Every year men brought King Sabur rare things. That year three of them came. Each carried one thing he had spent a long time making.
What the third man brought was a horse made of wood. Cut from black ebony, heavy and smooth to the hand. It flies, he said.
The king did not believe it, and the man showed him on the spot. The horse left the ground, rose above the roof, and came down again. The king asked the price.