BROIEFORT, THE BLACK ARABIAN 1 5 I 



magne, tjiere was not a prouder man in all Eu- 

 rope than he. His fellow warriors cheered him 

 for the gallant victory which he had helped to 

 win ; but his mind was all on the horse. He kept 

 patting the animal on the neck and saying over 

 and over again : 



" Now thanks to fairy Fortune, that has given 

 me this steed, whom I wished for more than any- 

 thing else in the broad world ! So long as I live 

 there shall nothing persuade me to pai^t with my 

 good Broiefort — the war-horse whom Fortune 

 allowed me to win fairly at the risk of my life." 



It was a matter of common talk, — and there- 

 fore true, — that Broiefort had been reared in 

 Arabia, whence all the best horses come. Save 

 for his forehead, in which there was a snow-white 

 new moon, and his two fore feet, which were also 

 white, he was the color of polished ebony. He 

 was very strong, and his arching neck and slen- 

 der legs and shapely head were admired by every- 

 body that saw him. He was teachable, gentle, 

 wise, and brave, and it was not long until he loved 

 Ogier as well as Ogier loved him. For many 

 years after the famous battle with Brunamont, 

 the flaxen-haired Dane and the black Arabian 

 were never separated for a day, and people re- 



