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."
She gave a sly grin. "The look on Arrowthorn's face
will be worth seeing." More seriously she added, "I will
wait for you, Riverwind, however long it takes." She
sighed. "Though I do not think the waiting will be easy."
"And now," Riverwind said firmly, "we must find the
way out!"
"What's that?" asked Riverwind, tilting his head to hear
as they walked along by the light of the fire-beetle lantern.
"It sounds like water running," Goldmoon replied,
listening. She licked her dry lips. "We can fill our
waterskins, at least."
"Better yet," said Riverwind, "it is probably an
underground stream that may lead us to the surface and out
of here if we follow it!"
Hope rising in their hearts, the two hurried toward the
source of the sound and came upon a swiftly flowing,
underground river.
"Crow's luck!" Goldmoon snapped with annoyance as
the strong current tore her waterskin from her grasp.
"Don't worry, I'll get it," Riverwind offered, stepping
into the water to reach after the bag.
"No, Riverwind. The water's too swift. Leave it,"
Goldmoon ordered.
But Riverwind took another step, then slipped on
something underfoot, and plunged forward with a cry. He
tried to swim back to the bank, but despite his efforts, the
current dragged him off into the darkness
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