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                    <TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><text xml:lang="eng"><body><div type="translation" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0007.tlg047.perseus-eng2" xml:lang="eng"><div type="textpart" subtype="chapter" n="6"><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="1"><p>Once upon a time Philoneicus the Thessalian brought Bucephalas, offering
                            to sell him to Philip for thirteen talents,<note resp="editor" place="unspecified" anchored="true">The talent was worth about £235,
                                or $1,200, with four or five times the purchasing power of modern
                                money.</note> and they went down into the plain to try the horse,
                            who appeared to be savage and altogether intractable, neither allowing
                            any one to mount him, nor heeding the voice of any of Philip’s
                            attendants, but rearing up against all of them. </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="2"><p>Then Philip was vexed and ordered the horse to be led away, believing him
                            to be altogether wild and unbroken; but Alexander, who was near by,
                            said: <q type="spoken">What a horse they are losing, because, for lack of skill and
                                courage, they cannot manage him!</q> At first, then, Philip held his
                            peace; but as Alexander many times let fall such words and showed great
                            distress, he said: <q type="spoken">Dost thou find fault with thine elders in the
                                belief that thou knowest more than they do or art better able to
                                manage a horse?</q>
                        </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="3"><p><q type="spoken">This horse, at any rate,</q> said Alexander, <q type="spoken">I could manage better
                                than others have.</q>
                            <q type="spoken">And if thou shouldst not, what penalty wilt thou undergo for thy
                                rashness?</q>
                            <q type="spoken">Indeed,</q> said Alexander, <q type="spoken">I will forfeit the price of the
                                horse.</q> There was laughter at this, and then an agreement between
                            father and son as to the forfeiture, and at once Alexander ran to the
                            horse, took hold of his bridle-rein, and turned him towards the sun; for
                            he had noticed, as it would seem, that the horse was greatly disturbed
                            by the sight of his own shadow falling in front of him and dancing
                            about. </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="4"><p>And after he had calmed the horse a little in this way, and had stroked
                            him with his hand, when he saw that he was full of spirit and courage,
                            he quietly cast aside his mantle and with a light spring safely bestrode
                            him. Then, with a little pressure of the reins on the bit, and without
                            striking him or tearing his mouth, he held him in hand<note resp="editor" place="unspecified" anchored="true">Amyot, <quote xml:lang="fre">le remeit gentiment</quote>.
                            </note> but when he saw that the horse was rid of the fear that had
                            beset him, and was impatient for the course, he gave him his head, and
                            at last urged him on with sterner tone and thrust of foot. </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="5"><p>Philip and his company were speechless with anxiety at first; but when
                            Alexander made the turn in proper fashion and came back towards them
                            proud and exultant, all the rest broke into loud cries, but his father,
                            as we are told, actually shed tears of joy, and when Alexander had
                            dismounted, kissed him, saying: <q type="spoken">My son, seek thee out a kingdom equal
                                to thyself; Macedonia has not room for thee.</q>
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