They swept forth when most
of the earth was virgin, and their warcry sounded terror
in a world not yet tuned to the clap of megatons.
The ancient Greeks portrayed them in gorgeous hues-as oppressors of men, as young
and beautiful maidens vehemently unfeminine but rarely unwomanly. In peace they could assume the allurements of the coquette. In war, when they impiously out battled armies of men. Their
horsemanship and archery commanded admiration when not inspiring dread. They galloped
along the edges of civilization.
All the generations born since
they vanished after the fall of Troy
have been touched by the wonder of them.
Today, after three millenniums, their ability to inspire has not abated.