Chapter Two – The unicorn
Lady Silvermoon looked down from the narrow window of the cold castle at the unicorn in the courtyard below. He doesn’t belong here, she thought, imprisoned in a man-made world. He needs to be free – to run, to feel the wind, to revel in the spring sunshine… and so do I…
The unicorn was not being mistreated, on the contrary he was being pampered as one of Lord Silvermoon’s best horses, brought treats by shy squires who kept their distance when they laid tit-bits in the straw at his feet. Kitchen maids peered at him through gaps in the wooden planking, terrified and attracted in equal measure by his powerful beauty, but the only humans he allowed to approach him directly were Lord Silvermoon, his Horse Master and his quiet, reserved young wife. Lady Silvermoon had something otherworldly about her, something the unicorn recognised.
The Horse Master had the unicorn on a leading rein, letting him circle the courtyard slowly, when the beast sensed the Lady watching him from the tall, narrow turret. He turned in a tighter curve than normal so that he faced the turret and to the Horse Master’s surprise, lowered his head briefly, and resumed his circling. The old horseman frowned, wondering if the unicorn had bowed to someone… he could see no one in a quick glance over his shoulder. He watched the unicorn carefully the next time it came round but it did nothing on this pass, or the next or the next, and he began to believe he had imagined it. One person, however, did not believe she had imagined it. Up in her cold tower, Lady Silvermoon stood with her pale fingers to her mouth, knowing that the unicorn had not only bowed to her but had enquired – “My Lady?”
copyright March 2010 Hilary Robinson
Chapter Two of my Faerie Tale. Don’t be puzzled that we have abandoned Imi and Galien and the Warlock, this is the same tale, just a new character inspired by Redbubbler, Dawnsky2. Thanks, Laura
All my writing is copyright and protected and is not in the Public Domain.