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The Narwhals Renege


          The  narwhal  brothers,  Olaf  and  Gustav,  escaped  a  dragnet  by
        signing  a  management  deal  with  Sven  Haraldsen,  a  disreputable
        promoter and carnival barker. They would have put themselves in the
        hands of the devil himself to save their tusks and hides; this open-
        ended contract was slightly better.
          Sven’s  bright  idea  was  to  exploit  the  public’s  ignorance  of  the
        function of his performers’ single long protruding spiral tooth. Most
        people in the modern era had given up the notion that narwhal tusks
        must  have  sprouted  from  the  foreheads  of  unicorns,  and  the
        descendants  of  the  middlemen  making  that  pitch  had  found  new
        customers for other magical animal parts on late-night infomercials.
        But the opinion died hard that the spiky prominences were weapons
        of masculine intraspecific competition, like rams’ horns.
          Fiskland  alone  among  its  neighbors  permitted  animal  combat  in
        public venues. The narwhals polished their routine for weeks; then
        Sven  booked  them  into  Arctic  World,  a  marine  amusement  park
        catering to tourists and locals alike.
          “En  Garde!  Swashbuckling  Heroes  of  the  Ivory  Sword.  14:00
        (except Sunday)” proclaimed a garish banner above the entrance to
        an  amphitheater  wrapped  around  a  large  seawater  tank.  Expecting
        blood in the water and the illicit pleasure of viewing a member of an
        endangered  species  killed  not  by  human  agency  but  in  a  “natural”
        contest of rivals, ticket-buyers poured into the stands hours early to
        secure a ringside seat.
          The  brothers  entered  the  arena  from  separate  passages  and
        splashed around the perimeter, giving the spectators a good look at
        their  tusks  and  splashing  anyone  within  range.  Then  the  booming
        voice of Sven announced, “Attention, ladies and gentlemen, boys and
        girls! These animals may appear docile, but do not be misled: they
        have nothing to do but fish and play all day—until an eligible female
        comes into their orbit. Arctic World has no narwhal of the fair sex,
        but watch what happens when I pour a tiny amount of her scent into
        the water!”


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