It was said and believed that they helped people
to remember what they taught.
And now even their names are forgotten except by the few who love to
remember the things others forget.
One beautiful summer morning this winged horse appeared at the fountain
of the Muses on Mount Helicon. The laughing Thalia, the Muse of Comedy,
saw him as she dropped from the sky. Dancing Terpsichore tried to take
him by the mane, but the white wings flashed in her face and the
wonderful steed was gone before she had touched him.
Urania, the Muse who loved the heavens, believed that he was from some
star world.
Clio, the Muse of History, knew that no such creature had ever lived on
earth before.
They all watched for his return. The next morning he was seen again at
the fountain; after that he came every day. The Muses named him Pegasus.
"We know that there is a work for all created things. What can his be?"
the sisters asked one another.
Sure enough his work came at last.
In a distant land was a brave young soldier named Bellerophon. He was so
bold, so fearless, and so handsome that those who ought to have been his
friends became jealous of him. That means trouble, you know.
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