And in the whiteness, of the whiteness, flowering in the tattered water, their bodies aching with the streaked marble hollows of the waves, their manes and tails and the fragile beards of the males burning in the sunlight, their eyes as dark and jeweled as the deep sea -- and the shining of the horns, the seashell shining of the horns! The horns came riding in like the rainbow masts of silver ships.
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