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. You know you can never marry him?"
"Oh? Why not?"
"Because our tribe has enough trouble remaining stable
without you adding the killing blow. Riverwind is an
unbeliever. The man you marry will become chieftain when
I die, and the chieftain cannot be an unbeliever. If a
chieftain denies your authority, he denies his own, leaving a
wedge for another power to drive into the tribe, destroying
it."
Goldmoon shrugged. "Riverwind is taking me to the
Hall of the Sleeping Spirits. There, when I speak with the
gods, he will learn his error."
"More likely the gods will speak with you and not allow
their words to be heard by the heretic," Arrowthorn argued.
"But for his disbelief, he would make a good chieftain,"
Goldmoon countered. "Even you were Impressed with him -
I could tell. I will beg the gods to give him a sign. Surely
Mother will not deny me that."
At the mention of Tearsong, Arrowthorn's warrior's
frame shuddered. The years since his wife had died of fever
and slipped into godhood had been too long and too lonely.
He had carried all the responsibility for raising their
daughter, ruling and protecting the tribe, and keeping the
likes of Loreman from tearing it apart
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