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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Heroes by Charles Kingsley: centaur, and his song, and the playfellows whom he was to
see.
Then Cheiron put the lyre into his hands, and taught him how
to play it, till the sun sank low behind the cliff, and a
shout was heard outside.
And then in came the sons of the heroes, AEneas, and
Heracles, and Peleus, and many another mighty name.
And great Cheiron leapt up joyfully, and his hoofs made the
cave resound, as they shouted, 'Come out, Father Cheiron;
come out and see our game.' And one cried, 'I have killed
two deer;' and another, 'I took a wild cat among the crags;'
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