All Stefanos could do was stare at the heavenly creature before him as she eclipsed the girls with her presence, beauty, and power. He felt his loins stirring as he leaned forward for a better look. A goddess?
"Pirro!" the woman called as she held the reins of her horse.
A lanky young man with flaming red hair and a limp came hobbling quickly from beneath the broad leaves of an aged oak tree to stand at the woman's side, his head bowed.
"Take Xanthus to the river for a drink, and brush him down. He did well this morning," she said as she stroked the stallion's forehead gently, whispering something inaudible to it.
"Yes, my lady," the young man said, taking the reins and leading the stallion away.
The woman immediately joined the younger girls in their exercises, her tall body jumping
