Don't forget who you are (c)
'Corwin! Look!' It was a whisper, and Gerard's hand closed on my elbow as he spoke.
I followed the direction of his gaze and froze. Neither of us moved as we regarded the apparition: a soft, shimmering white encompassed it, as if it were covered with down rather than fur and maning; its tiny, cloven hooves were golden, as was the delicate, whorled horn that rose from its narrow head. It stood atop one of the lesser rocks, nibbling at the lichen that grew there. Its eyes, when it raised them and looked in our direction, were a bright, emerald green. It joined us in immobility for a pair of instants. Then it made a quick, nervous gesture with its front feet, pawing the air and striking the stone, three times. And then it blurred and vanished like a snowflake, silently, perhaps in the woods to our right.
...
'Is there a special obsevance? It being our patron and all... is there something we should do?'
'If there is, Dad never told me about it,' I said. I patted the rock on which it had appeared. 'If you herald some turn in our fortunes, if you bring us some measure of grace - thanks, unicorn,' I said. 'And even if you do not, thanks for the brightness of your company at a dark time.'
(c)
I followed the direction of his gaze and froze. Neither of us moved as we regarded the apparition: a soft, shimmering white encompassed it, as if it were covered with down rather than fur and maning; its tiny, cloven hooves were golden, as was the delicate, whorled horn that rose from its narrow head. It stood atop one of the lesser rocks, nibbling at the lichen that grew there. Its eyes, when it raised them and looked in our direction, were a bright, emerald green. It joined us in immobility for a pair of instants. Then it made a quick, nervous gesture with its front feet, pawing the air and striking the stone, three times. And then it blurred and vanished like a snowflake, silently, perhaps in the woods to our right.
...
'Is there a special obsevance? It being our patron and all... is there something we should do?'
'If there is, Dad never told me about it,' I said. I patted the rock on which it had appeared. 'If you herald some turn in our fortunes, if you bring us some measure of grace - thanks, unicorn,' I said. 'And even if you do not, thanks for the brightness of your company at a dark time.'
(c)