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“…She heard none of it, not a word, until I spoke of the rush of fire that nearly burned my poor horse’s legs from under him. Then - ah, then she came back from wherever she goes when I talk to her, and she said that she must go and see my horse. …She put her hand on him, on his legs.” …

“And what happened then?” she asked. “When the Lady Amalthea touched your horse.”

“Nothing happened. Nothing at all.”

The Last Unicorn, Peter S. Beagle