But as to thy skill.

What experience hast thou in racing with chariots?
And the horses--canst thou make them creatures of thy will ?--to know thee?
to come at call?
to go, if thou sayest it, to the last extreme of breath and strength?
and then, in the perishing moment, out of the depths of thy life thrill them to one exertion the mightiest of all?
The gift, my son, is not to every one.

Ah, by the splendor of God! I knew a king who governed millions of men, their perfect master, but could not win the respect of a horse.

Mark! I speak not of the dull brutes whose round it is to slave for slaves--the debased in blood and image--the dead in spirit; but of such as mine here--the kings of their kind; of a lineage reaching back to the broods of the first Pharaoh; my comrades and friends, dwellers in tents, whom long association with me has brought up to my plane; who to their instincts have added our wits and to their senses joined our souls, until they feel all we know of ambition, love, hate, and contempt; in war, heroes; in trust, faithful as women.

Ho, there!" A servant came forward.
"Let my Arabs come!" The man drew aside part of the division curtain of the tent, exposing to view a group of horses, who lingered a moment where they were as if to make certain of the invitation.
"Come!" Ilderim said to them.