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CALLING THE UNICORN

copyright 1999 by Nora M. Mulligan

"Come on, Elisa, tuck your skirt around your legs, just like that, yes, beautiful," said Lady Green, fussing around Elisa. Elisa was about ready to scream.

"Now, now, don't make that face, dear," said Lady Rose. "You know the unicorn won't come for you unless you have a pretty face. Smile, dear, yes, a nice smile, just like that."

If they knew why I'm smiling, Elisa thought, they wouldn't be so happy. She was imagining the unicorn running wild, chasing the Ladies of the Hunt all over the meadow, poking them in the butts with its horn. She imagined their squeals, the way they would trip over their long skirts.

Lady Azure took Elisa's chin in her hand. Uh-oh, thought Elisa. This is the one to watch out for. "You are not thinking proper thoughts, Elisa," she said sternly. "I can tell by looking at you."

Everybody knew that Lady Azure was the smartest of the Ladies of the Hunt. Elisa forced the image of the unicorn out of her mind. "I'm trying, Lady Azure," she said.

"Try harder, Elisa. This is your Day, you know. You have been training for it for the last five years. You must concentrate, and think the proper thoughts. You know perfectly well -- "

Elisa knew what was coming. She rolled her eyes and dropped into the same singsong tone Lady Azure used. The other Ladies all chorused with her.

"The Quality of Our Thoughts Calls the Unicorn," they all said together.

Lady Azure frowned. "I am concerned about you, Elisa. Are you certain that you drank the potion this morning?"

"Oh, yes, Lady Azure." It had tasted vile, Elisa thought, like dandelions mixed with dog droppings. She almost vomited it up.

Lady Azure released Elisa's chin and turned to Lady Green. "She didn't have any side effects, did she?"

"Not that I noticed, no."

"Hmm." Lady Azure did not look encouraged. "All right, Elisa, this is your opportunity to show us all the quality of your thoughts. Remember, your whole future depends on your ability to call the unicorn. No man will want a girl who could not lure a unicorn to her by the purity of her thoughts."

As if that's the only thing that's important, thought Elisa. She'd seen the boys of her cohort, and she couldn't imagine marrying any of them. In fact, she could hardly stand working with them now. It would be worse when they were bound for life. The very thought made her shudder.

"Are you cold?" asked Lady Rose solicitously. "You could move a little into the light, though not too far. You don't want to have another incident, you know."

"It wasn't an incident. I got some natural color in my cheeks for a change!" She'd forgotten, on purpose, to wear the special cream when she and the other maidens had gone for one of their walks six weeks before. She could still remember the horror of the Ladies when they saw the red of her face. Idiots, thought Elisa. They'd keep her wrapped in cotton wool all her life if they had the chance.

"Still, this is your Day," said Lady Rose, her tone a bit disapproving now. "You want to look your best, you know."

You want me to look my best, thought Elisa. I couldn't care less about how I look. She didn't bother to say it. They would be shocked, of course, and sometimes that was kind of amusing, but right now she just wanted them to leave her alone. Get this stupid charade over with, once and for all, she thought.

Lady Green adjusted Elisa's flower garland so that it just rested above her ears. "There," she said. "Perfect."

Lady Rose tilted her head, looking away from Elisa. "They're starting the music," she said. "Hear it? Elisa, you need to concentrate on the music and think light, happy thoughts. The unicorn has been seen in the wood."

"Along with monsters," Elisa said. So much for my resolve, she thought. I should have kept my mouth shut.

"Don't think about the monsters," said Lady Azure peremptorily. "Your thoughts are heard, you know. Think about the unicorn. Show the virtues of your years of training."

My five wasted years, thought Elisa. Five years of listening to ninnies like Lady Rose talk about gentleness and virtue and yielding. Five years of making daisy chains with the other girls, and trying on clothes, and practicing hairstyles, and meditating on those stupid stories. When Elisa thought of all the things she could have been doing during those five years, all the adventures she could have had, she wanted to throw things at everybody in the castle.

"You're not concentrating." Lady Azure's slightly stern voice cut through Elisa's reverie. "Listen to the music, Elisa. Pay attention. You will not get a second chance."

That was the only good thing, as far as Elisa was concerned. She didn't even know what happened to maidens who couldn't call the unicorns. Probably they disappeared. What was a maiden worth if she didn't have a unicorn bonded to her? She could only do magic with her unicorn companion, and since nobody wanted a maiden who couldn't do magic, her life would be ruined.

Elisa thought her life had already been ruined. Thinking now of the years ahead, of the constant care she would have to give the unicorn, protecting its delicacy with her own, performing magic for her husband and her family all the time, she shuddered again. There had to be a way out. Even disappearing was better than that prospect.

"Elisa!" Lady Azure's voice was as sharp as Elisa had ever heard it. "Concentrate on the unicorn and stop this nonsense. Now, we will start the chant before we leave."

That was the one thing Elisa had feared. Once they started the chant, she would fall into that trance state. There was nothing she could do to stop herself. And once she was in the trance state, she knew that she would send out her deepest desires, and the unicorn was bound to hear them and respond to them. She was trapped. She tried the technique she'd been practicing when she should have been studying. Sometimes she could block out the effect of the chant that way.

No, it wasn't working. The old language, which she didn't understand, worked its way into her ears. Probably that potion she'd taken that morning had reduced her willpower, or her strength, or something. She could feel herself joining in, her mouth forming the sounds. A small part of Elisa still protested, but she couldn't stop herself. Her eyelids felt immensely heavy. Surely she could just close her eyes for a second, and she would feel better. The sound of the Ladies drifted away. The sun dappling through the branches of the trees felt cooler on her skin. She was sinking, sinking. Now she saw the color of her desires floating away from her, like a cloud with her at the center. It was just the way they'd always claimed it would be. Of course, she couldn't remember any of them saying that the color would be dark red like that, but they might not have thought it important. She watched, through closed eyelids, the waves of color. Yes, she thought drowsily, it's a strong, powerful color. I'm glad it's not pastel.

She wasn't even surprised when the other color tinged the outer edges of her color. A response, she thought dimly. My call is successful. I suppose that's a good thing. At least the responding color was also red, and not pink, or lavender. She watched the new color wash through hers, and she thought she could hear the faint sounds of music, like kettledrums, perhaps, or bass notes. It wasn't exactly what she'd expected a unicorn's call to sound like, but perhaps she hadn't been paying attention in class.

The two colors had blended, and the new red, more orange than red, had begun to seep towards Elisa when she heard the sounds from far away. The Ladies had, she knew, been watching from a distance, as they always did. She had been able to tune out their sounds before, but now she heard them. The tone wasn't right. She thought someone was screaming. How very odd.

The touch of the unicorn broke through her trance, a gentle nudge on her knee. That would be his muzzle, she thought. She sighed resignedly. I should have known better than to try to fight all that tradition, she told herself. Then she opened her eyes to see her unicorn.

It crouched on the ground before her, its front legs folded under its chest, its great head tilted down so that it could look into her eyes. Elisa caught her breath in wonder and delight. She gazed at its broad, leathery wings, its magnificent claws, the scales that covered its body like a snake's, the way its color changed with the dappling of the light. Its eyes were deep and red, and Elisa could swear they looked at her with amusement, and a touch of mischief. Thin tendrils of smoke curled out of its nostrils as it regarded her.

Elisa stood up. The Ladies were screaming from their blind with the musicians, but she didn't pay any attention to them. She knew they wouldn't approach. They would be too afraid that her beast would attack them.

"Why are you here?" she asked the creature.

It laughed, showing large, pointed teeth. "You called me, Elisa. No one of your kind has ever called a dragon before. I had to come. We are of one essence, you and I."

She reached out and stroked its long, sinuous neck. The dragon had given the first part of the formula. She merely had to complete the task. "I bond with you. You are like to me, and I to you. I will care for you for the rest of my life."

The dragon laughed again. "Actually," it said, "we don't require too much care. There's nothing delicate about us."

"That's just as well," said Elisa. She felt light all over, as if huge weights had been removed from her limbs. "I'm not good at ministering to delicate creatures anyway."

"I knew that. Come, Elisa. Shall we fly?"

She had already begun scrambling up on its back even before it voiced the invitation. Her dress got in the way, so she hiked it up. Much better. Her thighs rested on the warm, smooth skin of the dragon. She sat comfortably just ahead of its shoulder blades, and she wrapped her arms around the base of its neck. "Absolutely," she said.

As her dragon lifted into the sky, Elisa looked down at the little clearing, where all the Ladies jumped up and down, shouting at her. The wind rushed past Elisa's face, blowing the garland off her hair. So long, suckers, she thought. As they shrank into insignificance, she turned all her attention to her dragon, and the new life before her.

THE END

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