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A Patchwork Tale


“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?”

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    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.

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    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.

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    Sara Light-Waller almost 9 years ago

    Thank you all. More is coming....

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    Rodindeadpan almost 9 years ago

    I'm sorry for not reading this sooner. This is great.

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    Rodindeadpan almost 9 years ago

    My cousin's unicorn doesn't like me either.

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