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One who reads this book would think the tribe survived
only because of the wisdom and generosity of Loreman's
ancestors."
"But how can that be? Loreman said he condensed it
from ancient writings?"
"If I could get my hands on those writings . . . but
Loreman's grandfather hid them away from the tribe. 'For
safekeeping,' he said, in anticipation, no doubt, of the day
his jackal heirs would gain the daring to threaten us."
"They've given it to me in public, for the whole tribe to
read, so we could not bum it," Goldmoon reasoned.
Arrowthorn nodded. "Loreman must have hoped that
you would believe it, be shamed by it, and marry one of his
sons to gain some semblance of respectability."
"That is exceedingly unlikely." Goldmoon sniffed.
"There was a time you cared very much for Hollow-
sky," he said quietly.
Goldmoon's eyes narrowed.
Arrowthorn looked away from his daughter, his eyes
misted with tears she must not see. The chieftain had hoped
Goldmoon could love whatever man she must marry, but
her disgust for Hollow-sky was clear. He spoke softly,
"This matter has weighed heavily on me for many years. I
do not want you to be unhappy, Goldmoon, and I can
understand that your feelings for Hollow-sky have cooled
now that you are older and your judgment more sound
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