THE SECOND NIGHT
ALB THE UNICORN
SOLARIO the Tailor was sitting at the open window of his room in the northeast tower of the castle, looking out at the stars which glittered in a clear sky over the Great Forest. He sighed, and rising wearily lit the candles on his table; and at that moment there came a knock on his door, and Bojohn and Bodkin entered, rather timidly.
“If you please, sir—” said Bojohn.
“Pray be seated,” said Solario, and they all sat down. “It’s a warm evening,” said he.
“We thought,” said Bojohn, “that you might perhaps be willing to tell us one of the stories that you—”
“It’s very warm this evening, indeed,” said Solario. “Quite oppressive.”
“If it wouldn’t be too much trouble,” said Bodkin, “we’d like you to tell us about—”