this unicorn is fourteenth - century . " rose said in a voice-over ." and this is a bas-relief of a church and was probably done as a record during a period when churches were being destroyed . in making these carvings , the miners found relief from boredom and fear . they also gave themselves something beautiful to look at ." she went on to describe that the carving were made by lamplight and with the crudest of tooths . apparently , the rock crystal possessed special molecular qualities that helped preserve the images , and each carving had accrued its own set of stories and myths . obediently , the camera settle on a figure in a long coat and hood . " this is butcher of kransk .who lured maidens into his shop ." the focus switched to a figure on a horse ." this is the knight who reputedly haunts the local forest and whose is heard on summer nights ."
rose always preferred fiction to nonfiction ." novels contam the real truths ." she once argued in the calm way that used to annoy me because it was so settled . i could never budge her from that position - and now ? now . i never will . for myself , i stick to those self-help and makeover manuals ( which , when i first met him , nathan said was so touching ) . nathan couldn't be bothered with fiction either . i don't think nathan had read a novel for , oh , fifteen years or so .
i pushed the tray aside , slipped off my shoes , and tucked my feet up on the sofa .
the camera panned onto rose's face now cast into shadow . but she still looked wonderful ." the real treasure of the salt mine , the one i have come for , lies farther down this corridor ....." i followed her progress down the passage and into a vault whose walls reflected pinpricks of light " here " - her excitement about her wonder infected even me -" is the madona of the salt .
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