There were six magnificent stallions that carried the king as he conquered the world—and a seventh, the greatest of all.  What did Bucephalus do that Alexander, who counted little the spoils of kingdoms, named a city in his honor? Here is the story of Alexander's horses as only the young stableboys who cared for them could know it.  Nepos and Phidon themselves had marvelous and terrifying adventures encountering murderous spies, abandoned by their guides in a desert dust storm, rescuing Bucephalus from the pyramid where thieves would entomb them.  Undaunted, they asked nothing but to stay with the horses.

They go along as Alexander wins the east and each of the seven distinguishes himself.  When one stallion falls before flights of arrows and another is crushed by elephants, Bucephalus carries his master throughout the course of the most terrible battle of all.  The boys grieve with the victorious Alexander as it proves too much even for this great horse and he dies of exhaustion.  This is the story of a horse the world never forgot, told as if the reader watched him.

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