Chapter 13 - THE WEIRD HORSES

"On the brink of the night and the morning

My coursers are wont to respire,

But the earth has just whispered a warning,

That their flight must be swifter than fire,

They shall breathe the hot air of desire."

SHELLEY.

One night when the stars shone brightly, Setanta, as he passed by Cathvah's astrological tower, heard him declare t