The Horses of Venice (A Short Story)

It has always seemed to me that Venice has beenno horses in place at the moment did much to rob the
omitted as a place to go to for archeologicalbeauty of the Church, so she protested.
observations; more for the tourist or interested personI must admit, frankly the shock I saw in that woman's
on the romantic side of life's scale. We have manyeyes looking at those four horses, found in
charming and sound accounts of Venice by writes ofConstantinople in AD 1204, said to originally have
bygone years, within this genre. Can we not hope toadorned a Roman triumphal arch, brought her to near
furnish the reader with a few rational and interestinghyperventilating.
facts about old Venice, and perhaps give some foodI remember after we had walked closer to the horses,
for thought, by providing an archeological treasure, inalong with the lady, how heavy they seemed, in their
particular The Horses of Venice? I hope so.still existent portions, she wanted to touch them, leaned
I was twenty-seven years old, a Staff Sergeant in theover a rope fence to do so, tremendous energy of a
United States Army, I was stationed a hundred milesexplosive type appeared to fill her face when she did,
from Venice, in April of 1980, and a new found friend,as if she lit up for folks to see her a considerable
at my army base, upon my first week there, askeddistance away.
me one weekend if I wanted to go to Pisa, or Venice,The fact that it had been so immediate, the guard
for the afternoon. And I picked Venice.stood as if he was dead in his position, and I felt a little
I could not contemplate the excitement that wasuncomfortable, as if I was to be removed from the
building up inside of me, on the early morning train ridesquare for bringing this woman to do such a thing.
to Venice, with my friend, Sergeant Goodman, I was"In 1797," the woman said to me and Goodman,
near breathless. To me, Venice was this obscure part"Bonaparte took the horses to Paris, but we got them
of the world, a thing that was of importance, to theback here in 1815."
unconquered, and those folks who had money, onThe surprising thing, next to her progressive inattention
vacation. And back in 1980, not a lot of Americans toto all life that surrounded her at this moment, but those
my knowledge were heading towards renownedhorses, she was no longer scattered- brained, but
places for the weekend; it was famous in my eyes, arather calm.
place of faith, love and a journey of inspiration."If they hadn't brought the horses down," I told her,
Once at the gates of Venice, we headed down the"you'd never been able to touch the horse; they would
Grand Canal, it was lightly raining, and it was cool. Thehave been up there another hundred years."
railing on the boat was cold from the rain. It all seemed"Shoo," she said, "that's so true."
a fitting enough trip on the canal, or down the Canal toAfter a short time, the guard moved closer to the
St. Mark's Square, where we'd be swamped withhorses, in case the woman decided to repeat her
pigeons, it all looked as if the folks were accustomedoffence. All consequently lay on her face, but it looked
to our presence, less incongruous on the boat thanlike she could live with it, indicative she could try again,
they would be later on when we walked back to thebut she refrained herself.
gate entrance, through the city across the manyNow, as I was about to leave she said in a more
bridges.natural way, clearing her throat, her little wound healed,
Regarding the four horses of Venice, it is a fact one"I suppose the air pollution damages the horses-so I've
can become accustomed to the sight of things thatread-and I suppose inside the Basilica, will be a nice
have been in place for a long time. People were talkinghome for the horses, so let the replicas stand now for
about the horses of Venice, as the Sergeant800-years, see what happens to them, they don't
Goodman, and I walked around St. Mark's Square. Onemake thinks like they used to you know."
woman said,And then off Sergeant Goodman and myself went
"It is quite shocking, I've been to Venice twenty-times,walking our way back along the Canal, across a
I'm so used to seeing those Four Horses of St. Mark's,dozen bridges or so, grabbing a slice of pizza, at one
standing over the main entrance of the church (aboveof the musing deli's, nearby, passing a few ill-mannered
the Gothic addition) the only existing specimen of ancitizens. There was nothing we wanted to do in
ancient Roman monumental four-horse chariot."particular. But after a while we stopped and rested,
I looked up and sure enough there were no horses, Ilistened to a fiddler by another church, playing for
looked to the side of the church, and there they were,spare coins, I dropped a quarter into his hat; he was a
being nailed into wooden crates, for renovation,young hippie, so it seemed. I saw a few other
storage, and future display.American military men walking about. And we took the
"They are going to be replaced with replicas," said thelate afternoon back to our military base, got home
middle-aged, well preserved lady who wanted to cry,about 7:00 p.m., and had a long hardy sleep.
thinking all this was unreal, and the fact that there were