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The dragon-man waved a claw. "We have no capacity
for desire." He made a face that could have been a smile.
"Or for love."
"You are happier than you know," the stag said,
mainly to himself. Aloud he repeated, "I have offered you
a unicorn hunt. Will you take my offer?"
The dragon-man considered. "How would we find
her?"
"You would not. I would, and you would follow. For
the rest - " The stag shrugged, his shoulders rippling the
motion up his well-muscled neck. "Surely you need not ask
me how to hunt and slay animals." An old ache reminded
him what this betrayal meant, to the lover as well as to the
loved. For one moment he had a vision of those teeth, those
claws, tearing at the shadowless white flesh of the
Forestmaster.
The dragon - draconian - had not moved for some time.
"We would do this for conquest, as well as for reasons we
will not share." He smiled, after his kind, with a great many
teeth. "Why would you do this?"
"For reasons I will not share." He finished more softly.
"For reasons which, apparently, would mean little to you."
More and more, the stag was wondering why scorned love
and thwarted desire meant much to himself. "I was not
aware that soldiers needed excuses, or perhaps you do not
feel up to your quarry
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