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"No, no. She turns him down. 'She did not laugh - ' No,
that's not it. 'She told him no' - I have the matter of it there,
but not the music."
The centaur guards moved off on their rounds. The
stag remained, then sang softly, to himself:
SHE DID NOT MOCK, SHE DID NOT LAUGH,
BUT SOFTLY TOLD HIM NAY;
HE DID NOT GRIEVE, BUT CHOSE TO LEAVE
AND PLOTTED TO BETRAY.
HE SOUGHT OUT THEN KING PERIS'S MEN;
HIS WORDS WERE COLD AND BLUNT,
"OH, SENTRY HOSTS, DESERT YOUR POSTS:
I OFFER YOU A HUNT."
The stag stopped and said bitterly, "Ill-rhymed, ill-
metered common trash. The song about my leading Huma is
doubtless long gone, but this wretched lyric - " His own ears
pricked up at the rancor in his voice, and he bounded after
the riding company.
He watched them look up at the rock and stare in awe at
the Forestmaster. The stag, remembering his own first
meeting with the Forestmaster, nursed his dark heart and
said nothing as the unicorn met the companions, fed them,
advised them.
Finally they were away, born aloft by pegasi. The stag
looked at the ridiculous bipeds, particularly the dwarf, and
felt contempt for the vileness of the winged horses'
servitude
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