“Don’t play games with your king. Out with it, man!” snaps Deiphobus. “Tell us in plain language what you found.” “In plain language, highness,” says the captain, too euphoric to be brought up short by Deiphobus’s harsh tone, “we found . . . a horse.” “Well, I’m sure there’s nothing so very strange in that,” says Hecuba. “But no!” says the captain, unable to stop smiling. “This is a horse like you’ve never seen before. A horse”—he points up at the ceiling—“a horse as high as this roof. A horse made of wood!”
