One must grant recognition to the almost fanatical devotion of the Walter Farley fans, and the Black himself has won his own coterie. But this is- for this reader anyhow- a disappointment. The story rarely achieves more than a rambling gait as horse and owner fly to Spain in search of the Black's famous Arabian sire. They locate him, not too convincingly, in a mysterious unnamed European country where his owner, Sheikh Abd-al-Rahman, raises boraes on a mountaintop, complete with hanging gardens, Victorian coaches and liveried coachmen. The Sheikh's wife tries to kill the Black to avenge the death of her father, who had died in a fall from the Black long years before....If this were not Walter Farley, one would be inclined to say ""N-E-I-G-H"" to this.