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. But REALLY dancing was quite
different. As Riverwind led her away from the tables, she
began to stiffen.
A calloused but gentle finger ran down the inside of her
forearm, startling her into looking up at her partner. "The
musicians want to know what dance you choose,"
Riverwind said softly.
"Please, choose for me," Goldmoon whispered back
urgently.
"Something simple enough for my great, clumsy feet,"
he joked.
Goldmoon looked up into his blue eyes. He knows, she
thought, that at this I am not infallible, yet he is kind
enough to cover for me.
Riverwind untied the long, burgundy sash at his waist
and held it above his head with a great flourish. "The
princess chooses 'Tiger-hunt,'" he announced loudly.
Goldmoon relaxed. Tiger-hunt was a reel. Very simple.
She noted Hollow-sky's sister, Ravenhair, smiling weakly at
her, obviously vexed. But for Goldmoon, Ravenhair had the
highest standing among the women of the tribe. She would
have led the dance if the princess had remembered her place
and stayed off the dance ground.
The high staccato notes of the flutes pierced the air as
Goldmoon took her place a few paces behind Riverwind.
Riverwind stamped his foot and tossed one end of the sash
behind him
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