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"When you have a baby of your own," Riverwind
explained.
Goldmoon flushed and looked away, disturbed at the
direction the conversation had taken. She lowered her head,
allowing her golden hair to fall across her feverish cheeks.
The thought of bringing up little Hollow-skys,
grandchildren for Loreman, was disgusting! But Riverwind
. . .
She was silent for so long that Riverwind asked, "Is
something wrong, Princess? Have I offended - "
Goldmoon shook her head. "Tell me about your
family," she said, glad to change the subject. "Didn't your
father used to be a tanner? Why did he leave the village and
become a shepherd?"
Riverwind raised his eyebrows in surprise. "The story is
common knowledge," he answered.
"I have not heard it," Goldmoon replied firmly.
Riverwind shrugged and proceeded to explain. "During
the summer of drought, the Que-shu battled with the Que-
kiri, and my grandfather Wanderer was wounded. Your
father went to the village of the Que-kiri to negotiate a
peace, and since you were still far too young to sit in
judgment, Loreman sat in your place. As Wanderer lay
dying, Loreman came to him and offered to write his name
in the Book of the Gods - to make him a god for his bravery
in battle
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