TWENTY-FIVE
By the time the lake came into view between the trees, Melitta had to admit they had a good plan. The priest had not put in an appearance, so they'd decided to trap the beast and wait for the priest to come. When he did, they would demand payment, or release the unicorn.
The brick makers' camp was just as the priest had described it, and the men there were only too happy to direct them to the well. Melitta was tempted to walk around the lake right away, but she agreed with George that it was best to wait a day or two for the priest to catch up to them. Surely he couldn't be more than a day behind.
On the morrow, George told the men, he would save them from the unicorn. Cheers erupted and the labourers broke out a barrel of mead they'd been saving for a special occasion. Me
