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wanted her to touch me, but I could not let her. No cat will. We let human beings caress us because it is pleasant enough and calms them — but not her. The price is more than a cat can pay."
Molly picked him up then, and he purred into her neck for such a long while that she began to fear that his moment of speech had passed. But presently he said, "You have very little time. Soon she will no longer remember who she is, or why she came to this place, and the Red Bull will no longer roar in the night for her. It may be that she will marry the good prince, who loves her." The cat pushed his head hard into Molly's suddenly still hand. "Do that," he commanded. "The prince is very brave, to love a unicorn. A cat can appreciate valiant absurdity."
"No," Molly Grue said. "No, that cannot be. She is the last."
"Well then, she must do what she came to do," the cat replied. "She must take the king's way down to the Bull."
Molly held him so fiercely that he gave a mouselike squeak of protest
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