Journeyman (Part 9)

I remember that among the phoenices and the feathered serpents and the gryphons and all the mythical beasts of sea and sky — there was a unicorn. And you would not know it to look at that one, but it was a key to a very quiet garden.

And the Fool, one sunny day he strolled along a hilly path (or perhaps, some would call it a cliff's edge).