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. It was time for the ceremony for which
she had waited all these years. She fastened several, small,
ancient crystal globes on her belt. In the Hall of the
Sleeping Spirits, they would be filled with sacred sand.
"Where is Riverwind?" she whispered to Hollow-sky as
he handed her a torch.
"I could not wake him, so I took both watches. The
sheep-herder sleeps like a rock," he said, contempt in his
voice.
"Try again!" Goldmoon commanded.
Hollow-sky shrugged. "Why bother? The sheep-herder
is not a believer. The ceremony will mean nothing to him.
He may even spoil it. Let him sleep."
Hollow-sky's refusal to obey her orders angered the
priestess.
Goldmoon quickly knelt by Riverwind's bedroll and
gave the warrior a shake. But he did not respond.
She spun about and stood to face Hollow-sky. "You've
drugged him," she accused.
"Yes," he admitted. "I couldn't let him spoil my plans."
"YOUR plans? What are you talking about?" The
princess suddenly felt chilled and even a little frightened in
the predawn darkness. She began to search through her
saddlebags for something, anything, that might bring
Riverwind around.
Hollow-sky shrugged. "I know you will think this
presumptuous of me, but I guarantee you will find my plans
infinitely preferable to my father's
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