Goddess Woman @page { margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-top: 5pt } @font-face { font-style: normal; font-family: Font_2c95a96e-f999-47c4-9340-2a841546f910; src: url(../fonts/LiberationSerif-Regular.ttf); font-weight: normal } @font-face { font-style: italic; font-family: Font_2c95a96e-f999-47c4-9340-2a841546f910; src: url(../fonts/LiberationSerif-Italic.ttf); font-weight: normal } @font-face { font-style: normal; font-family: Font_2c95a96e-f999-47c4-9340-2a841546f910; src: url(../fonts/LiberationSerif-Bold.ttf); font-weight: bold } @font-face { font-style: italic; font-family: Font_2c95a96e-f999-47c4-9340-2a841546f910; src: url(../fonts/LiberationSerif-BoldItalic.ttf); font-weight: bold } @font-face { font-style: italic; font-family: Font_2c95a96e-f999-47c4-9340-2a841546f910; src: url(../fonts/LiberationSerif-Italic.ttf) } Interchapter Two. Goddess Woman THIS WAS THE FOUKTH MORNING of the westward march, the pilgrimage back to the Place of Three Rivers. A dry cold wind had been blowing steadily out of the north ever since Silver Cloud had given the order to turn around and retrace their long path across the barren plains.
