“Judging from your beat-up condition,” Lake said, “you must have been the decoy every time.”

“Well⁠—” Schroeder shrugged his shoulders. “It was my idea.”

“I’ve been wondering about another way to get in shots at close range,” Lake said. “Take the skin of a woods goat, give it the original shape as near as possible, and a bowman inside it might be able to fake a grazing woods goat until he got the shot he wanted.

“The unicorns might never suspect where the arrows came from,” he concluded. “And then, of course, they might.”

“I’ll try it before the day is over, on those two unicorns over there,” Schroeder said. “At this elevation and in this gravity my own method is just a little bit rough on a man.”

Lake found Craig and his men several miles to the west, all of them gaunt and bearded as Schroeder had been.