“Minotaur.” He sounded out the unfamiliar name carefully. Most things in the book weren’t ponies, so that was a different species, which—he had to admit—did look like a cow. The woodcut was only of its head, but that was enough to show the bovine characteristics and the two horns that Diamond Mint had indicated. If he’d understood her correctly, it was bipedal, and must be tall, since the furniture in the embassy was much bigger than any of the ponies would have constructed for themselves.