The Unicorn

The way by which they had arrived was barred by a sheer wall. Kirk looked at the others. Each had a backpack bulging with provisions; Spock also carried the scroll and phaser while Sulu had the map.

"Ayrond, what's happening?" Kirk asked.

The mage shrugged. "The magic of the Book is puissant here. We must find another exit." He muttered an incantation and the wall behind them dissolved to reveal two dark tunnels stretching in different directions.

"Well, how do we decide which one to use, Captain?" Sulu asked.

Spellfire hovered above them. "Simple logic," Spock replied as he sent a ball of light spinning down one passageway.

The mage chuckled and sent a second globe along the other. "Your choice, sire."

Kirk hefted the spear in his hand but it was unresponsive so he stared along both ways, saw nothing but bare stone walls and shrugged. So you're not going to help me this time, Evilsbane.

Why are you addressing the spear, Captain? It cannot communicate with you by speech.

Kirk grimaced. Have you any better ideas, Spock?

There was silence and, with a grin, Kirk moved down the right hand path. They walked for hours until a faint light could be seen in the distance. Spock extinguished the spellfire as they cautiously moved forward. The Vulcan detected the smell of vegetation, and convinced now that they were on the correct way out the companions increased their speed. As they drew nearer the exit, Kirk could almost breathe in the fresh air.

A sudden harsh trumpeting sound pierced the stillness. They stopped abruptly. "Vat can that b..b...be?" Chekov asked in a shaky voice. "A vild animal?"

"Steady, Ensign," Kirk said. "Ayrond, what would make such a noise?" The mage shuddered and turned his face away. "Ayrond, what is it? Do you know?"

The elderly man did not turn back. "I was mistaken. The wood is not safe any more. Evil's servants are here."

"Who? Tell us," Kirk ordered.

"It is the manticore, one of the most terrifying creatures in the whole of Arigol. It normally lives far from here." He slowly faced them, his eyes wide with fear. "It has a head like a man, but on the body of a wild animal. The creature tears its victim apart with the sharp claws of its four legs then eats the flesh with its three rows of vicious teeth. Its tail shoots barbs of poison in all directions and if hit, the very trees drip with blood. I beg you, Saviours of Arigol, take great care. The manticore is swift and deadly to all life but its favourite food is human flesh."

Kirk listened to the description. "Can we take it on with a phaser, spear and sword?" he asked. "Or can magic defeat it?" He cursed his oversight in not testing the phaser earlier. Yet McCoy's tricorder functioned. As if reading his mind, Spock took the weapon from the rucksack.

"Perhaps a sleep spell could render the beast harmless," Ayrond suggested. "Then we could kill it."

He looked at the exit, so close to them now, and sighed. If the manticore was outside and aware of their presence, there might be little they could do against it.

Kirk frowned. "Why should we kill it? Surely it'll be enough to make it sleep long enough for us to escape."

"You do not understand, sire. It is one of Evil's servants. If it is not killed, then it will summon others."

The blast of the manticore's strident tone increased in intensity. Its shadow darkened the opening and now softer sounds were discernible - female voices crying in agony. Kirk started to run, the others following him closely.

"Wait," Ayrond cried as he struggled to keep up with them. "Beware the creature. Do not allow it to see you."

They reached the tunnel's entrance and Kirk cautiously peered out. What he saw there made him recoil in disgust. The manticore, which was as large as a pony, indiscriminately shot tiny black darts at majestic old oaks. Red blood streamed down the wood and nymphs lay screaming, their bodies struck by the deadly missiles, at the base of their trees.

Kirk sprinted towards the beast, his spear aimed directly at its neck. Spock overtook him, the phaser set on stun. Sulu followed brandishing his sword while the others searched for something to use as a weapon. As if sensing their approach the manticore turned, opening its mouth in a deafening blast, and raised its heavy tail displaying the quivering black darts.

Spock fired. The creature bellowed as it struggled against the stun force but the Vulcan increased the setting and the manticore slowly slid to the ground and was still. Kirk walked over to the beast. It was like nothing he had ever seen before. A strange mix of lion, scorpion and man.

The others joined them and the mage stared at Spock with awe. "Your magic is most powerful, Lord Halfling."

"Science, sir," the Vulcan replied absently, his attention drawn to the phaser in his hand.

"Science?" The mage sounded out the unfamiliar word. "As you wish, but the manticore must be killed. It is evil. Look at the destruction it has wrought."

Ayrond indicated the damaged trees. The once healthy bark was deteriorating before their eyes as the life force of the sobbing nymphs ebbed away. McCoy and Chapel tended the young women but after short examinations, the doctor looked up and shook his head.

"The wounds seem to be poisoned, Jim. Dammit, I can't isolate it. It's working too fast. There's nothing we can do." His eyes were full of pain as he turned to exchange a glance with the nurse. She was comforting a young girl who lay gasping for breath, her waif-like body pierced by darts.

"If her tree dies, the nymph cannot survive. She is bound to it by a mystical force which none can understand. It is a law of nature. There is no magic which can cure them," Ayrond said sadly. "If you allow the manticore to live, it will destroy all the others in its path. You must kill it."

Kirk looked at Spock and sensed the inevitability of the creature's death even from the peaceable Vulcan. It was against his instincts to kill in cold blood but the agony of these lovely young nymphs hardened his heart. He lifted his spear.

"Allow me to help, Captain," Sulu said, his voice and features grim.

Kirk saw the same determination on Uhura and Chekov's faces. He nodded and as he drove the spear down into the lion-like body, Sulu sliced the creature's neck from its shoulders. Black blood spilled onto the grass shrivelling every blade it touched. Sulu swiftly stepped back, holding the sword away from his body.

Kirk withdrew the spear, wiped the metal on the manticore's corpse and stood straight. He tried not to show his revulsion but knew that Spock was only too aware of it.

There was no other action you could have taken, Jim.

Kirk did not answer. The decision had not been taken lightly, but he knew there had been no choice and attempted to dismiss his qualms. He placed the spear down and, with the others, went to comfort the dying nymphs. One by one, as their trees shrivelled to lifeless husks, they whimpered and sank into death. When all were still, the eight companions sat quietly. Tears slid down Uhura's face and as Sulu placed an arm around her, his eyes were moist. Chekov muttered under his breath and wiped at his face. McCoy held his head between his hands, whilst Chapel stared out into the wood at the sea of faces which peered at them from the remaining living trees. Ayrond bent his head down and wept.

Spock watched his captain but Kirk waved the concern aside. "It was the right decision to kill the manticore. Look what it did to these lovely creatures. What a tragedy."

As the Vulcan sent reassurance to Kirk he said, "The other dryads watch us, Jim," he said.

Kirk glanced at the pale faces. "I know."

"Sir," said Spock. "I have just examined this phaser. It was fully charged when I brought it through but it is now almost depleted. It is useless unless a way can be found to recharge it but I believe it to be incompatible with the workings of this universe.

"Spock, not now," Kirk began but he caught himself. It was important to remain as dispassionate about this as possible. Their very lives were at stake. "Thank you. Try to find a way to recharge it, Spock."

"Yes, sir."

Kirk met Ayrond's eyes. "How long does the blood remain poisonous?"

"You must wash the sword and spear in the river. Its purity will destroy Evil's blood."

"And what of the bodies?" he asked.

"Leave them. The tree nymphs will tend their own."

Kirk led his party away from the dead. As soon as they were clear, the other dryads clustered round, lifted the slight bodies and bore them away into the wood. When all were gone a tall regal woman of indeterminate age, emerged from the copse of trees. She wore translucent garments which appeared to ripple and change like the waters of a stream. Her long dark hair, held in place by a circlet of gold, hung to her waist in masses of curls.

"Lady," the mage murmured, bowing reverently. "You honour us. May I present to you, the Saviours of the Prophecy who have journeyed through the void to help Arigol in her darkest hour."

Kirk stared at the woman for a long moment but remembering his manners, he inclined his head in greeting, his crew following his example. He had no idea who she was, but if the mage showed her such courtesy then she must be on their side. He gave a slight start. Their side. Somehow he had begun to accept their presence in this land of magic and even believe that it was meant to be. Stranger things had happened during the course of his career. Maybe not stranger but the time travel and mirror universe experiences were just as unbelievable at first.

Indeed, the incidents concerning Gary Seven and Captain Christopher indicate that the Enterprise was instrumental in shaping history on both of those occasions, Spock's mind voice answered him.

Yes, so why can't we be the heroes of the legend?

Before Spock could reply, the woman stepped forward. "I am Wynonna, Lady of the River." She sank down into a deep curtsey and bowed her head. "Please partake of its waters. Purify both spear and sword from the blood of the manticore."

Kirk shook his head in surprise at her name. He walked forward, held out his hand and, clasping her slender fingers within his, he raised the woman to her feet. "Thank you, Lady Wynonna." He smiled at her. "Your name is not unlike my mother's."

She returned the smile. "I am honoured, sire." She studied the other six, her gaze resting the longest on Spock.

Kirk introduced them by name then added, "We're unfamiliar with your land and its customs. Can you tell us what special properties your river possesses?"

"It flows from the mountains of Elvenhome where Evil cannot reach. Great power lies within its waters, Come with me, sire."

With a glance at the others to follow, Kirk accompanied the ethereal woman deep into the wood until they looked down into a small valley to where a clear, sparkling river flowed. They walked down the gentle slope to the water's edge and Wynonna sank onto the grass.

"Fill your bottles with my river's bounty and you will never go thirsty in Arigol. Your flasks will always replenish themselves whilst within your possession. This my gift to you for saving my sisters from the manticore."

"Your sisters, my lady?" Uhura asked.

Wynonna nodded gravely. "Yes, Lady Queen. They are simple, frivolous creatures but they nurture the trees as I do my waterway. We are all daughters of Arigol."

The communications officer looked puzzled. "Do you mean that you're related by blood, or are you speaking about the sisterhood of all females."

Wynonna laughed softly. "Ah, I understand. The tree-nymphs and I share the same mother, but our fathers were different."

Uhura ran her fingers through her hair. "I see. Then your mother's name shares the same name as the land?"

"My mother is the land." Wynonna indicated the fast moving flow of her river. "Drink, Heroes of the Prophecy."

"She's saying that the land must have taken a female form and borne children," Christine murmured. "It's a recurring theme in legend."

"This is becoming more unbelievable by the minute," McCoy hissed.

"Quiet, Doctor," Kirk reprimanded. He knelt by Wynonna, filled his water bottle from the river and took a sip from it. The taste was even purer than Altair water. "It's delicious," he said.

Wynonna smiled serenely, and watched as everyone drank then filled their bottles. "Now cleanse the weapons."

Kirk and Sulu lowered the spear and sword into the water. There was a sharp hiss and the liquid bubbled as steam rose from the submerged weapons. Wynonna passed her hands above the surface and both sword and spear rose slowly into the air, sparkling brilliantly in the sunlight. Evilsbane twisted in mid-air and aimed itself for Kirk's hand like a homing device. He grasped its shaft and watched as Sulu reached for his sword before it fell.

"Lady, how have Evil's minions penetrated the wood?" Ayrond asked.

Wynonna's face was shadowed for a moment. "He grows stronger as more join him. Some say he seeks to persuade the dragon-kind to his cause. It is the end of Arigol, Arch-Mage. None can stop Evil's force."

"That's not true," Kirk answered before Ayrond could speak. "We are here to assist you and your people, but you must also help yourselves. You and your kin must use every means available to fight Medrikhor. If not then all that you have will die, just as your sisters did. Is that what you want, Wynonna? If you're destroyed and your river is polluted, the creatures which rely on its bounty will have no sustenance. They will also die."

Her large dark eyes filled with tears. "Sire, it must not be so. I beg of you to stay and protect us."

"I can't for we have many tasks ahead of us. You must summon your kin and tell them of our presence. Use all your power to prevent any more of Medrikhor's servants entering your wood. We'll help where we can."

Ayrond watched Kirk with shining eyes. His plan was working at last. The King had accepted his fate. The prophecy would come to pass. He listened as the King's silver tongue persuaded the river goddess to rally her family and not accept their deaths at Evil's hands. The mage could see how the others were being swept up with his words. Even the eldritch Prince was fascinated by his King's speech. Ayrond clasped his hands together, breathed deeply of the pure air and offered a silent thanks to the world mother.

Wynonna lifted Kirk's hand and pressed a kiss upon it. With a brilliant smile she waded into the river and, in the manner of naiads, her body slowly dissolved as she became one with the water under her protection. The seven heroes stepped back from the edge, staring at the transformation. The Youth's mouth dropped open in astonishment.

"Fascinating," Spock remarked.

They all looked at the mage for an explanation. Ayrond shrugged. "It is water-magic," he said.

"We'll accept that for the moment," Kirk said with a touch of humour in his tone. "I seem to have become more involved than I intended."

Spock moved to his side. "Captain, you must do as your instincts direct."

"Are you telling me to use instinct and not logic?" Kirk asked.

Spock raised his eyebrow. "I only suggest that your instincts, thus far, have been as successful here as logic. Perhaps they may prove superior."

"Well, now I'll believe in nymphs, wizards and goblins!" McCoy exclaimed. "Spock has proclaimed human instincts superior to his Vulcan logic."

"In such an illogical environment, Doctor," Spock commented. "I am positive that your own abilities will also be most effective."

"Well, thank you, Spock." McCoy hesitated, frowned then spluttered, "Why you green-blooded, pointy-eared elf. You just insulted me. I think."

Laughter swept the small group. Ayrond studied them with fascination. What interesting people they were. Truly from another place but full of integrity, decency and unknown alien magic.

"Bones, Spock," Kirk exclaimed. "You two are impossible."

"My liege, the time has come for us to depart." Ayrond urged.

"Where are we headed, Ayrond?" Kirk asked. "And what do we do when we get there? We've gone along with you so far but it's time to tell us more. And as for these rhymes. You seem to be the only one who can make any sense of them."

The mage nodded. "Yes, sire. I do have some understanding of the prophecy and will advise you where possible. I believe though we should first seek out the unicorn. She will lead us to the harper who lives hidden deep within the wood, protected by a spell of invisibility which I cannot breach. He will guide us further."

Kirk looked round the group before answering, "Very well, Ayrond. Lead the way."

"I cannot tell the way, sire. Only she who speaks the bestial tongue, the Lady Uhura, may inquire of the animal-kin.

Kirk turned to his communications officer. "Looks like it's up to you, Uhura."

"Aye, sir," she replied. "But how do I go about it?"

At Ayrond's suggestion, Uhura sat down and sang. The others listened in silence and soon even the birds had stilled their singing as the ballad of love conquering evil unfolded. As Uhura began a second tune, Kirk noticed movement amongst the trees; woodland creatures slowly approaching. He motioned the others back, until there was a space around the communications officer. They all watched warily in case she was threatened but the animals moved closer and settled down peacefully at her feet. A raven alighted on the tree behind her.

The song faded into the stillness and Uhura glanced round at the wild creatures. She was obviously surprised but did not allow that to divert her from her purpose. "Do any of you know where the unicorn may be found?"

There was a squawk from the raven. Uhura tilted her head to one side, her face glowing as she listened intently to the bird's harsh, rasping sounds. "I see," she said. "Will you guide us?"

The bird flew upwards and perched on a higher branch. It screeched and spread its wings as Uhura stood, brushed down her clothing and said, "It will lead us to the unicorn."

Sulu had been staring at her in amazement. "You actually understand that bird?"

She grinned impishly. "I agree it's rather strange but he did speak to me."

"Strange is an understatement!" Chekov exclaimed. "In Russian folklore, ravens are birds of ill omen. I don't think ve should trust it." His eyes were alight with fervour and a certain fear.

"That's true," Christine agreed, "but in some mythologies they were considered birds of prophecy. Ayrond, what is their function here?"

"Truly, my lady, I am uncertain. They are not evil birds, however, the people have no love for them. It is said that they are harbingers of doom."

"Can we trust it?" Kirk asked.

"I do not know, sire. It is difficult to tell."

"What did it say to you, Uhura? Do you trust it?" Kirk asked, although somewhere in his mind he was questioning the ludicrous idea of inquiring about the motives of a bird.

"He can take us to the unicorn." She pointed south. "I can't understand its terms of distance but I don't think it's too far. As for trusting it, I just can't tell, sir. I'm sorry."

Kirk studied the raven. It seemed harmless enough but one never knew. Well, the decision was his to make no matter the oddness of the circumstances. "We'll go along with it but everyone remain alert."

They walked in single file up the slope. The bird flew high above them as they struggled through tangled undergrowth onto a narrow trail. Uhura led with Kirk at her back, Spock, Chapel, McCoy, Ayrond, Chekov and Sulu bringing up the rear. The communications officer unerringly kept her footing but some of the others, hampered by their height, were forced to bend under the hanging vines and low branches. Bruised shoulders and painfully caught hair was the price paid as they negotiated the path.

A shrill whinny stopped them in their tracks. Uhura listened intently and raised her hand for silence as the others began to talk. Kirk waited patiently although his instinct for immediate action urged him to move. He had grown up around horses and knew the sound of one in distress.

"She cries for help, Captain," said Uhura at last. "'The child is hurt' is the closest approximation I can give you."

Kirk nodded and waved her on. Uhura walked to where the raven sat on a tree stump. The bird squawked a few harsh notes then flew off. "He says the unicorn is in the clearing beyond those large oaks." Uhura translated.

"All right. This might be a trap. We must be careful." Kirk lifted his spear. "Uhura get back. Stay close to Sulu."

"Aye, sir," she responded.

Kirk led the way to the massive oaks. "Take cover," he ordered as he flattened himself against a gnarled trunk. Spock moved to his side and the others concealed themselves behind adjoining trees. They were about to see a creature whose beauty and strength were lauded in many legends. Kirk could scarcely restrain his eagerness but a little lingering doubt remained. What if only a horse awaited them in the clearing?

The whinnying grew more frantic. Spock was receiving strong impressions of helplessness and near panic. He and his captain carefully edged around the tree trunk and looked out into the clearing. Kirk's astonishment flooded into Spock's mind but the Vulcan barely felt it as he absorbed the startling sight before them.

It was the most beautiful creature Spock had ever seen. Her pure white coat and single twisted alabaster horn shone like silver in the sunlight, highlighting the lethal tip. The unicorn whinnied again and on seeing them she reared up menacingly, kicking her front hoofs in the air.

Spock's sharp eyes glimpsed movement behind the animal. He edged sideways and as the unicorn landed on all fours then reared again, he saw what she was protecting. The little beast, barely half a metre high, stood awkwardly on the ground with one rear leg bent at an unnatural angle, caught in a jagged metal trap. Its fluffy coat was covered with dirt and its tiny nub of a horn was black. The fear emanating from the baby unicorn was so intense it penetrated his shields and determined to free it, he moved forward.

"Spock," Kirk called.

The adult unicorn pawed the air, the hard hoofs and sharp horn dangerously close to his head. I must do this, Jim.

"Do not fear for him, sire," the mage reassured then called out, "My prince, remember the prophecy."

Spock did not spare the time to acknowledge the old man's words as he warily watched the unicorn's attempt to defend her young. It was imperative to show her that he posed no threat so he slowly settled into a crosslegged position on the grass, concentrating on sending out soothing thoughts to the terrified animals. The exercise would calm his mind and logically both creatures should respond.

The magnificent beast whinnied again but there was a softer tone to the sound. She lowered her forelegs, then stood still, her piercing lilac eyes gazing at him with confusion. Behind her there was a whimper. The mother bent her noble head, turned to her trapped foal and gently nuzzled at the unformed horn. The young animal neighed, crying like a hurt child as its mother tried to comfort it.

Spock heard the sympathetic murmurs behind him.. He knew everyone wanted to help but if they approached without the unicorn's permission then she would kill them. Do not allow anyone near, he instructed his captain. I will attempt to gain her trust.

Be careful, my friend. That horn looks deadly.

Spock acknowledged the warning and continued to watch the foal which was so weak it could barely stand up. Impassivity was normally easy for the Vulcan but the little creature's suffering was difficult to bear. He called on his years of discipline, schooling himself to patience and finally was rewarded when the mother left the foal and turned to face him. Her sad eyes, once again, studied him and taking a risk he held out a hand to her.

The unicorn took a hesitant step forward. She sniffed the air then, apparently reassured, pranced the short distance to his outstretched fingers. Her delicate nostrils blew gently onto his skin before the warm horse's lips nuzzled at him. Spock allowed her to do as she willed. She seemed to sense his acceptance and with wet nose and mouth, she sniffed, licked, nibbled and poked at his hair, face and fingers.

The investigation finished, the proud creature settled down on her haunches beside Spock and gently placed her head on his lap. Spock took a deep breath. He touched the smooth neck, stroking it gently, before moving his fingers to the animal's head. With extreme care he caressed the white forehead until he reached the base of the horn and the access points which would enable him to meld with her. Trustingly she looked up at him and closed her eyes.

Although the configuration of the unicorn's brain was different from any he had touched in the past, Spock, with all the skill gained during his years in space, was able to contact her. He explained their reasons for being here, in simple terms, and offered their help. She accepted all that he told her and, with a triumphant neigh, scrambled to her feet. Spock stood up and she nudged him, with the side of her head, towards the foal.

Spock knelt before the terrified little creature. He stroked its head comfortingly, sending soothing thoughts before he bent to the task of breaking open the iron trap which held it so cruelly. The foal shivered slightly as he touched the damaged leg but bravely nuzzled the back of Spock's head as he widened the space between the serrated edges of the trap. It was enough to allow the torn and bloodied limb to be gently freed and shaking with weakness and relief, the foal collapsed onto the ground. The mother licked her baby's leg clean but Spock, knowing the animal would need medical treatment, dared to resume mind-contact.

Noble unicorn, may I know thy name? he asked.

Her response was immediate. Chladagh, Queen of the horse-kin. My poor child is named Deven.

I thank thee, Chladagh, Queen of the horse-kin. I am Spock of Vulcan. Two of my companions are healers. May they look at Deven?

The unicorn was silent for only a moment before she gave permission. The Vulcan stood up, walked over to his crewmates and told them of the creature's willingness to accept their help. Kirk's smile was full of pride, but Spock controlled his body's flush and walked with McCoy and Christine to the mother and foal, melded with the unicorn again as the baby was treated, and gave her further details of their quest here.

Spock of Vulcan. The unicorn's thoughts were awash with curiosity and Spock revised his earlier classification of her being an animal. Chladagh was intelligent. There was no doubt about that.

Such a strange name for one of the elven-folk, the unicorn continued. Yet the mage has brought you from the fabled land across the void. Perhaps it is different there.

You are wise, Chladagh. I am unsure of my powers here. Will you assist me?

I sense in you the most formidable power in all of Arigol, Spock-Elven Prince. You will learn to use it.

Coming out of the meld, Spock turned to see both doctor and nurse stroking the foal. Deven whinnied, scrambled to stand, tested its weight on shaky legs and snorted happily through his tiny nostrils. McCoy and Christine laughed and Spock could scarcely control the smile which threatened his own control as the tiny creature trotted over, released a pungent odour through his rear end and flopped down at Spock's feet.

McCoy waved his hand in the air. "Whew!" he exclaimed with a grimace. "Some thanks it gives us."

Spock ignored the assault on his sense of smell, and sat crosslegged beside the foal, allowing him to snuggle into his lap. He stroked the soft skin and scratched the tiny nub of horn causing the animal to neigh softly in delight. The mother nuzzled at Spock's head and nibbled at his neck, her contentment and gratitude spreading through him along with the foal's drowsy thoughts.

He looked up to see McCoy and Chapel watching him. "I wish we could capture this, Doctor," the nurse said wistfully.

"We can with the medicorder," McCoy replied with a wicked grin.

"No, Doctor," Spock commanded. Although he was pleased that the unicorn trusted him, he did not wish to have such a record available if they ever returned to their own universe. It was sufficiently uncomfortable that his shipmates would remember.

Kirk came to his rescue. "I think we should keep the tricorder for medical purposes only. That would be the 'logical' thing to do."

"Indeed, Captain. Eminently logical," Spock agreed.

Kirk smiled in his particularly mischievous lop-sided way. You fraud. All that Vulcan non-emotion and look how these animals latch onto you. I'm beginning to suspect you're a real soft touch, Spock.

Really, Captain. Insults are not within your prerogative as my commanding officer.

Sorry, Mr Spock. Jim's tone was far from repentant. "Now let's get some answers. Who set the trap?"

Spock, in his effort to free the foal, had not thought to ask that of the unicorn. But it was a logical question. In a wood where all were meant to live free from evil, why had such a trap been placed?

Ayrond stroked his beard as Kirk asked that question. "None except those in Medrikhor's pay would dare hunt in the wood, sire. Someone has been subverted to his cause. How else would the manticore have breached the protective wards? How else could the trap have been set? We must beware of all whom we meet until we are assured of their trustworthiness."

"I agree. We'll proceed with extreme caution." Kirk knelt by his first officer. "Will she take us to the harper?"

"I will ask, Captain." Spock replied. He stroked the unicorn's head and after a moment's communion with her confirmed, "She will guide us."

"Good. When the foal's ready we should go."

Spock stroked the small creature's head. "That may be difficult. He is asleep."

Kirk sighed, wiped the sweat from his forehead and sat back on his heels. "If it's safe here, maybe we can rest for a while too.

"It is safe, sire," the mage replied. "The unicorn would know of Evil's presence. She is a noble creature."

"Yet, the foal was caught in the trap," Kirk replied.

The mage looked over at the ugly piece of metal. "Sire, such a device is beyond a unicorn's knowledge. I suspect the foal strayed from his mother's side. I am sure she would have sensed the dark magic if she had been present."

Spock listened and silently agreed. The unicorn had indeed been aware of the danger in the clearing but had been unable to stop her headstrong child's game of hide and seek. The foal had been trapped before his mother could prevent it. Her self-reproach was bitter but overlaid with relief now that her child was safe. She licked at Spock's hand and settled down beside him, her lovely lilac eyes regarding both him and the foal with maternal affection.

They rested for a time, glad of the peace after the nightmarish incident with the manticore. Spock was aware of the curious glances he was receiving but considered it beneath his dignity to show it. He drank the pure water and thought of the legend of the unicorn which - like many of Earth's tales - was most peculiar. Why should the creature trust one who was virgin over one with sexual experience? Especially when, according to the tales, hunters would exploit this knowledge to trap the unicorn. He tuned his thoughts to the link he shared with Jim. Perhaps the human would know the answer.

Kirk's eyes widened and he smiled. I, um, don't know, Spock. I guess in Earth's barbaric past, they believed many strange things. The innocence of the young, especially, was believed to have great power. In some cultures boys and girls were sacrificed to appease the 'gods'.

Indeed, then it is fortunate that was not asked of us, Spock commented.

I wouldn't permit that, Spock. Hell, it's just lucky one of us qualified for the task of controlling the unicorn.

Luck, Captain? It is the Vulcan way.

Spock stroked the foal, the warmth of the little creature in his lap as pleasurable as his pet sehlat, I-Chaya, had been so many years ago. As he awaited his friend's response, there was an angry whinny from the adult unicorn. Spock sat up. Chladagh's ears pricked; her teeth bared. She snorted and sidled away, her tail raised in the air.

Deven woke, struggled to his feet and trotted over to his mother, where he nestled his head against her side, but Chladagh nudged him to an ancient tree which lowered its foliage to completely hide the young creature.

The mage lifted his staff and closed his eyes, whilst the others stood around in confusion.

"What do you think it is, Spock?" Kirk asked.

Spock reached out telepathically. Something was there. A coldness, dank, harsh, and dirty. "Something approaches, Captain. Something evil."

Sulu unsheathed his sword. Chekov, Chapel and Uhura began to scrabble around, picking up stones, branches, rocks; anything which could be used as a weapon. Kirk raised his spear in readiness, and Spock held the phaser out to McCoy.

The doctor stared at him in annoyance. "I don't need that."

"Take it, Doctor. I have other means at my disposal," Spock said.

"Oh you mean this magic mumbo jumbo," McCoy exclaimed.

"If you are not convinced of that, remember I have my Vulcan abilities also."

That seemed to persuade the Doctor and he accepted the phaser. "It's virtually useless," he grumbled.

"Form a circle," Kirk ordered.

The others obeyed. Chladagh trotted back to Spock, lowered her head, and bent her foreknees to the ground. Spock raised both eyebrows.

"She wants you to mount," Kirk said.

Spock swallowed nervously. "I have never ridden a horse, Captain."

"Well, I think you're going to learn. Grasp the mane and hold on, Spock. It's all a question of balance."

Spock looked into Chladagh's lilac eyes. "She will not harm me," he reassured himself and carefully mounted grabbing the strong neck tightly as the unicorn rose to her feet. He took a deep breath, dug his heels into the equine body, twisted his hands into the luxurious mane and slowly melded with the unicorn.

Evil has entered the wood. The unicorn's thoughts were fearful. It shows its face but rarely, yet I know it exists. Spock Elven-Prince, I pledge myself to thee. You have the halfling power, I can sense it. Use it for the good of Arigol.

Spock stroked her mane and listened as the menace drew near.

Kirk watched with concern as Spock precariously sat astride the unicorn. Kirk was an experienced rider but the Vulcan knew nothing about horses and could easily be thrown.

"Fear not for the prince," the mage said, his wise old eyes seeing all.

"Am I that transparent?" Kirk asked.

Ayrond smiled gently. "Ah, my king, it does not take magic to see the bond which unites thee and the halfling."

"I guess not," Kirk remarked with a slight grin.

A cacophony of screeches reached their ears, destroying the peacefulness of their surroundings. Swiftly it grew louder and all prepared themselves for the confrontation. A black raven flew into the clearing. Uhura gasped and ducked as their former guide zoomed in on her. It cackled and swept round, recklessly attacking her again; its claws raking her cheek and drawing blood.

She yelped and touched the cuts with trembling fingers, her eyes widening in horror at the redness staining her skin. "Why are you doing this?" she cried.

The raven shrieked, circled around above their heads and swooped again. This time Sulu swung his sword in the air to catch the small winged body. The steel bit into feathers and skin; the bird squawked once, fell to the ground and was still. Under the horrified gazes of the onlookers the feathers dropped off, and the body swelled until the skin split with a sickening squelch to reveal fetid inner organs. The unicorn reared, Spock clinging to its neck, and brought its hoofs down on the disgusting remains before them. A scream split the air and as the unicorn trotted back, only a charred imprint was left upon the ground.

"Behold the magic of the horse-kin," Ayrond said.

Spock fiercely concentrated on creating a weapon, calling on the force within this universe to supply it. There was a moment of dizziness but the touch of leather in his hand returned him to full alertness. He opened his eyes and smiled at the sight of the ahn woon which lay wrapped around his fingers. Before anyone could comment on his magic-working, scores of small, hunched manlike creatures entered the clearing.

"What the hell! " McCoy whispered on seeing their olive green, leathery hides, long prehensile tails and bulbous, bald heads. Sharply pointed ears, fierce bulging black eyes and metal tipped canine teeth completed their terrifying appearance.

"Demons who serve Medrikhor," Ayrond called. "Protect the women. They cannot be captured by such evil."

The unicorn thundered towards the demons trampling many under her powerful hoofs. With practised skill Spock loosed his ancient and most deadly of Vulcan weapons and from his vantage point on the unicorn's back, attacked the enemy with all the fury of a pre-reform warrior.

The demons lifted their short swords and shrieked wildly as they charged. Uhura and Chapel resolutely stood their ground, despite being aware of their particular vulnerability. The sexual organs of the naked male-demons were obscenely erect. The phaser was thrust into Christine's hands. She smiled grimly and grasped the weapon tightly. Chekov and Sulu moved closer to Uhura, and she nodded her gratitude to them as she wielded a heavy stick in her hands.

The battle raged. Some demons were lightly stunned by the diminishing power of the phaser; many died under spear, sword, make-shift clubs, hoofs and ahn-woon, but still more continued to emerge from the woods. The mage chanted spells but, swamped by the evil forces, was unable to activate their power. Eventually, he picked up a fallen sword wielding it like a man half his age.

They fought for what seemed like hours until, as if responding to a signal, the remainder of the demons retreated and there was silence once more. Kirk twisted around. Sweat poured from him, his arms were streaked with blood from a multitude of cuts and his legs trembled with exhaustion. "Is everyone all right?" he whispered hoarsely.

The crew were in as much of a mess as he, but they all were standing and gave him reassuring smiles. Spock dismounted and strode to his captain's side. His hair had become unbraided and swung around his face in disarray.

Kirk grinned. "You made quite a sight, Mr Spock. You did well for someone who never rode a horse before."

"Thank you, Captain," the Vulcan replied.

"We must leave here before they return," the mage said.

"Just wait a damn minute," McCoy said. He rubbed his hands over his bruised and dirty face. "I have injured people here."

"We must reach the silent harper's door. There we may safely rest and heal." The old man reached out pleadingly to Spock. "My prince, ask the unicorn to take us there at once."

Kirk nodded his agreement and watched as Spock communed, for a moment, with the magnificent creature. "She will guide us, Captain," the Vulcan confirmed.

The unicorn retrieved her shivering foal from his hiding place, nudged the baby towards the trees and with a shake of her mane led the way. Eight tired and injured people followed them, trudging through barely defined trails, deeper into the wood. Once the foal faltered on the hard ground and almost collapsed but Spock lifted the small creature in his arms; Deven settled into his hold, licked the Vulcan's face and promptly fell asleep.

"I could become envious of that foal," Christine remarked to Uhura.

The other woman laughed and wiped the sweat from her face. "Me too."

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