Bold black Capricorn zodiac symbol on a plain white background, drawn as a single solid shape with a curled tail.

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Capricorn zodiac symbol design

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A single black Capricorn zodiac symbol drawn on a plain white background. The shape has a sharp upward peak on the left, a thick curved stroke descending to the right, and a loop at the lower right that tapers to a fine point. The image is a flat graphic with no skin, shading or surrounding composition.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, the lot of you, and stop pretending you can't hear me over the pumps. Nobody listens to the pumps. Right. The sluice at Harrow Deep was built by a woman named Ottilie Vane, and she built it because a goat told her to, or so she said, and she never once lied in a way that cost anybody a crop.

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The goat was called Mistle. She was grey at the muzzle and had horns like two hooks someone had bent for a joke. Every spring, when the drowned tide came creeping up the old motorway from the estuary, Mistle would climb the broken pylon at the top of the dyke and stand on the very peak of it, looking out at the water as if it owed her rent. Ottilie tried a rope. Mistle chewed through it. Ottilie tried a pen. Mistle took the gate off its hinges and went straight to the edge.

The year the big surge came, the wall went at midnight. Ottilie was up to her knees in the cistern shouting for the men with the lamps, and out of the black water came Mistle, swimming, her hindquarters trailing a fan of weed like a fish's tail. She swam a long slow curve out past the breach, looped round the drowned pumphouse, and came back, and where she had gone the water lay down flat and obedient in a channel that still runs there today. Ottilie built the sluice along that line the next summer, and she hung the goat's old horn above the gate, where the tide-clerks touch it for luck before they open the water.

I've seen that horn. It's worn to a fine point at the tip, and if you hold a lamp under it at the right angle, the shadow it throws on the concrete loops round like a hook. Mistle's descendants are still on the dyke. None of them has ever learned to stay put.