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. The true gods are the ones Wanderer taught
your family to believe in. I sacrificed the dagger as part of a
test so that I might one day become a priestess of the Great
Healer, one of the ancient goddesses whose temple this
once was. But when I sacrifice my pride and return to the
village and tell them what I have learned, denying the old
ways, I will be ridiculed. I will be Chieftain's Daughter no
longer."
Riverwind smiled down at her. "You will always be
Chieftain's Daughter," he said, smoothing the golden hair.
"That is not something that depends on false gods, it is
something within you. Even if you had not been
Arrowthorn's child, you would be a leader. And someday, I
know, you will lead people to the true gods. That is
something to be proud of. It is only your pride in false
things that you need to sacrifice."
Goldmoon entwined her fingers in his hair and pulled
his head down so his face was within her reach. The lantern
light made his eyes sparkle red, and a grin fluttered across
his lips just before their mouths met.
The shepherd's tenderness eased her worries about the
future. As Riverwind caressed her lips with his own, he
kneaded away all the tension in her shoulders with his
fingers
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