When Riverwind finished pitching her tent, Goldmoon arranged her things within. She laid out the ceremonial garb she would wear later — a long, sky-blue gown embroidered with gold crescent moons on the hem and sleeves.
Outside, Riverwind roasted the bird that had stolen Goldmoon's hair, while Hollow-sky stirred a pot of boiling cereal, eyeing the bird with apparent disdain. In the brisk mountain air, after the long day's journey, Goldmoon would have found anything delicious. Hollow-sky's well-prepared meal was quite satisfying, but the smell of Riverwind's bird was mouthwatering. So when the warrior declared it done and offered her a portion, Goldmoon could not resist, though Hollow-sky only sneered and would have none of it.
Replete, Goldmoon rose to go to her tent. She smiled when she saw Riverwind attempt to hide a yawn and fail utterly.
Hollow-sky, on the other hand, seemed to be filled with energy. 'If it pleases you, Princess, I will take first watch. Riverwind has worked hard to get us here, he could use some sleep.'
Goldmoon looked at Loreman's son, amazed at his sudden thoughtfulness, not to mention the fact that he'd asked her permission before making a decision.
Observing her astonishment, Hollow-sky said lamely, 'It is the least I can do.'
Wordlessly nodding her assent, Goldmoon hurried off to her tent. The night air was bitter cold. Once wrapped in her warm sleeping furs and rugs, the princess/priestess dropped off to sleep immediately.
She seemed to have slept only a few minutes when Hollow-sky, at the door to her tent, called her name softly. 'Dawn is only half an hour off.'
Shaking off the temptation to curl up in her warm rugs again, Goldmoon dressed hurriedly in her ceremonial robe and stepped out of the shelter of her cozy tent into the predawn coolness. It was time for the ceremony for which she had waited all these years. She fastened several, small, ancient crystal globes on her belt. In the Hall of the Sleeping Spirits, they would be filled with sacred sand.
'Where is Riverwind?' she whispered to Hollow-sky as he handed her a torch.
'I could not wake him, so I took both watches. The sheep-herder sleeps like a rock,' he said, contempt in his voice.
'Try again!' Goldmoon commanded.
Hollow-sky shrugged. 'Why bother? The sheep-herder is not a believer. The ceremony will mean nothing to him. He may even spoil it. Let him sleep.'
Hollow-sky's refusal to obey her orders angered the priestess.
Goldmoon quickly knelt by Riverwind's bedroll and gave the warrior a shake. But he did not respond.
She spun about and stood to face Hollow-sky. 'You've drugged him,' she accused.
'Yes,' he admitted. 'I couldn't let him spoil my plans.'
'Your plans? What are you talking about?' The princess suddenly felt chilled and even a little frightened in the predawn darkness. She began to search through her saddlebags for something, anything, that might bring Riverwind around.
Hollow-sky shrugged. 'I know you will think this presumptuous of me, but I guarantee you will find my plans infinitely preferable to my father's.'
'I know about the book, if that's what you mean.' She could see nothing of use among her things.
Grabbing her arms, Hollow-sky forcibly turned her back around to face him. 'You have no idea, do you?' He grinned and then said, as if explaining to a child, 'Goldmoon, my father wants the title of chieftain for himself, but he can't take it as long as Arrowthorn has an heir. If you were out of the way, my sister Ravenhair would be priestess, then my father would be chieftain.'
'Out of the way?' she asked in a sharp voice, determined not to reveal the fear spreading through her.
'Yes. Gone. Dead!' He bit off the words as he drew a sharp dagger from his belt and grabbed her roughly around the waist. The knife's edge glinted in the pale light as Hollow-sky held it menacingly near her throat.
'So why didn't you kill me in my sleep?' Goldmoon demanded, feeling the world reel about her. Stubbornly she forced herself to concentrate.
'I told you, I have other plans. I want you for myself, though the gods know why. You really are an arrogant witch sometimes. We'll marry, and then I'LL be chieftain. Loreman wants the power for himself, but the knowledge that his son, and later his grandchildren, will rule should satisfy him. In the meantime, he'll be content with your dowry.' He smiled slightly, a smile that made Goldmoon shudder. 'You should thank me for saving your life.'
With his free hand, Hollow-sky clenched her hair close to the scalp, forcing her head to tilt back. As tears came to her eyes, Loreman's son kissed her as no man had ever dared to kiss her before. His passion was not an expression of affection, but an assault.
Struggling to wrench her face from him, Goldmoon gasped, 'You're dreaming! I'll never marry you.' Desperate, she threatened the first thing that came to her:
'I'll scream! I'll — »
'There is no one to hear you,' he said, sneering.
His crushing grip bruised her shoulders through the silken cloth of her gown. She forced her arms down on the hand holding the dagger and almost succeeded in thrusting him away. He snatched at her and ripped the sleeve from her shoulder. Holding her more firmly than before, his face just inches from hers, the dagger point resting gently against her chin, he said, 'Of course, you love the peasant!' He gave Riverwind's unconscious body a sharp kick and smiled cruelly when Goldmoon flinched. 'That's why we'll ride down to the Que-kiri this morning. Any woman a man can drag to their priest, they'll declare married. Then, if your father ever wants to see you again, he'll have to agree to my worthiness and accept the vows of the Que-kiri as binding.'
He is insane! Goldmoon thought to herself. I will humor him, stall him, until the doors to the hall open. Then surely the ancestors will aid me!
Goldmoon felt the weight of the forever charm against her breast. Her fingers closed around it. 'Please, if this charm truly has a god, then help me now!' she prayed silently. A slow tingling sensation rose in the fingers that held the charm. It was so slight that she wasn't certain she'd felt it. She waited expectantly. Nothing happened. She suddenly felt foolish and angry with herself for even testing the charm.
Forcing herself to relax, she pressed against him, though his hot breath on her face sickened her.
'That's better,' Hollow-sky whispered, squeezing her tighter. 'Oh, Goldmoon, you'll get used to the idea. You'll discover that I'm more of a man than… than that shepherd there.' He motioned at the still figure behind his back and moved his face close to hers. 'You are so beautiful,' he murmured, and then he kissed her again, even more intimately than before.
As Hollow-sky kissed her, she was astonished to detect movement in Riverwind's sleeping-bag. His head poked above the edge, two fingers pressed against his lips in a gesture for silence.
She roughly pushed Hollow-sky back. He scowled and thrust the dagger toward her threateningly, but it never reached the skin. The forever charm gleamed brilliantly, and a single arc of lightning leaped from it and flashed down the dagger, causing Hollow-sky to yelp in pain and drop the weapon. Goldmoon gasped in wonder.
As Hollow-sky stared disbelievingly at his burned hand, Riverwind threw back his bedclothes and stood.
The man reputedly raised by leopards stalked his prey so silently that Hollow-sky was totally unaware of him until Riverwind's two fists landed on his neck. Hollow-sky stumbled forward, stunned, letting go his grip on Goldmoon, who fell back away from him.
The shepherd could have drawn his sword and finished Loreman's son before he ever knew what hit him, but instead Riverwind slid his sparring pole off his back and waited for the other man to recover.
Hollow-sky turned about, his eyes widening with astonishment. 'How —?' he started to gasp.
'Draw your pole, carrion crow,' Riverwind snarled. 'I didn't eat your drug-tainted porridge.'
Hollow-sky's hand went for his sword, but Riverwind's pole lashed out. Hollow-sky cradled his injured hand in his other already stinging hand.
'I didn't hurt you badly. Draw your pole before I do,' Riverwind warned.
Hollow-sky drew out his sparring pole. The two warriors circled each other warily. Goldmoon crouched on the grass in the pearl-gray of the predawn sky as the echoing crack of wood shattered the silence.
The men thrust and blocked, using jabbing maneuvers that she hadn't seen at the games. With a sharp intake of breath, she realized they weren't sparring but using moves meant only for real combat. Riverwind took a fierce jab under the kneecap, and she heard his gasp of pain. But pain seemed to spur the Plainsman on, for he suddenly whirled his pole aggressively, trying to disarm his opponent. Hollow-sky twisted his pole vertically and
