"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.
'I am called Schmendrick the Magician,' he answered.
-from The Last Unicorn (book) 1968