“You would make that connection,” she said dryly. “Rossi named him. And I don’t believe he was thinking about a mathematical theory when he did it. It’s more likely that he thought Chaos might cause a total upset in everything around him.”

“Isn’t that what I just said? Was he as special as Sasha thought he’d be?”

She nodded. “He was gangly and awkward like all colts, but even at birth you could see how beautiful he was going to be. Sasha fell in love with him the minute she helped him come into the world.”

“And you tried to buy him for her?”

“There wasn’t any way I could. Antonio Rossi, the breeder, wasn’t going to let him go. He’d been trying for decades to breed a stallion of his own with pure Nisean blood. Besides, not only was Chaos absolutely unique, Rossi was sure he was going to take the racing world by storm and make him millions, if not billions.”

“So much for being crazy about his horses,” Korgan said cynically. “In the end it all goes back to money.”

“I believe Rossi did care about the foal, at least in the beginning; it was only later that he became dazzled by the potential he saw looming. Like I said, Chaos was unique. The chances of his bloodline being duplicated were almost nil. Niseans are considered extinct.”

“What?” Korgan was suddenly alert. “I never heard of the breed, but then I’m not into horse breeding. But extinct automatically means cash in the bank in most categories. I imagine that’s why you suddenly went into a panic. Let’s go back and start over where you should have begun. Why is a Nisean horse so unique?”