Yarlessto spoke, the unicorn horn in his hand glowing faintly.
This broken horn had come from the Unihorn whale that had once beached itself in front of God, and naturally, an invisible spiritual link had been established between Yarlessto and the broken horn.
The broken horn seemed to understand his question and then turned its head to bump against other Unihorn whales on the water's surface, starting to sing the Song of the Whale to communicate.
Yarlessto watched the group of friendly Unihorn whales communicating for a good while, then the broken horn, as if it had received some kind of permission, came closer, turned around, and motioned for Yarlessto to mount it.
Logos' new King approached it, sat on top, and since Unihorn whales had no dorsal fins, he held onto the broad back of the broken horn.
The guards came over anxiously, and Yarlessto gestured with his hands for them not to worry.
