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.

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.

Great clouds of hot smoke poured from the animal's mouths. Bellerophon spoke. "It's the dragon, Pegasus!" he cried. Pegasus gave a loud cry and leaped forward. The dragon rushed to meet him. Great flames now burst from all three mouths.

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.

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.

Bellerophon trained Pegasus to obey him. Pegasus always seemed to know what Bellerophon wanted him to do. After a few days they were ready for the dragon. Early one morning they set off for Lycia. As the flew over the land they saw burned houses and dead cattle.

Many years later Jupiter, the king of the gods, wanted to put Pegasus up in the sky. He sent a fly to sting the horse. When the fly stung Pegasus, he jumped. He jumped so suddenly Bellerophon fell off. Pegasus flew up into the sky. There, the Greeks said, he has been ever since.

The flame died out and a last cloud of smoke arose. Both Bellerophon and Pegasus were bleeding. Pegasus turned and went down again. The dragon was rolling over in pain. The big tail swung back and forth. The jaws were open wide. Bellerophon pulled his sword back.

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 trained Pegasus to obey him. Pegasus always seemed to know what Bellerophon wanted him to do. After a few days they were ready for the dragon. Early one morning they set off for Lycia. As they flew over the land they saw burned houses and dead cattle.

"Don't move," he said. "Do not look up. I see the horse in the water." Bellerophon's heart beat fast. Very slowly he raised his eyes. The boy was right! A great white horse was sailing through the air. His great wings carried him in smooth circles. Closer and closer he came. He seemed not to notice Bellerophon and the boy.

There's something wrong it him? He was trying to do him in the face and his ass.

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.

But Bellerophon had made a promise. "Let's go back to the mountain, Pegasus," he said. The wonderful horse leaped upward again. In a few minutes they landed. "Oh, Pegasus, I hate to leave you," cried Bellerophon. "But you have done your work. Now you are free again."

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.