
Transcript
Book 1, Chapter Three: The Taming of Bucephalus, Pages 53 and 54
“HA HA HA HA HA!”
“So, Alexander!” Philip booms, amused at his son’s boldness.
“Do you mean to say
that my men and I, renowned and battle-scarred,
would know less than you – a unbloodied boy of soft flesh –
about taming wild horses?!”
“I haven’t had my turn yet,” Alexander replies,
fingers curled into trembling fist.
Philip laughs.
“Hah! Fair enough! Let’s see you try!
But if you fail,
what then?”
“Then I…
Then I will pay for my mistakes!
All… what? Thirteen talents of him, right, atta (uncle)?”
The horse merchant nods.
“Fine!” Alexander asserts, and proudly,
as a lion cub meets its poacher,
he faces his father and their bodyguards,
sealing his wager.
“If I must sacrifice all my savings
–whatever! I don’t care! I want him! I am doing it!
You’ll see.”
Chapter Three 053-054
A kid paying $100k for a horse from his own allowance is bonkers if you think about it…. I wish I had that kind of money at his age looool.
Footnotes:
átta (ἄττα)- father; a mode of address by a younger to an elder. (The Greeks past and present would refer to both family, friends and strangers using familial honorifics. If you are raised in a culture with similar practices, you get it.)











