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"Then Elizabeth came, bearing a tray of cakes and sweets, and finally Harriet, who carried with her a small sheaf of paper--her current opus, Henry VIII and the Unicorn of Doom . "I'm not certain Frances is going to be appeased by an evil unicorn," Anne told her. Harriet looked up with one arched brow. "She did not specify that it must be a good unicorn." Anne grimaced. "You're going to have a battle on your hands, that's all I'm going to say on the matter." Harriet shrugged, then said, "I'm going to begin in act two. Act one is a complete disaster. I've had to rip it completely apart." "Because of the unicorn?" "No," Harriet said with a grimace. "I got the order of the wives wrong. It's divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, widowed." "How cheerful." Harriet gave her a bit of a look, then said, "I switched one of the divorces with a beheading." "May I give you a bit of advice?" Anne asked. Harriet looked up. "Don't ever let anyone hear you say that out of context."
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