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In Greek mythology, Endymion is condemned to an eternal sleep so that Selene—or, in later traditions, Diana—may gaze upon his beauty forever.

In this nineteenth-century painting attributed to Angelo Mignoni, the young shepherd rests peacefully in an Arcadian landscape, his bow and quiver lying beside him as reminders of the hunt. Yet one figure remains awake.

The sighthound.

Alert and watchful, it turns its head toward the unseen presence approaching through the night. While Endymion sleeps, the hound becomes the guardian of the moment, the first living creature to sense the arrival of the goddess.

Rather than simply accompanying the hunter, the sighthound connects the human world with the divine, embodying vigilance, intuition, and the silent awareness that so often defines its place in art.

Before he became the colourful Harlequin of the Italian stage, there was Hellequin.

Before Hellequin, there was King Herla.

And before the laughter of the theatre, there rode an endless company across the night sky, followed by the distant sound of unseen hounds.

Legends change their names, cross mountains, and survive the passing of centuries.