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Calderwood Books
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Copyright ©2007 by Jennifer Macaire

First published in 2007, 2007

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CONTENTS

A CHARM FOR A UNICORN

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Four

Epilogue

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A CHARM FOR A UNICORN
Jennifer Macaire

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A Calderwood Kids Publication
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A Charm For a Unicorn
ISBN * * * * 978-1-934614-00-6
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
A Charm For a Unicorn, Copyright © 2007 Jennifer Macaire
Edited by Joy Calderwood
Cover art by Jennifer Macaire
Electronic Book Publication: September 2007
This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Calderwood Books, PMB 213, 4110 SE Hawthorne Blvd, Portland OR 97214
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

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Chapter One
The Crystal Ball

A magician lived in Castle Veil, a large manor house with a pointy roof and two round windows on either side of the front door like wide, friendly eyes. A backdoor around the side led straight into the kitchen. Hardly anyone ever came to the front door, and grass grew between the stones on the front steps.

If you could look into the windows, you would see large, sunny rooms with worn furniture that didn't match, but was useful and comfortable. The dining room had a formal look to it, with a long, cherry wood table and delicate chairs. Every room had a fireplace, and lamps of frosted yellow glass cast a warm glow when darkness fell. The rugs were plain, the floors smooth and shiny, and the best room of all, the kitchen, was so big it took up almost half of the downstairs all by itself.

The manor was usually quiet. Two sisters lived there with their father the magician, a cook, and a gardener. The sisters were called Leonie and Ann, the father was Sir Casper, the cook was Cook, and Bob was the gardener. Ann was studious and hardly ever shouted. Leonie was apt to burst into song, or laughter, and everything seemed brighter when she was around.

A dusty road led from the castle out of the hollow. It went over hill and dale, through wide fields of clover and wheat, to the nearest village. There, the road got bigger and went on to more important places in the kingdom of Windtide.

The magician walked swiftly down the road, his black robe flapping, his pointed hat bending backwards in the breeze. His shadow ran along the ground behind him, as if tagging along. Also behind him, in Castle Veil, a curtain twitched and a face peeked out the window. The autumn sun lit the face briefly, then the curtain shut and the face vanished.

There was only one order Leonie ever disobeyed, and that was not to use the crystal ball. Leonie's father never locked the door to his study, and Leonie always made sure he was well on his way to the village before running up the stairs two at a time and slipping inside the little room on the south side of the castle. The room was round, being in the turret, and it had a fireplace, a window seat, and a stuffed ocelot with marbles instead of eyes. It also had a crystal ball. Her father had forbidden her to use his crystal ball, but once in the study, Leonie sat in her father's chair and lifted the black velvet cloth off the crystal.

She looked at the shiny ball, and willed an image to appear. A bright spark appeared and became a young man herding a flock of sheep with the help of a black and white dog. Urged by the dog and the shepherd's staff, the sheep trotted down the road. The young man pursed his lips, and the dog leapt to his side. Affectionately, he reached down and scratched the dog's ears.

Leonie wished the crystal ball would show the young man close up, but the image remained distant. She could only make out his wide shoulders, long legs, and wavy hair that held the flames of autumn. As he reached down to pat the dog, a lamb broke loose from the group and darted into the forest. The young man didn't notice, and continued his way toward the village. Leonie peered closer, hoping he'd turn back for the lamb and at the same time hoping to catch sight of the village. She'd never been there and she held her breath as the young man topped the rise.

Frustration made her give an annoyed cry as the image in the crystal insisted on switching to the lamb springing through a deep bed of ferns. The crystal ball was funny like that; you never knew what it would show you. Her father could control it, but all she could do was turn it on and off.

A noise startled Leonie, but when the door swung open she gave a sigh of relief. Her sister Ann poked her head in the room and said, “Father will turn you into a toad if he catches you with his crystal ball! It's for his work only!"

"You won't tell, will you? I really don't want to be a toad. So far, I've avoided the am-phibi-yams."

Ann snorted. “Amphibians."

"Well, I almost got it right.” She sighed. “I wish I had your memory."

"I wish I had your looks."

Leonie got up, put the velvet cover back over the crystal ball, and hugged her sister. “You're perfect the way you are."

"I hate my hair.” Ann tucked her fuzzy red braids behind her ears. “Anyway, I came to say that you'd better leave now, I caught sight of Father in the courtyard. He looks like a thunder storm about to burst, so I hope you've memorized your Latin."

A shiver ran down Leonie's spine. “He's back already? I thought I'd have the afternoon to study! Can you help me?"

Ann scowled. “You have to study more. If you'd only try you'd do just fine. But you daydream and your mind wanders and..."

"I know, I know.” Leonie interrupted, looking out the window in a panic. “Last week I spent three days as a squirrel because I forgot my erratic verbs."

"Irregular verbs, you ninny, not erratic.” Ann sighed. “Why don't you go to the kitchen. That way Cook is bound to ask you to go on some errand and you'll be able to get out of the castle. Take the Latin textbook with you, and go study in the forest."

"What about Cook's errand?"

"Would you rather be scolded by the cook or turned into an amphibian by Father?"

Ann had a point. Leonie grabbed her Latin book from the table and ran down the back staircase to the kitchen.

Vast and warm, with a well-worn flagstone floor and a fire crackling cheerfully in the hearth, the kitchen seemed the perfect refuge. The table in the center of the room always had a basket of fresh apples or a plate of warm biscuits on it. Leonie and Ann spent countless hours on the long bench in front of the table helping Cook peeling potatoes, snapping beans, kneading bread, or just sitting with their chins in their hands watching Cook as she bustled about.

Cook had been in the kitchen for as long as Leonie could remember. According to Ann, Cook had once been a goat before their father had transformed her. How did Ann know these things, or did she make them up? Leonie would have to ask her one day. But she would never dare ask Cook outright if she'd once been a goat. Ann had probably just been teasing her, Leonie decided. That would be typical of Ann.

When Cook caught sight of Leonie, she pointed to an empty basket and said, “I need some apples."

"If you see Father, tell him you've sent me on an errand,” said Leonie. She picked up the basket and, with a last look at the cozy room, left. She took care to keep close to the hedge, in case she saw her father. To her relief, she made it through the back garden without seeing either her father or Old Bob, the gardener. She should go to the orchard, quickly fill her basket, then sit and study her Latin. But the forest beckoned and, after a furtive look around, she ducked under the split rail fence, ran across the meadow, and stepped into the woods.

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Ann shook her head. Leonie would certainly spend the next few days transformed into some creature. Their father didn't believe in laziness, and he despised ignorance and disobedience as well. But Leonie wasn't any of those things ... she simply didn't have a logical mind. Ann felt a pang of pity for her sister, but she quelled it. Leonie might be hopeless in studies but her beauty made everyone around her look plain as mud.

Next to Leonie, Ann always felt clumsy, awkward and ugly. Leonie moved with grace and swiftness, and when she danced even the trees stopped rustling their leaves and birds swooped down to watch. Her pale hair fell in shining waves to her hips, and it never got greasy or tangled. Her skin looked as soft as rose petals, and her eyes had the sparkle of stars reflected in rainwater. Ann sighed heavily, went to the crystal ball and lifted a corner of the cover. She peered into it, but the ball remained transparent, reflecting only her freckled face, upside-down and deformed by the globe. Ann stuck her tongue out at it, and in the reflection the ugly girl with red hair as bright as marigolds stuck her tongue out too.

How could Leonie make the crystal show her things? That too bothered Ann. Leonie never studied, and she couldn't tell the difference between a potion and an elixir, but she had a knack for magic and could do things without even thinking.

"Huh, she does everything without thinking,” muttered Ann, flicking her fingernail against the crystal ball. Then she put the velvet cover back over it and went to sit in the window seat. Father would be here soon and she hoped to impress him with her recitation of the Latin irregular verbs, so useful in casting spells and working out medicinal formulas.

From her perch in the casement window she caught sight of her sister leaving the castle by the back door, a wicker basket over her arm. Sunlight sparkled on Leonie's hair, and as usual two or three birds swooped down and fluttered around her, chirping happily. Leonie had been transformed into a sparrow one day, and had managed to elude the hawk living in the belfry as well as the mangy cats in the stable. She'd made friends with some birds, and unexpectedly, they seemed to remember her when she'd been changed back.

"That's normal, she's a bird-brain,” said Ann softly, leaning her forehead against the windowpane.

Leonie disappeared into the forest and Ann felt a sudden twinge of disquiet. She frowned, then heard her father's footsteps in the hallway. Turning, she put a bright smile on her face. “Hello, Father,” she said as he opened the heavy door.

Her father, the magician, stared at her with pale eyes that might have reminded her of Leonie's eyes if they'd had the slightest sparkle or warmth, but he looked made of winter, with wispy, frost-white hair and a gaze like ice. “I hope you're ready for your lesson.” He peered at her as if he could see right into her brain, and even his voice sounded wintry.

"Yes, Father.” Ann clasped her hands behind her back, cleared her throat, and recited her lesson. Afterward her father gave her some other pages to read and he sat down at his desk and began to write letters with a goose-quill pen.

Ann settled back in her window seat and read a bit. The steady scratching sound of the quill made Ann drowsy, but she didn't close her eyes and give in to her urge for a nap. Her father glanced at the water clock a couple times, and finally asked in a paper-dry voice, where Leonie had gone.

"I don't know, sir,” said Ann truthfully. “She took her Latin book, so she must have gone somewhere to study."

"She better be back in time for her lesson, or she'll find out what it's like to be a sheep,” her father said.

Ann made a face. She'd never been transformed into anything. The only time her father had lost his temper at her had been when she'd asked him if she and Leonie had been transformed, like Cook and Old Bob. She'd asked, in all innocence, what creature she'd been before she'd become his daughter.

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