Lucius looked at Dagon and nodded, then turned to look up at the titanic black head and the huge eyes staring down at him from behind the curtain of the brushed jet mane. He reached up, and the stallion sniffed at him, a warm gust of air emanating from his soft nostrils. The big neck bent down more and Lucius ran his hand along the soft warm coat. “I’ve never seen anything like him. What is his name?”
Dagon smiled. “Xanthus.”
Lucius looked shocked then also smiled. “One of the immortal horses of Achilles.”
Adara was there then, along with Phoebus and Calliope, all of them admiring the new member of their stables.
“Our ponies could gallop beneath him!” Calliope said.
“You’re right!” Dagon laughed. “But I wouldn’t try it.”
Lucius turned to Dagon. “Where did you get him?”
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