And I glanced from side to side into the woods , Reassuring myself that there was nothing there . The soft rustling of the leaves against the thick brown Maple trees and the gentle breeze going past my ear Steadily promised nothing in the woods . But a throbbing pain suddenly hit my head . At that moment I thought of the Trojan Horse , The burning of the city , and the slaughtering of the Trojans .
At last , we approached a lake . The water could not Be any fresher inside that glassy pool , And the surface was so calm , there were no ripples To be seen . The dehydrated horses swarmed The water hole , attempting to drink all They could muster . I glanced behind us And saw a weird inscription on a tree . It stated , Κανείς δεν με προκαλεί ατιμώρητα : Nobody challenges me with impunity .
Suddenly , every horse ’ s head turned Toward us in sync . Step by step They approached , closer and closer , Staring at us with a disdainful glare in their eyes , then suddenly came to a halt Three feet in front of us . On the ground , A deep large inscription read , “ Your act Against us shall lead to your immolation .
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