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parents and grandparents whom the witch asked for help, and I'll grant you that they were as much to blame as Haggard, in their way. We would have handled the matter quite differently." And every middle-aged face in the room scowled at every older face.
One of the old men spoke up in a voice that wheezed and miaowed. "You would have done just as we did. There were crops to harvest and stock to tend, as there still is. There was Haggard to live with, as there still is. We know very well how you would have behaved. You are our children."
Drinn glowered him down, and other men began to shout spitefully, but the magician quieted them all by asking, "What was the curse? Could it have anything to do with the Red Bull?"
The name rang coldly, even in the bright room, and Molly felt suddenly lonely. On an impulse, she added her own ques-
don, though it had nothing to do with the conversation. "Have any of you ever seen a unicorn?"
It was then that she learned two things: the difference between silence and