Fabian Perez Brunette painting

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hand away quickly, as though the mark hurt her. "The horse died," she said to the little cat. "I could do nothing."
Molly turned quickly and put her hands on the Lady Amal-thea's shoulders. Beneath the sleek cloth, the flesh was cold and hard as any stone of King Haggard's castle. "Oh, my lady," she whispered, "that is because you are out of your true form. When you regain yourself, it will all return—all your power, all your strength, all your sureness. It will come back to you." Had she dared, she would have taken the white girl in her arms and lulled her like a child. She had never dreamed of such a thing before.
But the Lady Amalthea answered, "The magician gave me only the semblance of a human being—the seeming, but not the spirit. If I had died then, I would still have been a unicorn. The old man knew, the wizard. He said nothing, to spite Haggard, but he knew."
Of itself, her hair escaped the blue ribbon and came hurry-
ing down her neck and over her shoulders. The cat was all but won