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. His face
flushed darkly as he heard murmurs and giggles.
Goldmoon, breathing hard, spun out of his sash without
his help. She turned abruptly and walked from the dance
ground, leaving her partner behind as the music diminished.
Her father, standing at the edge of the crowd, watched
her approach. But before he could begin to chide her,
Goldmoon raised her chin and announced, "I go now to my
lodge to pray for a safe journey to the resting place of my
ancestors. Good night, my chieftain." She kissed him gently
on his cheek and walked past him. Suddenly he didn't seem
so very much larger than Riverwind. For that matter,
Riverwind did not seem quite so overpowering either.
Arrowthorn came to Goldmoon's lodge before dawn,
before even the night owls ceased their hunting. He sat
beside her on the edge of her cot. "We must speak."
Goldmoon sat up with a yawn. She thought the lecture
on dancing was coming. But when she looked at
Arrowthorn, she knew something much more serious was
wrong. Her father looked tired, as though he had not slept.
"It's about Riverwind, isn't it?" She sighed.
Arrowthorn snorted derisively. "Among other things,"
he answered. "Since he is still the least of our worries, we
will start with him
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