"The owner gloried in his treasure and boasted of his control over the horse, even at a distance.
"Then Hedulio came forward. The crowd was visibly amazed to see a young nobleman put himself on a level with the commonality. But they all knew Hedulio's affable ways and there were no hoots or jeers.
"Hedulio examined the horse carefully, fetlocks, hoofs, mouth and all. Then he gentled and patted it. When he vaulted into the saddle, the brute did a little rearing, kicking and bucking, but soon quieted.
"Hedulio trotted him round the ring, calling to the owner:
"I dare you to try all your signals.'
"The owner seemed to try, at first far back in the crowd, so confident was he of his control of the horse, then nearer, then standing in the front row of spectators.
"The horse remained quiet.
"So Hedulio rode him home and all at the villa acclaimed the horse a great prize.
"The marvel was that he was only a two-year-old, as all experts agreed. I have seen many trick horses, but seldom a good trick horse under eight years old and never a well-trained trick horse under four years old. This was barely two."
"Is he still in your stables?" Tanno asked.