Smiting heavily, he apportioned one doom for this one, another for that one, mighty Ares, our trace-horse on the right.
The trace-horses pressed close to the shafts and sticking in the snow kicked it up, hard and glittering as sugar.
Sometimes his children, robed in white, stood with him in the chariot, or rode the trace-horses.
One was that the chestnut trace-horse, who had been unmistakably overworked on the previous day, was off his feed and out of sorts.
Orestes, driving close to the near edge of the turning-post, almost grazed it with his wheel each time and, giving rein to the trace-horse on the right, he checked the horse on the inner side.