"What would happen if I were to die now, Schmendrick?" Amalthea asked the wizard that first night. The castle was their home, by then, the king already watching the unicorn-woman with his eyes, intentions written plain for all but the girl to see, the prince looking after her with a look as well, but his different than that of his father's, for his eyes betrayed the beginning of a hopeless love that would forever beat in his heart; he was a romantic one, that prince, and Amalthea was the heroine every romantic prince sought.

"I do not know," Schmendrick answered, staring at the sea beyond the castle wall, shame in his eyes and in his voice; he'd undo the evil done to her, if he could, but it had been the only way to save the unicorn.

"She'll die, that's what," Molly answered, bitterness in her voice, her arms wrapped around the waist of the slender young girl; she could no more look away from Amalthea than she could throw herself from the wall and she has appointed herself guardian of the girl, knowing Amalthea would need protection more than any of them. "And it will be because of you that the unicorns will die out from this world, trapped by that bull and that man."

Amalthea said nothing, but beneath her arms, Molly sensed the heart of the girl who was just recently a unicorn and immortal, break.