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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Iii - Love And War
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Riverwind gasped. There was no sign of pain on her
face, no sign of blood on her robes. "You should be dead."
"No," she answered hesitantly. "I have never felt so
alive!"
Riverwind lowered her gently to her feet, but he did not
let go of her fully.
Placing her hands on his cheeks, Goldmoon wished for
him to feel as she did.
The warrior drew a deep breath of surprise. She smiled,
feeling the tingling energy flow from her hands into him.
The crystal shards faded and disappeared. The weariness
left Riverwind's face, and the color returned to it. The
wound on his cheek vanished without a trace of a scar, and
he stood up straighter, without any sign of pain in his knee.
"What have you done?" he asked in awe.
"I've sacrificed the dagger as my mother told me to do."
Riverwind's eyes narrowed. "I see. You've spoken to
your gods." His tone was bitter.
"I've spoken with my mother," Goldmoon corrected.
She could tell that the blank look he gave her masked
disbelief.
"Oh, Riverwind," she said softly, drawing him near.
"Wanderer was right! You are right! My mother told me
this and more, much more! But - "
Goldmoon lowered her head, her voice caught in her
throat
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