He (the Red Bull) strode out a long way before he began to swim. The hugest waves broke no higher than his hocks, and the timid tide ran away from him. But when at last he let himself sink into the flood, then a great surge of the sea stood up behind him: a green and black swell, as deep and smooth and hard as the wind. It gathered in silence, folding from one horizon to the other, until for a moment it actually hid the Red Bull's humped shoulders and sloping back. Schemndric lifted the dead prince, and he and Molly ran until the cliff face stopped them. The wave fell like a cloudburst of chains.
Then the unicorns came out of the sea.
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