The west wind came over the Eagles, gathered purity from the evergreenslopes of the mountains, blew across the foothills and league widefields, and came at length to the stallion with a touch of coolness andenchanting scents of far-off things. Just as his head went up, just asthe breeze lifted mane and tail, Marianne Jordan halted her pony anddrew in her breath with pleasure. For she had caught from the chestnutin the corral one flash of perfection and those far-seeing eyes calledto mind the Arab belief. Says the Sheik: "I have raised my mare from a foal, and out of love forme she will lay down her life; but when I come out to her in themorning, when I feed her and give her water, she still looks beyond meand across the desert. She is waiting for the coming of a real man, she is waiting for the coming of a true master out of the horizon!"