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. The crown was
tarnished, the sword rusted; only the hoof-print was still
sharp and clear. The Forestmaster stared at the print, then
looked thoughtfully around the glade. There was not so
much as a mound to show that anyone had died here, and
even the memory of the draconians was fading from those
who lived in Shadow Wood.
The unicorn tipped her head up and quietly sang two
stanzas she had heard recently, added onto a very old
ballad:
"THE SHADOWS IN THE WOODS ARE PLAIN
AND MINGLE NOW WITH LIGHT;
THEY FLOW AND PLAY WITH SUN BY DAY
AND DANCE WITH MOON BY NIGHT.
FROM DARKEN WOOD HAS SHADOW WOOD
BEEN GRANTED ITS RELEASE,
THOSE WHO WERE KILLED IN VOWS FULFILLED
HAVE THERE BEEN GRANTED PEACE."
She strode to the edge of the woods and thrust her horn
in among the vines, circling it quickly. Walking back to the
statue, she lifted her horn to the stone and slid a floral
wreath onto it. It slid down too far; she moved parallel to
the sword and adjusted it. For a moment, sword and horn
both pointed to the north star, faintly visible in the
darkening sky.
She stepped back. "Sleep well, beloved" She turned and
was gone.
The wreath of Paladine's Tears stayed fresh a long time
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