And the huntsman, they added, ought to be as careful about dangerous places as about the beasts themselves: many a time horse and rider had gone headlong down a precipice to death.
[8] The lad seemed to take all their lessons to heart at the time: but then he saw a stag leap up, and forgot all the wise cautions he had heard, giving chase forthwith, noticing nothing except the beast ahead of him.

His horse, in its furious plunge forward, slipped, and came down on its knees, all but throwing the rider over its head.

As luck would have it the boy managed to keep his seat, and the horse recovered its footing.

When they reached the flat bottom, Cyrus let fly his javelin, and the stag fell dead, a beautiful big creature.

The lad was still radiant with delight when up rode the guard and took him severely to task.