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feathers." He took Molly by the arm and pulled her down into a hard hollow by the side of the road. The unicorn lay nearby, still as moonlight.
Daggers gleaming like fishtrails on a dark sea. A voice, suddenly loud and angry. "I tell you, we've lost them. We passed them a mile back, where I heard that rustling. I'm damned if I'll run any farther."
"Be still!" a second voice whispered fiercely. "Do you want them to escape and betray us? You're afraid of the magician, but you'd do better to be afraid of the Red Bull. If Haggard finds out about our half of the curse, he'll send the Bull to trample us all into crumbs."
The first man answered in a softer tone. "It isn't that I'm afraid. A magician without a beard is no magician at all. But
we're wasting our time. They left the road and cut across country as soon as they knew we were following. We could chase along here all night and never come up with them."
Another voice, wearier than the first two. "We have chased them all night. Look over there. Dawn is coming."