Almost as though her smile has been a flame that set a lantern shining, she found that she could see a little. She distinguished the shaggy head of her mount, and he was her own dear Wolf, And she could dimly see the shapes of the tress. Silvery light grew even stronger, and was in itself so lovely that she knew no evil things could live within it. 'It must be moonlight,' she thought, but yet she knew that no moonlight could get through the canopy of darkness overhead, whilst not even the moon had quite so wonderful a radiance.
And then, she saw him. A little white horse was cantering ahead of them, but for one flashing-moment she saw him perfectly, clear cut as cameo against the darkness, and the proud curve of his neck, the flowing white mane and tail, the flash of the silver hoofs, were utterly strange and yet familiar to her, as though eyes that had seen him before looked through her eyes had not until now looked steadily upon his beauty; she was not even surprised when he turned his lovely head a little and looked back at her that she saw a strange silver hoof sticking out of his forehead.
Her little white horse was a unicorn.
.....Extracted from "The Little White Horse" [Elizabeth Goudge]
This tale was something so cherished I re-read it eleven times a child.
Beats the record of Harry Potter---> Read merely four times.
Some matters happening in life astounds me Life in a dream. Beltrix =D I♥AEP
-A helpless ragdoll clinging precariously amidst the raging waves-
