“We haven’t seen any other centaurs,” I observed. “No,” said Chiron sadly. “My kinsmen are a wild and barbaric folk, I’m afraid. You might encounter them in the wilderness, or at major sporting events. But you won’t see any here.” “You said your name was Chiron. Are you really…” He smiled down at me. “The Chiron from the stories? Trainer of Hercules and all that? Yes, Percy, I am.”
