Amongst the weary hounds refreshed with fury and triumph, Orion stepped
with his whip and drove them away from the monstrous dead body, and sent
the lash quivering round in a wide circle, while in his other hand he
took his sword and cut off the unicorn's head. He also took the skin of
the long white neck and brought it away dangling empty from the head.
All the while the hounds bayed and made eager rushes one by one at that
magical carcase whenever one saw a chance of eluding the whip; so that
it was long before Orion got his trophy, for he had to work as hard with
his whip as with his sword. But at last he had it slung by a leather
thong over his shoulders, the great horn pointing upwards past the right
side of his head, and the smeared skin hanging down along his back. And
while he arranged it thus he allowed his hounds to worry the body again
and taste that wonderful blood. Then he called to them and blew a note
on his horn and turned slowly home towards Erl, and they all followed
behind him. And the two foxes stole up to taste the curious blood, for
they had sat and waited for this.
While the unicorn was climbing his last hill Orion felt such fatigue
that he could have gone little further, but now that the heavy head hung
from his shoulders all his fatigue was gone and he trod with a lightness
such as he had in the mornings, for it was his first unicorn. And his
hounds seemed refreshed as though the blood they had lapped had some
strange power in it, and they came home riotously, gambolling and
rushing ahead as when newly loosed from their kennels.
Thus Orion came home over the downs in the night, till he saw the valley
before him full of the smoke of Erl, where one late light was burning in
a window of one of his towers. And, coming down the slopes by familiar
ways, he brought his hounds to their kennels; and just before dawn had
touched the heights of the downs he blew his horn before his postern
door. And the aged guardian of the door when he opened it to Orion saw
the great horn of the unicorn bobbing over his head.
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