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YOU WHO HAVE LEFT US,
WE ASK FOR YOUR BLESSING."
Goldmoon waited patiently in prayerful silence for
several minutes, but nothing happened, no one answered.
Fear crept into her. Was there some part of this ceremony
that her father had not known about, something that
Tearsong had carried with her to the grave?
Then a voice spoke, "My beloved child! What
joy it is to see you!"
"Mother!" Goldmoon cried out. Her throat constricted
in emotion as all the years of loneliness and longing for
Tearsong, of quickly suppressed doubt that she would ever
actually speak to her again, overwhelmed the young
priestess.
Tearsong's laughter rang through the hall like tinkling
glass and filled Goldmoon with a pleasure that was also
painful. The air shimmered with light as Tearsong's form
coalesced in the air behind Goldmoon. Tears of grief and
joy welled in the princess's eyes. A harvest of loving
memories, which had long lain dormant in sorrow, filled
her. Her mother's sculpted features and jet-black hair were
even more lovely than she remembered.
"Mother. This is Riverwind," Goldmoon started to say,
turning around to summon the warrior forward, but all was
darkness behind her.
"I cannot appear to Riverwind
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