Claude Monet Custom Officer's Cabin at Varengville painting

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The story lodged itself somewhere in the unicorn's breath. "The magician did him no service, but great ill," she said softly. "How terrible it would be if all my people had been turned human by well-meaning wizards—exiled, trapped . in burning houses. I would sooner find that the Red Bull had killed them all."
"Where you are going now," Schmendrick answered, "few will mean you anything but evil, and a friendly heart— however foolish—may be as welcome as water one day. Take me with you, for laughs, for luck, for the unknown. Take me with you."
The rain faded as he spoke, the sky began to clear, and the wet grass glowed like the inside of a seashell. The unicorn looked away, searching through a fog of kings for one king, and through a snowy glitter of castles and palaces for one built on the shoulders of a bull. "No one has ever traveled with me," she said, "but then no one ever caged me before, or took me for a white mare, or disguised me as myself. Many things seem determined to happen to me for the first time, and your company will surely not be the strangest of them, nor the last. So you may come with me if you like, though I wish you had asked me for some other reward."
Schmendrick smiled sadly. "I thought about it." He looked at his fingers, and the unicorn