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Without warning, a flutter of dark wings swooped
down on the princess. Goldmoon felt a pinch at her scalp.
She cried out more from surprise than pain. Glancing up,
she saw a huge raven circling overhead, cawing fiercely,
waiting for another opportunity to strike.
"It is an evil omen!" Loreman cried.
"Nonsense," Riverwind countered. The bird plunged
again at the princess, but a twang of a bow put an arrow
through its breast, and it dropped to the ground with a thud.
A boy in the crowd retrieved it and handed it up to
Riverwind, for it had been the shepherd's arrow that felled
the creature.
"You are a very quick notch and aim," Goldmoon
complimented him.
Riverwind smiled at her.
"It is an omen," Loreman repeated more loudly, "of
war!"
"Just a crow" - Riverwind laughed - "that wanted to
steal the princess's shiny treasure." Carefully he drew out
several strands of long, golden hair clenched in the bird's
claws. He held them up for the crowd to see. "Wealth
beyond any man's dreams," he called out. "Who can blame
the poor crow?"
The crowd laughed, and as the sun shone even brighter,
the evil feeling was dispelled. The crowd cheered as the
party left, Goldmoon in the lead
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