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Goldmoon's eyes remained on the games, but her
attention was drawn to her servants' conversation.
"What?" Starflower, her other attendant, whispered
back.
"They say he was raised by leopards," Clearwing
replied.
"What nonsense!" Starflower sniffed. "There are no
leopards on the plains."
Clearwing shrugged. "My grandmother says he was
raised by leopards and that Wanderer brought him back
with him from one of his wanderings."
Goldmoon turned her attention back to the wrestling.
Riverwind's bout was just starting. Undeniably powerful
and graceful, there WAS something feline in his movements.
"You have to admit he has the grace of a cat,"
Clearwing added, echoing her mistress's thoughts.
"So true!" Starflower said with a sigh.
Not wishing to listen to any more praises of Riverwind,
Goldmoon sent both girls off with some coin to purchase
stickycakes to keep their mouths closed. The smell of the
sweetened bread set her stomach rumbling, but she bore it
stoically. The royal family ate in public only on ceremonial
occasions so as not to remind their subjects of their
mortality.
The wrestling matches, a footrace, and an archery
contest culled the contestants down to eight
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