The half-elf walked slowly across the courtyard. His footsteps echoed in the stillness of the night as he climbed marble steps to a wide porch where Goldmoon stood in front of the shining golden doors. Glancing behind him, Tanis could see his friends wrapping blankets from their packs around tree limbs to make a battlefield stretcher. The man’s body was nothing more than a dark, shapeless mass in the moonlight.
“Bring him to me, Tanis,” Goldmoon repeated as the half-elf came up to her. He took hold of her hand.
“Goldmoon,” Tanis said, “Riverwind is horribly injured. He is dying. There is nothing you can do-not even the staff-”
“Hush, Tanis,” Goldmoon said gently.
The half-elf fell silent, seeing her clearly for the first time. In astonishment, he realized that the Plainswoman was tranquil, calm, uplifted. Her face in the moonlight was the face of the sailor who has fought the stormy seas in his fragile boat and drifted at last into peaceful waters.
“Come inside the temple, my friend,” Goldmoon said, her beautiful eyes looking intently into Tanis’. “Come inside and bring Riverwind to me.”
Goldmoon had not heard the approach of the dragon, had not seen its attack on Riverwind. When they entered the broken courtyard of Xak Tsaroth, Goldmoon had felt a strange and powerful force drawing her into the temple. She walked across the rubble and up the stairs, oblivious to everything but the golden doors shimmering in the silver-red moonlight. She approached them and stood before them for a moment. Then she became aware of the commotion behind her and heard Riverwind calling her name. “Goldmoon . . .” She paused, unwilling to leave Riverwind and her friends, knowing a terrible evil was rising from the well.
“Come inside, child,” a gentle voice called to her.
Goldmoon lifted her head and stared at the doors. Tears came to her eyes. The voice was her mother’s. Tearsong, priestess of Que-shu, had died long ago, when Goldmoon was very young.
“Tearsong?” Goldmoon choked. “Mother-”
“The years have been many and sad for you, my daughter”-her mother’s voice was not heard so much as felt in her heart-“and I fear your burden will not soon ease. Indeed, if you continue on you will leave this darkness only to enter a deeper darkness. Truth will light your way, my daughter, though you may find its light shines dimly in the vast and terrible night ahead. Still, without the truth, all will perish and be lost. Come here inside the temple with me, daughter. You will find what you seek.”
“But my friends, Riverwind.” Goldmoon looked back at the well and saw Riverwind stumble on the shaking cobblestones. “They cannot fight this evil. They will die without me. The staff could help! I cannot leave!” She started to turn back as the darkness fell.
“I can’t see them! . . . Riverwind! . . . Mother, help me,” she cried in agony.
But there was no answer. This isn’t fair! Goldmoon screamed silently, clenching her fists. We never wanted this! We only wanted to love each other, and now-now we may lose that! We have sacrificed so much and none of it has made any difference. I am thirty years old, mother! Thirty and childless. They have taken my youth, they have taken my people. And I have nothing to show in return. Nothing -except this! She shook the staff. And now I am being asked once again to give still more.
Her anger calmed. Riverwind-had he been angry all those long years he searched for answers? All he had found was this staff, and it brought only more questions. No, he hadn’t been angry, she thought. His faith is strong. I am the weak one. Riverwind was willing to die for his faith. It seems I must be willing to live-even if it means living without him.
Goldmoon leaned her head against the golden doors, their metal surface cool to her skin. Reluctantly, she made her bitter decision. I will go forward, mother-though if Riverwind dies, my heart dies too. I ask only one thing; If he dies, let him know, somehow, that I will continue his search.
Leaning upon her staff, the Chieftain of the Que-shu pushed open the golden doors and entered the temple. The doors shut behind her at the precise moment the black dragon burst from the well.