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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hi, This is Stefano over at Positive Affirmations and Audio Stories,
bringing you happy thoughts, inspiration, motivation and entertainment to start
your day. We use the power of positive words to
help you live the positive, uplifting lifestyle that you deserve. Today,

(00:23):
We've got another sleep story. It's a Greek mythology tale.
It's called Pegasus the winged Horse. The Pegasus is a
horse from mythical times. It's a white horse and has
big wings, which means it can fly through the sky

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whenever it wants to. This is the story of Pegasus
the Winged Horse. Once in the old old time, a
fountain gushed out of a hillside in the marvelous land
of Greece, and for as far as I know, after

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so many thousand years, it is still gushing out of
the very same spot. At any rate, there was the
pleasant fountain welling freshly forth and sparkling down the hillside
in the golden sunset, when a handsome young man named
Bellerophon drew near its margin. In his hand he held

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a bridle studed with brilliant gems and jewels, and adorned
with a golden bit, which is part of a bridle.
Seeing an older man, and another of middle aged, and
a little boy near the fountain, and likewise a maiden

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who was dipping up some of the water pitcher. He
paused and begged that he might refresh himself with a drink.
This is very delicious water, he said to the maiden,
as he rinsed and filled her pitcher at the drinking
out of it, Will you be kind enough to tell
me whether the fountain has any name. Yes, it is

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called the fountain of Pirene, answered the maiden, and then
she added, My grandmother has told me that this clear
fountain was once a beautiful woman, and when her son
was killed by the arrows of the huntress Diana, she

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melted all away into tears. And so the water which
you find so cool and sweet, is the sorrow of
that poor mother's heart. I should not have dreamed observed
the young stranger that so clear a well spring, with
this gush and gurgle, and his cherry dance out of

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the shade into the sunlit, had so much as one
tear drop in his heart. And this then is the brain.
I thank you, pretty maiden for telling me its name.
I have come from a far away country to find
this very spot. A middle aged country fellow he had

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driven his cow to drink out of the spring, stared
hard at young Bellerophon and at the handsome bridle, which
he carried in his hand. The water courses must be
getting low, friend, in your part of the world, remarked he,
if you come so far only to find the fountain

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of brain. But pray have you lost the horse? I
say you carry the bridle in your hand, and a
very pretty one it is, with that double row of
bright stones uponnet. If the horse was as fine as
the bridle, you are much to be pitied for losing him.

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I have lost no horse, said Bellerophon, with a smile,
but I happened to be seeking a very famous one, which,
as wise people have informed me, must be found hereabouts,
if anywhere. Do you know whether the winged horse of
Pegasus still haunts the fountain of Pirene as he used

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to do in your forefather's day. But then, the country
fellow laughed. Some of you, my little friends, have probably
heard that this Pegasus was a snow white seed, a
snow white horse with beautiful silvery wings, who spend most

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of his time on the summit the top of Mount
Licor He was as wild and as swift, and as
buoyant in his flight through the air as any eagle
that ever soared into the clouds. There was nothing like
him in the world. He had no mate, he had

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never been backed or bridled by a master, and for
many a long year he led a solitary and happy life.
Oh how fine a thing it is to be a
winged horse, sleeping at night as he did on a
lofty mountain top, and passing the greater part of the
day in the air. Pegasus seemed hardly to be a

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creature of the earth. Whenever he was seen up very
high above people's heads, with the sunshine on his silvery wings,
he would have thought that he belonged to the sky,
and that, skimming a little too low, he had got
astray among our mistsens and was seeking his way back again.

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It was very pretty to behold him plunge into the
fiery heart of a bright cloud and be lost in
it for a moment or two, and then break forth
from the other side. Or in a sullen rainstorm, when
there was a gray pavement of clouds over the whole sky,

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it would sometimes happen that the ringed horse descended right
through it, and the glad light of the upper region
would shine after him in another instant. It is true
both Pegasus and the pleasant light will be gone away together.

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But anyone that was fortunate enough to see this wondrous
spectacle felt cheerful the whole day afterward, and as much
longer as the storm lasted. In the summertime and in
the beautifullest of weather, Pegasus often alighted on the solid earth, and,

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closing his silvery wings, would gallop over hill and dale
for pastime, as fleetly as the wind oftener than in
any other place. He had been seen near the fountain
of Pirene, drinking the delicious water, or rolling himself upon

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the soft grass of the margin, sometimes too, but Pegasus
was very dainty in his food. He would crop a
few of the clover blossoms that happened to be the
sweetest to the fountain of Piren. Therefore, people's great grandfathers

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had been in the habit of going as long as
they were youthful and retain their faith in winged horses,
in hopes of getting a glimpse at the beautiful Pegasus.
But of late years he had been very seldom seen. Indeed,

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there were many of the country folks dwelling within half
an hour's walk of the fountain, who would never beheld
pegasus and did not believe that there was any such
creature in existence. The country fella to whom Bellaforon was speaking,
chanced to be one of those incredulous persons, and that

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was the reason why he left. Agrish Is indeed, cried he,
turning his nose up as high as such a flat
nose could be turned up. Fergus Is indeed, huh a
winged horse? Truly? Why, friend, are you in your senses
of what use would wings be to a horse? Could

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he drag the plow? So? Well? Think you to be sure?
There might be a little saving in the expense of shoes.
But then how would a man like to see his
horse flying out of the stable window, yes, or whisking
him up above the clouds when he only wanted to
ride to the mill. No, No, I don't believe in

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Begers's there never was such a ridiculous kind of horse
fall made. I have some reason to think otherwise, said
Bellafaron quietly. And then he turned to an old gray
man who was leaning on a staff and listening very attentively,

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with his head stretched forward and one hand at his ear,
because for the last twenty years he had been getting
rather deaf. And what say you, venerable, sir, inquired he.
In your younger days, I should imagine you must frequently
have seen the wing steed. Uh, young stranger, my memory

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is very poor, said the aged man. When I was
a lad, if I remember rightly, I used to believe
there was such a horse, and so did everyone else.
But nowadays I hardly know what to think, and very
seldom think about the winged horse at all. If I

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ever saw the creature, it was a long, long while ago,
And to tell you the truth, I doubt whether I
ever did see him. One day, to be sure, when
I was quite a youth, I remember seeing some hoof
tramps round about the brink of the fountain. Pegasus might

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have made those hoof marks, and so might some other horse.
And you have never seen him, my fair maiden, asked
speller Farana, the girl who suited with the pitcher on
her head. While this talk went on, you certainly can
see Pegasus, if anybody can. For your eyes, if very
bright once I thought I saw him, replied the maiden

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with a smile and a blush. It was either Pegasus
or a large white bird a very great way up
in the air. And one other time, as I was
coming to the fountain with my pitcher, I heard a nagh. Oh,
such a brisk and melodious nay as it was. My

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very heart liped with delight at the sound. But it
startled me nevertheless, so I ran home without filling my pitcher.
That was truly a pity, said bella Rufon, and he
turned to the child whom I mentioned at the beginning
of the story, and who was gazing at him as
children are apt to gaze at strangers, with his rosy

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mouth wide open. Well, my little fellow, cried Bellerophon, playfully
pulling one of his curls. I suppose you have often
seen the winged doors, and I have answered the child
very readily. I saw him yesterday and many times before.
You are a fine little man, said Bellerophon, drawing the

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child closer to him. Come tell me all about it. Well, why,
replied the child. I often come here to sail little
boats in the fountain, and to gather pretty pebbles out
of his basin, And sometimes when I look down into
the water. I see the image of the winged horse

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in the picture of the sky that is there. I
wish he would come down and take me on his back,
and let me ride him up to the moon. But
if I so much as stir to look at him,
he flies far away out of sight. And Bellerophon put

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his faith in the child who had seen the image
of Pegasus in the water, and in the maiden who
had heard him neigh so melodiously, rather than in the
middle aged clown who believed only in cart horses, or
in the old man who had forgotten the beautiful things
of his youth. Therefore he haunted about the fountain of

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Pyrain for a great many days. Afterward, he kept continually
on the watch, looking up with at the sky or
else down to the water, hoping forever that he should
see either the reflected image of the winged horse or
the marvelous reality. He held the bridle with his bright

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gems and golden bit always ready in his hand. The
rustic people who dwelt in the neighborhood and drove their
cattle to the fountain to drink, would often laugh at
poor Bella, were fun and sometimes take him pretty severely
to dusk. They told him that an able bodied young

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man like himself ought to have better business than to
be wasting his time in such an idle pursuit. They
offered to sell him a horse if he wanted one,
and when Bellarafund declined the purchase, they tried to drive
a bargain with him for his fine bridle. Even the

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country boys thought him so very foolish that they used
to have a great deal of sport about him, and
were rude enough not to care although Bellerafund saw and
heard it. One little urchin, for example, would play Pegasus
and cut the oddest imaginable capers by way of flying,

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while one of his schoolfellows was scamper after him, holding
forth a twist of bulrushes branches, which was intended to
represent Belleraphuon's ornamental bridle. But the gentle child, who had
seen the picture of Pegasus in the water, comforted the

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young stranger more than all the naughty boys could torment him.
The dear little fellow, in his play hours, often sat
down beside him, and without speaking a word, would look
down into the fountain and up toward the sky, with
so innocent, a faith that Bellerafhun could not help feeling encourriaged.

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Now you will perhaps wish to be told why it
was that Bellerafhun had undertaken to catch the winged horse.
And we shall find no better opportunity to speak about
this matter than while he is waiting for Pegasus to appear.
If I were to relate the whole villa were Fund's

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previous adventures, they might easily grow into a very long story.
It will be quite enough to say that in a
certain country of Asia, a terrible monster called a jamra
had made its appearance and was doing more mischief than
could be talked about between now and sunset. According to

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the best accounts which I've been able to obtain, this
chimera was nearly, if not quite, the ugliest and most
poisonous creature, and the strangest and unaccountablest, and the hardest
to fight with, and the most difficult to run away
from that ever came out of the Earth's inside. It

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had a tail like a ball constrictor. Its body was
like I do not care what, and it had three
separate heads, one of which was the lion's, the second
a goat's, and the third and abominably great snakes, and
a hot blast of fire came flaming out of each

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of his three mounts, being an earthly monster idell whether
had any wings but wings or no. It ran like
a goat and a lion, and wriggled about like a serpent,
and thus contrived to make about as much speed as
all three together. Oh the mischief and mischief and mischief

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that this Naughtcutua did with its flaming breath. It could
set a forest on fire, or burn off a feel
of grain for that matter of village. It laid waste
to the whole country about. While this hateful beast, if
a beast we can call it, was doing all these
horrible things, It so chanceed that bella re find came

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to that part of the world on a visit to
the king. The king's name was Iobates, and Lycia was
the country over which he ruled. Bellerophon was one of
the bravest youths in the world, and desired nothing more
as to do some valiant and beneficent deed such as

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would make all mankind adoor and love him. In those days,
the only way for a young man to distinguish himself
was by fighting battles, either with the enemies of his country,
or with wicked giants, or with troublesome dragons, or with

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wild beasts. When he could find nothing more dangerous to encounter,
King Iobots, perceiving the courage of his youthful visitor, proposed
to him to go and fight the chimera, whichbody else
was afraid of, and which, unless it would soon be killed,
was likely to convert Lycia into a desert. Delabrafund hesitated

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not a moment, but assured the king that he would
either slay this dreadit chimera or perish in the attempt.
But in the first place, as the monster was so
rigidiously swift, he bethought himself that he should never win

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the victory by fighting on foot. The wisest thing he
could do, therefore, was to get the very best and
fastest horse that could anywhere be found. And what other
horse in all the world was half so fast as
the marvelous horse Pegasus, who had wings as well as legs,

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and was even more active in the air than on
the earth. To be sure, a great many people deny
that there was any such horse with wings, and said
that the stories about him were all poetry and nonsense.
But wonderful as it appeared, Bellerophuond believed that Pegasus was

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a real steed, and hoped that he himself might be
fortunate enough to find him, and, once fairly mounted on
his back, he would be able to fight the chimera
at better advantage. And this was the purpose with which
he had traveled from Lycia to Greece, and had brought
the beautifully ornamental bridle in his hand. It was an

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enchanted bridle. If he could only succeed in putting the
golden bit into the mouth of the Pegasus, the winged
horse would be submissive and would own Bellerophon for his master,
and fly whithersoever he might choose to turn the rein.

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But indeed it was a weary and anxious time while
Bellerophon waited and waited for the Pegasus in hopes that
he would come and drink at the fountain of Piren.
He was afraid that King Iobatus should think that he
had fled from the chimera. It pained him too to

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think how much mischief the monster was doing, while he himself,
instead of fighting with it, was compelled to sit idly
poring over the bright waters of Parin, as they gushed
out of the sparkling sand, and as Pegas came thither
so seldom in these later years, and scarcely alighted there

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more than once in a lifetime. Bellerophon feeled that he
might grow an old man and have no strength left
in his arms nor courage in his heart, before the
winged horse would appear. Oh, how heavily passes the time,
while an adventurous youth, in yearning to do his part

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in life, had to gather in the harvest of his renown.
How hard a lesson it is to wait? Our life
is brief, and how much of it is spent in
teaching us only this? Well was it for Bellerophon that
the gentle child had grown so fond of him, and

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was never weary of keeping him company. Every morning the
child gave him a new hope to put in his
heart instead of yesterday's withered one, Dear belleofhon he would cry,
looking up hopefully into his face, I think we shall
see the Pegasus to day and at length. If it

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had not been for the little boy's unwavering faith, Bellerophon
would have given up all hope and would have gone
back to Lycia and have done its best to slay
the chamera without the help of the winged horse, And
in that case, poor Bellerafhon would at least have been
terribly scorched by the creature's breath, and would most probably

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have been killed and devoured. Nobody should ever try to
fight an earth born chimera unless he can first get
upon the back of an aerial flying horse. One morning,
the child spoke to Bellerophon even more hopefully than usual. Dear,

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dear Bellarafhon cried, he I know not why this is,
but I feel as if we should certainly see Pegasus today.
And all that day he would not stir a step
away from Bellerophon's side. So they ate a crust of
breadtick and drank some of the water of the fountain.

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In the afternoon, there they sat, and Bellerophon had thrown
his arm around the child, who likewise had put one
of his little hands into Bellophuon's. The latter was lost
in his own thoughts and was fixing his eyes vacantly
on the trunks of the trees that overshadowed the fountain,

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and on the grape vines that clamored up among their branches,
that the gentle child was gazing down into the water.
He was grieved for Bellafharon's sake, that the hope of
another day should be deceived, like so many before it.

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And two or three quiet teardrops fell from his eyes
and mingled with what were said to be the many
tears of paren when she wept for her slain children.
But when he least thought of it, Bellerophon felt the

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presence the pressure of the child's little hand, and heard
a soft, almost breathless whisper. See there, dear Bellerophon, there
is an image in the water. The young man looked
down into the dimpling mirror of the fountain and saw

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what he took to be the reflection of a bird,
which seemed to be flying at a great height in
the air, with a gleam of sunshine on his snowy
or silvery wings. What a splendid bird it must be,
said he, And how very large it looks, though it
must really be flying higher than the clouds. It makes

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me tremble, whispered the child. I'm afraid to look up
into the air. It is very beautiful, Yet I dare
only look at his image in the water. Dear Bellerophon,
do you not see that it is no bird? It
is the winged horse Pegasus. Bellerophon's heart began to throb.

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He gazed keenly upward, but could not see the wigant
creature with the bird or horse, because just then it
it plunged into the fleecy depths of her summer cloud.
It was but a moment, however, before the object reappeared,
sinking lightly down out of the cloud, although still at

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a vast distance from the earth. Bellerophon caught the child
in his arms and shrank back with him, so that
they were both hidden among the thick shrubbery which grew
all around the fountain. He was afraid if Pegasus caught
a glimpse of them, he would fly far away and

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alight in some inaccessible mountain top. For it really was
the winged horse. After they had expected him so long,
he was coming to quench his thirst with the water
of piren Nearer and nearer came the aerial wonder, flying

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in great circles, as you may have seen a dove do.
When about to alight downward came Pegasus in those wide
sweeping circles, which grew narrower and narrower still as he
gradually approached the earth. The nearer the view of him,

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the more beautiful he was, and the more marvelous the
sweep of his silver wings. At last, with so light
a pressure, as hardly to bend the grass about the fountain,
or imprint a hoof print in the sand of his marchin,

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he alighted, and, stooping his wild head, began to drink.
He drew in the water with long and pleasant sighs
and tranquil pauses of enjoyment, and then another drink, and
another and another. For nowhere in the world or up

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above the clouds did Pegasus love any water as he
loved this of piren. And when his thirst was slaked satisfied,
he cropped a few of the honey blossoms of the clover,
delicately tasting them, but not caring to make a heavy meal,
because the herbage just beneath the clouds, on the loft

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decides of Mount Helicon, suited his taste better than this
ordinary grass. After thus drinking to his heart's content, and
in his taintive fashion, condescending to take a little food.
The winged horse began to caper to and fro and dance,

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as it were, out of mere idleness and sport. There
was never a more playful creature made than this very Pegasus,
so very frisked in a way, it delights me to
think about, fluttering his great wings lightly, and running little races,

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half on earth and half in the air, which I
know not whether to call a flight or a gallop.
When a creature is perfectly able to fly, he sometimes
chooses to run just for the pastime of the thing.
And so did Pegasus, although it did causse them some

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little trouble to keep his hoofs so near the ground. Beilafuan, meanwhile,
holding the child's hand, peeped forth from the shrubbery, and
thought that never was any sight so beautiful as this,
nor ever a horse's eyes so wild and spirited as

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those of Pegasus. It seemed to sin to think of
bridling him and riding on his back. Once or twice,
Pegasus stopped and sniffed the air, pricking up his ears
and tossing his head and turning it on all sides,
as if he partly suspected some mischief or other, Seeing

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nothing however, and hearing no sound, he soon began his
antics and fun again. At length, not that he was weary,
but only idle and luxurious. Pegasus folded his wings and
laid down on the soft green grass, but, being too

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full of aerial life to remain quite for many moments together,
he soon rolled over on his back, with his four
slender legs in the air. It was beautiful to see him,
This one solitary creature, whose mate had never been created,
but who needed no companion, and living a great many

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hundred years, was as happy as the centuries were long.
The more he did such things as mortal horses are
accustomed to do, the less earthly and more wonderful he seemed.
Bellerophon and the Child almost held their breath, partly from

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a delightful awe, but still more because they dreaded lest
the slightest stir or murmur should send him up with
the speed of an arrow into the furthest blue of
the sky. Finally, when he had enough of rolling over

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and over, Pegasus turned himself about, and indolently, like any
other horse, put out his forelegs in order to rise
from the ground. And Bellerophon, who had guessed that he
would do so, darted suddenly from the thicket and leapt
astride his back. Yes, there he sat on the back

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of the winged horse. But what a jump did Pegasus
make when for the first time he felt the weight
of a more told man upon his back a bound Indeed,
before he had time to draw a breath, Bellerophon found

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himself five hundred feet high and still shooting upward, while
the winged horse snarted and trembled with terror and anger.
Upward he went, up, up, up, until he plunged into
the cold, misty heart of a cloud, at which only

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a little while before Bellerophon had been gazing and fencing
it a very pleasant spot. Then again, out of the
heart of the cloud, Pegasus shot down like a thunderbolt,
as if he meant to dash both him and his
rider headlong against a rock. Then he went through about

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a thousand of the wildest cardwells that had ever been
performed either by a bird or horse. I cannot tell
you half of what he did. He skimmed straight forward
and sidewise and backward. He reared himself erect with his

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four legs on a wreath of mist, and his hind
legs on nothing at all. He flung out his heels
behind and put down his head between his legs, with
his wings pointing right upward, at about two miles height
above the earth. He turned to somersault so that Bellerophon's

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seals were where his head should have been, and he
seemed to look down into the sky instead of up.
He twisted his head about, and, looking Bellerophon in the face,
with fire flashing from his eyes, made a terrible attempt
to bite him. He shook his wings so wildly that

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one of the sover feathers was shaken out and floated
down to the earth, where it was picked up by
the child, who kept it as long as he lived
in memory of Pegasus and Bellerophon. But the latter, who,
as you may judge, was as good a horseman as
ever galloped, had been waiting, watching his opportunity, and at

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last clasped the golden bit of the enchanted bridle between
the winged steed's jaws. No sooner was this done than
Pegasus became as manageable as if he had taken food
all his life out of Bellerophon's hand. To speak what

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I really feel, it was almost a sadness to see
so wild a creature grow suddenly so tame, and Pegasus
seemed to feel it so. Likewise, he looked round to
Bellerophon with the tears in his beautiful eyes instead of
the fire that had so recently flushed from them. But

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when Bellerophon patted his head and spoke a few authoritative,
yet kind and soothing words, another look came into the
eyes of Pegasus, for he was glad at heart, after
so many lonely centuries, to have found a companion and

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a master. While Pegasus had been doing his best to
shake Bellerophon off his back, he had flown a very
long distance, and they had come within the sight of
a lofty mountain. By the time the bit was in
his mouth, Bellerophon had seen this mountain before, and he

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knew it to be Helicon, on the summit of which
was the wingt's horse's house. Then, after looking gently into
the rider's face as if to ask leave, Pegasus now
flew and alighted, while patiently waiting until Bellerophon should please

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to dismount. The young man accordingly leaped from his steed's back,
but still held him fast by the bridle in his eyes. However,
he was so affected by the gentleness of his aspect,
and by the thought of the free life which Pegasus

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had heretofore lived, that he could not bear to keep
from a prisoner if he really desired his liberty. Obeying
this generous impulse, he slipped the enchanted bridle off the
head of Pegasus and took the bit from his mouth.

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Leave me now, Pegasus said, he either leave me or
love me. In an instant, the winged horse shot almost
out of sight, sorowing straight upward from the summit of
Mont Helicon. Being long after sunset, it was now twilight

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on the mountaintop and dusky evening over all the country
round about. But Pegasus flew so high that he overtook
the departed day and was bathed in the upper radiance
of the sun. Ascending higher and higher, he looked upright spark,

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upright speck, and at last could no longer be seen
in the hollow waste of the sky, and Bella was
afraid that he should never see him anymore. But while
he was limiting his own foolishness, the bright speck reappeared

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and drew nearer and nearer, until it descended lower than
the sunshine, and behold, Pegasus had come back. After this trial,
there was no more fear of the winged horse making
his escape. He and Bellafaron were friends, and to put

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loving faith in one another. That night they lay down
and slept together, with Belleraphon's arm about the neck of Pegasus,
not as a caution, but for kindness, And they awoke
at the peep of day and bade one another good morning,
each in his own language. In this manner, Bellerophon and

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the wondrous steed spent several days and grew better acquainted
and fonder of each other. All the time. They went
on long aerial sky journeys, and sometimes ascended so high
that the earth looked hardly bigger than the moon. They

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visited distant countries and amazed the inhabitants, who thought that
the beautiful young man on the back of the winged
horse must have come down out of the sky. A
thousand miles a day was no more than an easy
space for the fast Pegasus to pass over. Bellerophon was
delighted with this kind of life, and would have liked

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nothing better than to live always in the same way,
aloft in the clear atmosphere. For it was always sunny
weather up there. However, cheerless and ranny it might be
in the lower region, but he could not forget the
horrible chimera which she had promised King Iobatus to slay.

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So at last, when he had become well accustomed to
the feats of horsemanship in the air, and could manage
Pegasus with the least motion of his hand, and had
taught him to obey his voice, he determined to attempt
the performance of this perilous adventure at daybreak. Therefore, as

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soon as he unclosed his eyes opened his eyes, he
gently pinched the winged horse's ear in order to arouse him.
Pegasus immediately started from the ground and pranced about a
quarter of a mile aloft, and made a grand sweep
around the mountain top by way of showing that he

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was wide awake and ready for any kind of excursion.
During the whole of this flight, he uttered a loud,
brisk and melodious knee, and finally came down at Bellerophon's side.
As slightly as ever you saw a sparrow hop upon
a twig. Well done, dear Pegasus, Well done, my sky skimmer,

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cried Bellerophon, fondly stroking the horse's neck. And now, my
fleet and beautiful friend, we must break our fast. To
day we are to fight the terrible chimera. And that's

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it for to day. We'll be back again with part
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