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. She had already packed up her own bedroll for
travel.
"Forgive us for keeping you waiting, mistress,"
Clearwing begged.
"It is of no matter, Clearwing," Goldmoon said softly.
"I rose very early. Just do my hair quickly. I'm anxious to be
off."
The very first golden rays of morning lit the grasslands
as Chieftain's Daughter stepped from her lodge to begin her
journey to speak with her gods. Many villagers had turned
out to see her off, despite the early hour. Riverwind held her
horse's reins and stroked the animal's forehead. Hollow-sky
stepped forward.
"Allow me to help you up, Princess."
Goldmoon paused. Her father watched them, looking
older and more tired than she had ever seen him look
before. She could make his life and her own much simpler.
Hollow-sky's hand reached out for her own.
What kind of goddess has no pride? she thought. She
turned a withering look on Hollow-sky and said in a frigid
tone, "I've been riding horses since before I could walk! Do
I look as if I need help, Hollow-sky, son of Loreman?" She
grabbed her horse's mane and pulled herself onto its back.
Hollow-sky and Riverwind mounted their own beasts
while Clearwing and Starflower climbed into a small cart
driven by Clearwing's younger brother
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