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"'She can restore him,' Schmendrick said softly. 'A unicorn's horn is proof against death itself.' Molly looked closely at him, and she saw that he had come at last to his power and his beginning. She could now say how she knew, for no wild glory burned about him, and no recognizable omens occurred in his honor, just at that moment. He was Schmendrick the Magician--as ever, and yet somehow it was for the first time."

"'It's good that she went without saying good-bye,' she said to herself. 'I would have been stupid. I'm going to be stupid in a minute, anyway, but it really is better like this.'
Then a warmth moved over her cheek and into her hair, like sunlight, and she turned and put her arms around the unicorn's neck."

"Once the sea had taken back their diamond-shaped footprints, there was no sign that they had ever been there, any more than King Haggard's castle had been."

"But King Haggard, who was quite real, fell down through the wreckage of his disenchanted castle like a knife dropped through clouds. Molly heard him laugh once, as though he had expected it. Very little ever surprised King Haggard."

"The unicorns sprang up the cliff and flowed around them, exactly as though they had been made out of sand. The castle came down in great cold chunks that turned thin and waxen as they swirled in the air, until they disappeared. It crumbled and vanished without a sound, and it left no ruins, either on land or in the memories of the two who watched it fall. A minute later, they could not remember where it had stood."

"She stood very still, neither weeping nor laughing, for her joy was too great for her body to understand."

"For they were mad with freedom. But Schmendrick spoke, and they streamed to the right and left of them and himself--some even springing over them--as the sea shatters on a rock and then comes whirling together again. All around Molly there flowed and flowered a light as impossible as snow set afire, while thousands of cloven hoofs sang by like cymbals."

"Then the unicorns came out of the sea.
Molly never saw them clearly--they were a light leaping toward her and a cry that dazzled her eyes. She was wise enough to know that no mortal was ever meant to see all the unicorns in the world, and she tried to find her her own unicorn and look only at her. But there were too many of them, and they were too beautiful. Blind as the Bull, she moved to meet them."

"He strode out a long way before he began to swim. The hugest waves broke no higher than his hocks, and the timid tide ran away from him. But when at last he let himself sink into the flood, then a great surge of the sea stood up behind him: a green and black swell, as deep and smooth and hard as the wind. It gathered in silence, folding from one horizon to the other, until for a moment it actually hid the Red Bull."

"The unicorn lowered her head one last time and hurled herself at the Red Bull. If he had been either true flesh or a windy ghost, the blow would have burst him like rotten fruit. But he turned away unnoticing, and walked slowly into the sea. The unicorns in the water floundered wildly to let him by, stamping and slashing the surf into a toiling mist which their horns turned rainbow."