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noise bees might make buzzing on the moon.
The cage began to grow smaller. The unicorn could not see the bars moving, but each time Schmendrick said, "Ah, nol" she had less room in which to stand. Already she could not turn around. The bars were drawing in, pitiless as the tide or the morning, and they would shear through her until they surrounded her heart, which they would keep a prisoner forever. She had not cried out when the creature Schmendrick had summoned came, grinning, toward her, but now she made a sound. It was small and despairing, but not yet yielding.
Schmendrick stopped the bars, though she never knew how. If he spoke any magic, she had not heard it; but the cage stopped shrinking a breath before the bars touched her body. She could feel them all the same, each one like a little cold wind, miaowing with hunger. But they could not reach her.
The magician's arms fell to his sides. "I dare no more," he said heavily. "The next time, I might not be able . . ." His voice trailed miserably away, and his eyes were as defeated as his hands. "The witch made no mistake in me," he said.
"Try again," the unicorn said. "You are my friend. Try again."