" Arrowthorn entered the tent and looked
quizzically at his daughter. A slight smile crossed his lips.
"Still praying? They are only going to fight one another,
you know, not our enemies 1"
Goldmoon lowered her eyes to hide her worry and
confusion. "Father, please. This is serious to me."
"Forgive me. Of course. But everyone waits on you."
Goldmoon followed her father and took her place in the
viewing stand. The contests started with a series of
wrestling matches. The tribe all gathered about, unreserved
in their cheers and boos. Goldmoon watched silently with
intense interest. She was the leader of a warrior tribe and
was herself a trained fighter, as were all Que-shu women.
A new bout was just starting when she heard
Clearwing, one of her female attendants, whisper to the
other, "Perhaps it's true what they say of this Riverwind
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