“What’s your name, pretty maid?” said the Elfin-knight.
The princess’ eye turned steely. “My name's lost, as are my people.”
“I must call you something.”
“I’m a clockmaker, call me that.”
“Clockmaker.” He rolled the sound over and under his tongue. “Very well.”
He presented her to his mount, sea foam white with horn of ivory and a dished face.
“You’ll ride behind me on a pillow.” He snapped his fingers and a cushion appeared on the crupper.
The mount’s goat tail lashed.
“My mount doesn’t like you, Clockmaker.”
She snorted. “It’s a unicorn, why would it like me?”
Sara Light-Waller almost 9 years ago
I know it took me ages to get Part II up here. I feel bad about that, but I'm back on it now and glad to be. Hope the story continues to amuse.
D.M. almost 9 years ago
I've got to go back and do some anticipated reading... This is very intriguing.
Interesting name which leads to symbolism further on, I suspect.
Sara Light-Waller almost 9 years ago
Thank you all. More is coming....
Rodindeadpan almost 9 years ago
I'm sorry for not reading this sooner. This is great.
Rodindeadpan almost 9 years ago
My cousin's unicorn doesn't like me either.