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. Riverwind and Hollow-sky would be
Goldmoon's escorts to the Hall of the Sleeping Spirits.
The crowd cheered, but the priestess eyed both
critically as they approached her. Hollow-sky gave
Riverwind a vicious glare, then stepped forward as
Goldmoon extended her hand to touch his forehead in
blessing. But Hollow-sky grasped her fingers and pressed a
lingering kiss on them.
Though this was hardly customary, the crowd cheered
again, laughing. There was, after all, that other aspect to
these games - finding a warrior worthy of courting their
priestess/princess. Distressed, however, by the ardor in
Hollow-sky's gaze and still angered by the broken poles, the
princess was determined to show him no favor. She held her
hand out to Riverwind to give him the same advantage.
Riverwind looked startled at the slender, graceful
fingers before him. He took the hand as though it were very
fragile and turned it over, seeming uncertain as to what he
should do.
"Well, Riverwind?" Goldmoon said, arching her
eyebrows expectantly. Inside, the sudden fear surged that,
for religious reasons, this . . . peasant might refuse to kiss
her, and she would be embarrassed before the whole tribe.
"Perhaps he reads your palm, my princess," Hollow-sky
joked
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