The Persian Boy - Bagoas, Bucephalus, Alexander
Bucephalus was not what one might call a well-trained steed. For certain he heeded Alexander, bound to him by the gods knew what strange providence had aligned their course. He extended some tolerance to those close to Alexander also; outside of that, he remained a wild beast and a dangerous one.
I am not sure what drew me to him. Perhaps we each sensed our love for our master, for he accepted my small offerings of honeycomb and bread. Alexander, when he found us thus, was pleased; he smiled, pressing me back against the great horse’s flank, to kiss me.