The horns came riding in like the rainbow masts of silver ships.

They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last - these people who know that nothing lasts.

Take me with you. For laughs, for luck, for the unknown. Take me with you.

Beyond the town, darker than dark, King Haggard's castle teetered like a lunatic on stilts.

I am infected with life and will die of it in time.

This creature is the Pooka. Pay no mind to the shape he wears, for he’s none of his own, and no soul either. Ware him ever, trust him never, but when the wind’s right he has his uses. Never forget that you will never know him. The Pooka’s mystery even to the Pooka.

I fear it, for her sake. It would mean that she too is a wanderer now, and that is a fate for human beings, not for unicorns. But I hope, of course I hope.