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"Riverwind!" Goldmoon screamed. She stood up and,
in her haste, knocked over the lantern. The lid fell off and
the fire beetles skittered out and away from the water.
Echoes of her call rang through the cavern, mocking
her. Absolutely alone in the pitch-black, unfamiliar cave,
Chieftain's Daughter stood frozen with terror.
"I've got to go after Riverwind! What if he's hurt? But
do I dare?" she whispered, her fear of drowning pulling her
back from the water as strongly as her love for Riverwind
pulled her toward it.
Suddenly Goldmoon laughed grimly. "Of course I
dare," she cried out. Tearsong had told her to sacrifice that
which hindered her daring - her fear.
The princess unfastened the clasp to her fur cloak and
let it fall to the ground. Taking a deep breath, she dove into
the water toward the spot where Riverwind had
disappeared.
The cold of the water was a painful shock. Goldmoon
tried to surface immediately, but the weight of her long
dress hindered her and the undercurrent held her in its
clutches. Her lungs were ready to burst.
That's it, she thought. I'm going to drown. Let it be
quick, without pain, she prayed. She began to feel numb all
over.
But with a last burst of energy, Goldmoon kicked her
legs hard, driving her up into the small pocket of air
between the deep water and the top of the cavern
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