Peter Paul Rubens Cimon and Pero painting

Peter Paul Rubens Cimon and Pero paintingPeter Paul Rubens The Straw Hat painting
feeble. She felt herself withering, loosening, felt her beauty leaving her with her breath. Ugliness swung from her mane, dragged down her head, stripped her tail, gaunted her body, ate up her coat, and ravaged her mind with remembrance of what she had once been. Somewhere nearby, the harpy made her low, eager sound, but the unicorn would gladly have huddled in the shadow of her bronze wings to hide from this last demon. Elli's song sawed away at her heart.
"What is sea-born dies on land, Soft is trod upon. What is given burns the hand— What is gone is gone."
The show was over. The crowd was stealing away, no one alone but in couples and fews and severals, strangers holding strangers' hands, looking back often to see if Elli were following. Rukh called plaintively, "Won't the gentlemen wait to hear the story about the satyr?" and sent a sour yowl of laughter chasing their slow flight. "Creatures of night, brought to light!" They struggled through the stiffening air, past the unicorn's cage, and on away, with Rukh's laughter , and Elli still singing.
This is illusion, the unicorn told herself. This is illusion— and somehow