Robert H. Fuller, The Golden Hope: A Story of the Time of King Alexander the Great
“ Iphicrates replied, again mopping his face. "It is like a tragedy in a theatre," the boy said, catching his breath in the intensity of his excitement. "Look! Who is that?" Across the front of the Macedonians rode a man upon a great black horse that curvetted and tossed the foam from his bit. The rider's armor flashed through the dust and his white plumes nodded from his helmet. "That must be Alexander himself," Iphicrates replied. "Ah, here they come!" Louder rose the pæan as the phalanx swept forward. ”
