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"It isn't a stupid dagger," Goldmoon retorted. "It is a - "
The princess stopped in mid-sentence. She had been about
to say that it was a sacred relic of the Que-shu, but a sudden
insight made her gasp: A dagger HINDERED healing. She
drew it from her boot-sheath. She had not wiped off the
blade after stabbing Hollow-sky, and the traitor's blood
made the crystal appear to be rusted. Shuddering from the
memory of his final, long scream, she placed it on the altar.
"Riverwind, hand me your shield," she commanded.
Puzzlement clearly written on his face, Riverwind
unstrapped the wooden disk from his arm. "What are you
going to do?" he demanded.
Goldmoon put her fingertips on his lips and said, "Trust
me." Riverwind let her take the shield from him. She
stepped close to the altar and raised the shield high over her
head, but then she paused and lowered it again to her side.
If she destroyed the dagger, she would have to explain to
her father, probably to the whole tribe, why she had done
so. Loreman would find some way to twist her action to
make it seem evil. Her father would never forgive her. The
tribe would not easily let go of their belief in their false
gods.
Stealing a glance at Riverwind, she saw that he looked
weary and ill
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