The Statesman and the Horse
by Ambrose Bierce · from Fantastic Fables
Adapted Version
Mr. Important walked home. He was tired. He did a big job. He helped many people. He came from the big city. He was very tired. He walked a long way. His legs were sore. He felt sleepy. He wanted his bed.
A big horse ran very fast. It came near Mr. Important. The Horse was strong. It had a long mane. It had a long tail. Mr. Important saw it. He called to the Horse. 'Stop, please!' he said. The Horse stopped.
Mr. Important spoke to the Horse. 'Come with me,' he said. 'Let us walk.' It will be nice. We can go to my home. It is not far. He smiled.
The Horse said, 'No. I cannot go.' I must go fast. My master is in the big city. I must find him there. I was not fast enough. He went ahead of me. I must catch him.
Mr. Important looked at the Horse. He wanted to know. 'Who is your master?' he asked. He waited.
The Horse said, 'My master is a man. He did a big job. He helped all. He saved our country. He is very great.' Mr. Important heard this. He felt confused.
Mr. Important felt strange. 'That is not right,' he said. 'I am that man. I did the big job. There is a mistake here. It is very odd.' He shook his head. This was a puzzle.
Mr. Important asked the Horse. 'Why did your master go fast? Why was he in a hurry? Please tell me.' He waited for an answer. He looked at the Horse's eyes.
The Horse said, 'He wanted to be first. He wanted a big prize. He wanted the reward. He helped all. Now he wants the country. He wants it for himself. He must get it.'
Mr. Important knew. He felt a little sad. He sighed softly. He walked on slowly. He still had a limp. He thought about the Horse. He thought about its master. He just walked home. He felt thoughtful. The day was ending. The sun went down.
Original Story
The Statesman and the Horse
A Statesman who had saved his country was returning from Washington on foot, when he met a Race Horse going at full speed, and stopped it.
“Turn about and travel the other way,” said the Statesman, “and I will keep you company as far as my home. The advantages of travelling together are obvious.”
“I cannot do that,” said the Race Horse; “I am following my master to Washington. I did not go fast enough to suit him, and he has gone on ahead.”
“Who is your master?” inquired the Statesman.
“He is the Statesman who saved his country,” answered the Race Horse.
“There appears to be some mistake,” the other said. “Why did he wish to travel so fast?”
“So as to be there in time to get the country that he saved.”
“I guess he got it,” said the other, and limped along, sighing.
Story DNA
Moral
Those who claim to save their country often do so for personal gain.
Plot Summary
A Statesman, lauded for saving his country, encounters a Race Horse hurrying back to Washington. The horse explains it's following its master, 'the Statesman who saved his country,' who rushed ahead to 'get the country that he saved.' The original Statesman, realizing the cynical truth about political ambition and self-interest, sighs and limps away in resignation.
Themes
Emotional Arc
disillusionment to resignation
Writing Style
Narrative Elements
Cultural Context
Ambrose Bierce was known for his cynical and often dark view of human nature and politics, particularly after the American Civil War. This story reflects a common sentiment of disillusionment with political figures of the era.
Plot Beats (10)
- A Statesman, credited with saving his country, is walking home from Washington.
- He encounters a fast-moving Race Horse and stops it.
- The Statesman suggests they travel together for mutual benefit.
- The Race Horse declines, stating it must follow its master to Washington because it was too slow for him.
- The Statesman asks the horse to identify its master.
- The Race Horse identifies its master as 'the Statesman who saved his country'.
- The Statesman expresses confusion, noting a 'mistake'.
- The Statesman asks why his master was in such a hurry.
- The Race Horse explains the master's haste was 'So as to be there in time to get the country that he saved.'
- The Statesman, understanding the cynical truth, sighs and continues his journey, limping.
Characters
The Statesman ★ protagonist
A man of average height, perhaps slightly stooped from age or weariness. His build is likely lean, suggesting a life of intellectual rather than physical labor. He limps, indicating an injury or chronic condition, adding to his appearance of being somewhat past his prime.
Attire: He wears a dark, somewhat worn, but still respectable frock coat, typical of a 19th-century American statesman, over a waistcoat and trousers. His clothing, while once fine, shows signs of travel and perhaps a lack of recent attention, suggesting his current state of disillusionment. A cravat or necktie would be present, though possibly askew.
Wants: Initially, he seems to be returning home after a significant achievement, perhaps seeking quiet reflection or recognition. By the end, his motivation shifts to a resigned acceptance of political realities.
Flaw: His idealism or perhaps his underestimation of others' ambition. He is vulnerable to the cynical nature of politics.
He begins the story with a sense of quiet accomplishment, but through his encounter with the Race Horse, he gains a cynical understanding of how quickly his achievements can be overshadowed or exploited by others, leading to a profound sense of disillusionment.
Wise, disillusioned, observant, slightly cynical, and weary. He possesses a dry wit and a deep understanding of human nature and politics.
Image Prompt & Upload
An elderly man of average height with a lean build, standing upright but with a slight stoop, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. He has a lined face with a weary but intelligent expression, graying hair neatly combed, and deep-set eyes. He wears a dark, slightly worn frock coat over a waistcoat, a white shirt, and dark trousers. A dark cravat is tied loosely around his neck. He has a distinct limp, with one foot slightly turned inward. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Race Horse ◆ supporting
A powerful, muscular racehorse, built for speed and endurance. Its coat would be sleek and well-groomed, indicative of its value and purpose. Its legs would be long and slender, but strong, with well-defined muscles.
Attire: No clothing, but possibly a racing bridle and bit, suggesting its recent activity. Perhaps a light, decorative blanket or saddle if it were just coming from a race, but the story implies it's running freely.
Wants: To follow its master to Washington and fulfill its purpose of being fast enough to suit him.
Flaw: Its unquestioning loyalty and literal interpretation of its master's commands, making it susceptible to manipulation or misunderstanding the true nature of events.
The horse does not undergo a significant arc; it serves as a catalyst for the Statesman's realization, remaining consistent in its character and purpose.
Loyal, single-minded, literal, and somewhat naive. It is focused entirely on its master's instructions and purpose.
Image Prompt & Upload
A powerful, muscular racehorse, standing alert and facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. It has a sleek, dark bay coat, a noble head with large, intelligent dark eyes, and a well-kept mane and tail. Its legs are long and strong, poised as if ready to run. It wears a simple leather bridle with a bit. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Locations
Rural Road to Washington
A dusty, unpaved road, likely flanked by fields or sparse woods, leading towards the capital city. The statesman is walking, suggesting a long journey, and the horse is running at full speed.
Mood: Initially mundane, becoming reflective and somber.
The meeting between the Statesman and the Race Horse, where the core irony of the story is revealed.
Image Prompt & Upload
A long, unpaved dirt road stretches into the distance under a clear, bright sky, flanked by dry, golden fields and scattered low-lying scrub brush. The road shows faint tracks from wagons and hooves, with a fine layer of dust disturbed by recent travel. Sunlight casts short, sharp shadows, indicating midday. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.