The Council of Six deliberated under the Tree of Weeping, its long drooping branches rustling in the baking heat of summer. Two elves, two unicorns, an odious little man with a scraggly beard, and a wood spirit. To let the interloper pass through their lands, or to kill her where she stood. The elves felt it was worth the risk, should any of the Kingdom of Grass need passage across the sea. The man had no opinion, other than that she would make a good wife. The spirit reserved judgment and the unicorns sharpened their horns, to run her through.