chariot

And I looked and saw the chariot and horses, of which the voice had spoken.

My uncle was going home, and it was delivered to him just as he stepped into his chariot.

On the day after that there were chariot races in a wide place outside the walls.

After making the wish, King Midas leaped into his chariot to return home.

As soon as his feet touched the chariot floor, it turned into solid gold.

I wished to decline, but this he would not allow, and urged me to enter his chariot with him.

I pulled the chariot out, and drove off the hostile mercenaries.

The reins were of silk, and the chariot shone with burnished gold.

He soon reached the avenue by which the chariot had disappeared from his sight.

Yielding to a conviction that it was to be, I murmured “Kismet,” and descended from my chariot.