“I don‘t know，” said Jewel miserably. “He’s not a tamelion.”
“Well，” said the King at last， “we must go on and take the adventure that comes to us.”
“It is the only thing left for us to do， Sire，” said the Unicorn. He did not see at the moment how foolish it was for two of them to go on alone； nor did the King. They were too angry to think clearly. But much evil came of their rashness in the end.
Suddenly the King leaned hard on his friend‘s neck and bowed his head.
“Jewel，” he said， “what lies before us？ Horrible thoughts arise in my heart. If we had died before today we should have been happy.”
“Yes，” said Jewel. “We have lived too long. The worst thing in the world has come upon us.” They stood like that for a minute or two and then went on.
Before long they could hear the hack.hack.hack of axes falling on timber， though they could see nothing yet because there was a rise of the ground in front of them. When they had reached the top of it they could see right into Lantern Waste itself. And the King’s face turned white when he saw it.
