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. "I
tried to avoid politics - once."
"A question of permission to enter, and of forced
entry, wasn't it?"
"It was." He added with uncustomary frankness, "A
question of entry by evil, and into these woods - which at
that time were not called Darken. Perhaps you remember
the stanzas - "
"I do." The stag sang, a little too eagerly for the king's
liking:
BUT ONE LONE GUARD FOREWARNED THE KING:
"THIS HUNT IS EVIL-STARRED;
FOR THOSE WITH ARMS AND POTENT CHARMS
AGAINST WHOM WE MUST GUARD
NO MORE WILL WAIT WITH EYES OF HATE
AND SOULS AND HEARTS OF GALL,
BUT PURGE THE WOOD OF LIGHT AND GOOD,
AND GODS FORGIVE US ALL."
He looked expectantly at King Peris, who sighed
hollowly and sang with as full a voice as a spirit could
muster:
STILL PERIS BOASTS, "STEP DOWN, MY HOSTS,
AND HEAR THE HUNTING-HORN,
LET MEN INVADE BOTH WOOD AND GLADE,
WE HUNT THE UNICORN."
He lowered his sword, which he had raised for emphasis.
"It wasn't that way at all, of course. And it wasn't rebellion,
or wilful treason, or any of those things. My men were
bored; I was bored. A hint or two from their commanding
officer - " he made a mock bow" - was all it took." He
looked around himself
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