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When the near-silent party crossed into lands the Que-
shu shared with other tribes - sometimes disputed over -
Hollow-sky took the point, which he considered his by his
superior rank, while Riverwind rode behind the princess.
As they settled into their new positions, Goldmoon held
her horse back from Hollow-sky's and signaled for
Riverwind to ride alongside her. She saw that the raven was
strapped to his saddlebag.
"What are you going to do with that bird?"
Riverwind grinned. "Later, we will see if it is good
eating. Some of them are, you know."
Goldmoon shook her head. It was not a dish she had
ever been served. Noticing then that the Plainsman had her
strands of stolen hair still wrapped about his fingers, she
gave a slight, hastily concealed smile.
Riverwind looked down at his hand to see what made
her smile. "Stolen gold," he murmured, flushing. "These are
yours, I believe, lady," he said, untangling the golden
threads from his fingers and leaning over to hand them to
her.
Goldmoon took the hair carefully.
"It is a lovely color." Greatly daring, he reached over to
push back a strand of living hair that had fallen across her
eyes.
Feeling a thrill at his touch and knowing that her own
cheeks must be burning, Goldmoon hastily smoothed her
hair over her shoulder
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