Claude Monet Woman Seated under the Willows painting

Claude Monet Woman Seated under the Willows paintingClaude Monet Weeping Willow paintingClaude Monet Water-Lilies 1917 painting
He spoke three angled words and snapped his fingers. The cage disappeared. The unicorn found herself standing in a grove of trees—orange and lemon, pear and pomegranate, almond and acacia—with soft spring earth under her feet, and the sky growing over her. Her heart turned light as smoke, and she gathered up the strength of her body for a great bound into the sweet night. But she let the leap drift out of her, untaken, for she knew, although she could not see them, that the bars were still there. She was too old not to know.
"I'm sorry," Schmendrick said, somewhere in the dark. "I would have liked it to be that spell that freed you."
Now he sang something cold and low, and the strange trees blew away like dandelion down. "This is a surer spell," he
said. "The bars are now as brittle as old cheese, which I crumble and scatter, so." Then he gasped and snatched his hands away. Each long ringer was dripping blood.
"I must have gotten the accent wrong," he said hoarsely. He hid his hands in his cloak and tried to make his voice light. "It comes and goes."
A scratching of flinty phrases this time, and Schmendrick's