He took the golden bridle from the horse's mouth. With one great leap the horse was gone. Bellerophon watched until he was a black dot in the sky. Then he rubbed his eyes. The black dot was growing larger! In a minute Pegasus was back. He came over to Bellerophon and laid his head on the man's shoulder.

With one leap the horse was high in the air. Down he shot, like a bullet, trying to throw his rider. He turned and twisted and kicked. He turned over and flew on his back. Bellerophon just hung on tighter. At last Bellerophon saw his chance. He succeeded in slipping the bit between the horse's teeth.

As soon as he did, the horse stopped fighting. Minerva's magic bridle turned the wild Pegasus into a tame and gentle horse. He sailed gently down to a mountain top. There he stood quietly. Bellerophon slid of his back. Bellerophon threw his arms around the horse's neck.

At last he landed lightly on the bank a few feet away. Bellerophon saw that the wings were shining silver. The horse bent over to drink. Bellerophon knew that this was his chance! He rose slowly and leaped upon the horse's back. He had no time to slip the golden bridle over the horse's head. He wrapped his arms around the horse's neck.

At last he landed lightly on the bank a few feet away. Bellerophon saw that the wings were shining silver. The horse bent over to drink. Bellerophon knew that this was his chance! He rose slowly and leaped upon the horse's back. He had no time to slip the golden bridle over the horse's head. He wrapped his arms around the horse's neck.

Pegasus did not want to leave him! "Pegasus!" he cried. He threw his arms around the horse's neck and hugged him. Gently the horse licked his face. Bellerophon was a great hero in Lycia. The king and the people were overjoyed to hear of the dragon's death.

Bellerophon was puzzled. Could the lad be right? This was the only hope he had. "I will wait here," he said. "It may be the boy is right and the horse will come." Day after day he sat near the water. Every day the little boy came to watch with him. One day they sat as always looking at the clear blue water. The boy softly laid his hand on Bellerophon's arm.

This time he ran it straight into the snake's throat. Pegasus flashed upward again. When Bellerophon looked back the terrible dragon lay still. A cloud of smoke rose slowly. Bellerophon and Pegasus came back down. They lay down to rest. At last Bellerophon reached over to pat the horse. How he wished he might keep him always!

Bellerophon began to plan. He knew he could not kill the dragon alone. He had to have help. When he needed help he went to the gods. Bellerophon did not know how to go about it. One night he could not sleep. "How can I get the gods to help me?" he cried. Suddenly the room began to light up. Stronger and stronger grew the light. Bellerophon sat up in surprise.

Most people laughed at him. They had not even heard of Pegasus. Many people thought Bellerophon was crazy. Day after day he went on asking the same question. At last, tired and hopeless, he stopped to rest. A little boy came running by. He stopped to look at the stranger. "Son," said Bellerophon, "you haven't seen a horse with wings, have you?"

Minerva handed him a beautiful golden bridle. Bellerophon looked at her in surprise. "What shall I do with it?" he asked. "I have no horse." "Have you ever heard of the horse Pegasus?" "The wonderful horse with wings?"

He said he was the Devil And I'm here to do some Devil shit!

Before Bellerophon could ask this question, Minerva was gone. The room grew dark again. Could he have dreamed all this? Then he felt the bridle in his hand. Early next morning he started out to find the wonderful horse. He asked everyone he met the same question. "Have you seen Pegasus, the horse with wings?"

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Bellerophon had to throw his arm over his eyes. As the dragon made its leap, Pegasus sprang away. In a moment horse and rider were out of reach in the sky. Bellerophon patted his horse. "You saved us, Pegasus," he whispered. "But we must go back. We must kill the dragon." Down, down, they sailed again, straight at the dragon.

The goat head was rolling down the hill. The lion roared and the snake hissed. The wounded dragon roared in pain. Again Pegasus flew downward. Again Bellerophon's great sword swung through the smoke and flame. The dragon's sharp claws raked Bellerophon and Pegasus. Again Bellerophon looked back. The lion head was hanging.