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. To cover her pleasure, she held up
the broken strands. "Thank you for saving these for me,"
she laughed awkwardly. "I can hardly be Goldmoon without
the golden hair."
Riverwind looked back at her. "Of course you can. You
were Goldmoon when you were born, and you were quite
bald then."
"That's ridiculous!" Goldmoon said, shocked. "How
dare you?"
Riverwind shrugged. "It's true. You can ask Hollow-
sky, if you like - he must remember. Though he's not likely
to tell you the truth if he thinks it will displease you."
Goldmoon closed her mouth on the disparaging
comment she had been about to make. Riverwind certainly
understood Hollow-sky. She thought for a moment, then
argued, "I don't believe there is such a thing as a bald baby.
I've never seen one."
"Well, you've never seen anyone with hair like yours,
have you?" Riverwind returned. "I was five when I first saw
you. I remember asking Wanderer if you'd been sick,
because you had only tiny, pale wisps of hair. He told me
that you were going to have light hair, and that sometimes
light hair comes in more slowly. He said such things were
natural among distant tribes. You will see for yourself, no
doubt."
"What do you mean?" Goldmoon asked
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