The Boy Who Cried Horse
Illustrated by Helen Flook
A & C Black • London
Reprinted 2009
First published 2007 by
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Text copyright © 2007 Terry Deary
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Table of Contents
Troy, 1180 BC
Aesop the Greek storyteller said:
There is no believing a liar, even when he speaks the truth
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I live in an invisible city. The city of Troy. Once, the finest city in the world. It’s not there now. It’s gone. The wind blows across the plains and covers the stones with sand and dust.
How can this be? you ask. How could a mighty city turn to a crumbling ruin in my lifetime?
I will tell you, if you will listen. Troy would still be there now if they had listened to me back then. The trouble was I told lies.
But I’m not lying now.
You believe me, don’t you? I am Acheron the Liar. The last Trojan. And this is my story. Listen and learn…
My mother used to tell me stories.
“I’ll not forget the day you were born,” she’d say. “The day our brave Prince Paris came to Troy. He stood upon the palace steps and spoke.”
Then Mother would stand and raise her chin. Her eyes would gaze into the distance and she became our prince. “People Trojan, greet you I with deep joy, godly thanks give us for journey safely homeward be today in shiply sail.”
“Why does he speak like that?” I’d ask.
Mother would shake her head. “Our Paris is good with a sword. Hopeless with words. He tangles them up like wet washing on a windy day.”
And then she’d tell me how Prince Paris showed the Trojans his new wife, Queen Helen. “Lovelier than a great steak pie,” she’d sigh.
