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"When you first approached womanhood," he
whispered, "and I saw then your beauty, I asked my family
what age you would have to be before Arrowthorn would
allow men to court you." He stroked her hair as he spoke.
Not interrupting him, Goldmoon luxuriated in the feel
of his broad back beneath her hands, of his arm about her
shoulders.
"My adopted parents tried to make me see that my
poverty and faith would always keep us apart," Riverwind
continued, "but I would not believe them. You never
noticed me when I watched you, but others did, and
Loreman himself came to our hut to warn my parents to
keep me away from you."
Goldmoon guessed that that must have been the time
she'd first heard her father discussing Riverwind with
Loreman in hushed tones.
Riverwind continued his story. "My father sent me out
to watch sheep in the fields farthest from the village. My
mother's skill at weaving is great, so many send their
daughters to apprentice under her, even though Loreman
has forbidden it. My mother would invite the loveliest of
these girls to eat with our family, but the memory of your
face stayed with me. Then one night, Wanderer's spirit came
to me and told me of the games held to choose escorts for
the priestess's pilgrimage to this place
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