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be called good-looking. But Cyallrus' looks couldn't save

him in battle.

His beard was just starting to grow, in a golden colour,

gold

as the golden mane which streamed from his shoulders

down to his withers.

His face was handsome and strong. His neck and his

shoulders, his hands

and his torso -- all indeed of his human features -- were like

the work of a famous sculptor. His horse's parts lower down

were no less perfect, unblemished. A mount for Castor, if

given

a head and a neck! Such a ridable back, such a muscular chest!