The day Alexander the Great, barely twelve years old at the time, challenged and tamed the stallion Bucephalus, I knew that he was destined for an extraordinary future. But I did not know then that our fates would be intertwined forever. Alexander had the city of Alexandria Bucephalous erected at the point where Bucephalus had fallen. He was never the same again. We abandoned the conquest of India and retreated. Alexander died of malaria in Babylon, just before his thirty-third birthday. Memoires of Ptolemy I Soter, approx. 285BC A horse frozen in the ice! “Are you awake? Finally?” “Ouch!” “Fire!”