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"The unicorn halted in her last desperate round of the cage, realizing for the first time
that the magician understood her speech. He smiled, and she saw that his face was
frighteningly young for a grown man - unraveled by time, unvisited by grief or wisdom.
'I know you,' he said.

The bars whispered wickedly between them.
The unicorn asked the tall man, 'Who are you?'

'I am called Schmendrick the Magician,' he answered.
'You won't have heard of me.'"

-from The Last Unicorn (book) 1968

Schmendrick's Keep