In size and shape it was the same, but the colour was coal-black and the star upon its forehead white.

Also the eye was more fiery.
"These are the horses," said the Arab, Masouda translating.

"They are twins, seven years old and never backed until they were rising six, cast at a birth by the swiftest mare in Syria, and of a pedigree that can be counted for a hundred years." "Horses indeed!" said Wulf.

"Horses indeed! But what is the price of them ?" Masouda repeated the question in Arabic, whereon the man replied in the same tongue with a slight shrug of the shoulders.
"Be not foolish.

You know this is no question of price, for they are beyond price.