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She lunged forward, holding the dagger high over her
head. Hollow-sky, intent on the kill, failed to look up.
Goldmoon slammed the dagger down hard, gashing his
right arm deeply. Hollow-sky's blood splashed over her
dagger and wrist and onto the rock platform.
Startled, Hollow-sky staggered backward - and lost his
footing on the sandy precipice. He tumbled over the edge,
and his scream echoed up the cliff face, seemingly forever .
. . until his body hit the ground below. Bathed in red
moonlight, Goldmoon stood staring over the rock's edge,
her hair stirred by a gentle thermal rising from below.
"Goldmoon! Come away from there," Riverwind cried,
shaken.
As if in a dream, the priestess of the Que-shu turned from
the cliff face and moved to the shepherd's side, helping him
to his feet. Hollow-sky's scream echoing through her head,
she sheathed her dagger without cleaning it.
"I had no choice. He was going to kill you!" she said
and suddenly burst into shuddering sobs.
"I know," he answered. "I wanted to protect you this
morning, but felt helpless while he held the dagger to your
throat. Then the charm . . ." His voice trailed off as
Goldmoon softly answered, "Yes, it protected me
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