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6 Christopher Stasheff

Rod stared at her for a moment. Then he smiled, and
rested his cheek against her head.

Suddenly the woodland path opened out. The branches
swung away, and they found themselves gazing at a perfect
pool, its waters like a gem. Terraced rocks came down to
its edge, festooned with flowers. Branches arched over it
like a sheltering dome. *

Gwen drew in a breath. "Oh, 'tis beautiful!"

Then she saw the unicorn.

It stepped out of the shadows at the edge of the pond to
lower its dainty muzzle to the still water, drinking.

Rod held his breath, but even under the spell of the
moment, his mind automatically registered the fact that the
water must be extremely pure, if a unicorn was willing to
drink it.

Then the silver beast lifted its head, to look directly at
them.

Gwen gasped in wonder. Then, slowly, she moved around
the pool, entranced.

Rod followed right behind her, scarcely daring to breathe.

As Gwen drew close, the unicorn stepped back. Gwen
hesitated.

"Sorry, dear," Rod murmured.

"I will never regret," she answered softly. "But, my lord,
there is not only wariness in those eyesтАФthere is imploring.
Could it need our aid?"

"Sought us out, you mean?" Rod frownedтАФthen stiff-
ened, as alarm bells went off in the back of his mind.
"GwenтАФeven on Gramarye, unicorns don't exist..."

Gwen shook her head. "Be mindful of witch-moss, my
lord. On Gramarye, aught that an old aunt may imagine the
whiles she doth tell a tale, can come into being, an she be