But others said that the beast went by in the starlight, if beast it
were, and who could say it was a unicorn? And one said that in the
starlight it was hard to see it at all, and another said unicorns were
hard to recognize. And then they began to discuss the size and shape of
these beasts, and all the known legends that told of them, and came no
nearer to agreeing together whether or not their lord had hunted a
unicorn. Till at last Narl seeing that they would not thus come by the
truth, and deeming it necessary that the fact should be established one
way or the other forever, rose up and told them that the time had come
for the vote. So by a method they had of casting shells of various
colours into a horn that was passed from man to man, they voted about
the unicorn as Narl had commanded. And a hush fell, and Narl counted.
And it was seen to have been established by vote that there had been no
unicorn.
Sorrowfully then that parliament of Erl saw that their plans to have a
magic lord had failed; they were all old men, and the hope that they had
had for so long being gone they turned less easily to newer plans than
they had to the plan that they made so long ago. What should they do
now, they said? How come by magic? What could they do that the world
should remember Erl? Twelve old men without magic. They sat there over
their mead, and it could not lighten their sadness.
But Orion was away with his hounds near that great inlet of Elfland
where it lay as it were at high tide, touching the very grass of the
fields we know. He went there at evening when the horns blew clear to
guide him, and waited there all quiet at the edge of those fields for
the unicorns to steal across the border. For he hunted stags no more.
And as he went over those fields in the late afternoon folk working on
the farms would greet him cheerily; but when still he went eastwards
they spoke to him less and less, till at last when he neared the border
and still kept on they looked his way no more, but left him and his
hounds to their own devices.
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