guides

And as I walked along cradling my talisman bag and smiling to myself I heard faint music, wafting towards me on the breeze. Intruiged I left the path to follow the gentle notes, lulling me with their seductive melody.

Down near the river bank sat a tall cloaked male figure, plucking the strings of an instrument I had not seen before and looking at me with intensity, humour and interest. Looking back steadily I sat to await was to happen next. I knew that in this land it would not be the expected. I had expected to find a mule who would be my guide and companion, but so far there was neither sight nor sound of him. Hearing a rustle in the leaves behind me I turned to see, not a mule, but a milky white shiny shy eyed horse- no not a horse, there was a ray of light coming from its forehead. Could it be – it must be, but thats impossible! I was learning quickly that nothing was impossible in this land so I had to believe my eyes and admit that yes, this was a unicorn. Hardly daring to breathe I waited silently as it approached me. The tall cloaked figure spoke quietly, ‘Yes we are to be your guides, the unicorn and I.’ With a shiver of excitement and expectation I put out my hand to touch the unicorns soft coat.

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