TWENTY-SIX
The men making bricks wished them luck as George and Melitta set off around the lake for the construction site. Melitta was unusually quiet, her eyes darting around as though searching for something. Perhaps she expected the unicorn to pop out of the trees to surprise her.
Did she know something about unicorns that he did not?
Probably. She seemed to know a lot about a lot of things, which constantly surprised him. He'd thought that court ladies spent all of their time drinking, talking, and perhaps sewing. Certainly nothing particularly useful. Maybe Melitta was different, or maybe he'd just been wrong. Yet if she had fit in so well in court, what was she doing out here with him? Unless the goddess of war was lying about running away from a marriage that her parents had arra
