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. He limped with each step, and there was a
blood-red bruise on his cheek where Hollow-sky's longstick
had struck him.
If she earned the amulet back, she could heal all his
wounds, make him whole. That was a power unknown in
her tribe, a power that could help them all. A power, her
mother had said, that might prevent an ancient evil from
conquering mankind. She raised the shield quickly and
smashed it down upon the crystal weapon.
Goldmoon dropped the shield to the side as the shards
of crystal began to glow with a blue light; the light grew
brighter until it was painful to look at. The sound of glass
chimes tinkling in the wind crescendoed. Goldmoon heard
her mother's voice.
"Taste now what you will know in full one day, my
child, but think of the healing as a GIFT from the gods, not
a power."
The shards of crystal on the altar spun about as though
they were sand caught in a dust devil.
Riverwind gasped in fear.
Then, in a flash, the jagged crystalline shards flew at the
princess, penetrating her flesh like darts.
"Goldmoon!" Riverwind shouted. He dashed forward to
catch her as she fell back from the altar. Her skin glittered
with the splintered crystal.
"I'm all right," she whispered calmly
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