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As Hollow-sky kissed her, she was astonished to detect
movement in Riverwind's sleeping-bag. His head poked
above the edge, two fingers pressed against his lips in a
gesture for silence.
She roughly pushed Hollow-sky back. He scowled and
thrust the dagger toward her threateningly, but it never
reached the skin. The forever charm gleamed brilliantly,
and a single arc of lightning leaped from it and flashed
down the dagger, causing Hollow-sky to yelp in pain and
drop the weapon. Goldmoon gasped in wonder.
As Hollow-sky stared disbelievingly at his burned hand,
Riverwind threw back his bedclothes and stood.
The man reputedly raised by leopards stalked his prey so
silently that Hollow-sky was totally unaware of him until
Riverwind's two fists landed on his neck. Hollow-sky
stumbled forward, stunned, letting go his grip on
Goldmoon, who fell back away from him.
The shepherd could have drawn his sword and finished
Loreman's son before he ever knew what hit him, but
instead Riverwind slid his sparring pole off his back and
waited for the other man to recover.
Hollow-sky turned about, his eyes widening with
astonishment. "How - ?" he started to gasp.
"Draw your pole, carrion crow," Riverwind snarled
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