ENCHANTMENT IS FOREVER.
When they rode away on their honeymoon, the bride was finely mounted on a liveried, silver-shod, beautifully groomed white mare who glared rheumily at the prince's fiery stallion and showed her big teeth at him in a fierce and friendly gesture of camaraderie.
The princess rode her proudly, and she would have no other.
"Are you happy?" asked the prince.
"Oh, I am happy, Gillie."
And he kissed her as they rode away down the high road, where pilgrims traveled, and gleemen, where the king's lords journeyed amidst minstrels and knights and herbalists and gypsy caravans to all the reaches of Gies and beyond, to Bruges and Apulia and Calabria and to countries so small one had never heard of them.
The End