he other bad spirits, freed the captives and restored sight
to the blind, by dropping the blood of the slaughtered Divs into their
eyes. And so it will be with us, my friends! We shall be set free, and
the eyes of Cambyses and of our blind and infatuated fathers will be
opened to see our innocence. Listen, Bischen; if we really should be
executed, go to the Magi, the Chaldwans, and Nebenchari the Egyptian, and
tell them they had better not study the stars any longer, for that those
very stars had proved themselves liars and deceivers to Darius."

"Yes," interrupted Araspes, "I always said that dreams were the only real
prophecies. Before Abradatas fell in the battle of Sardis, the peerless
Panthea dreamt that she saw him pierced by a Lydian arrow."

"You cruel fellow!" exclaimed Zopyrus. "Why do you remind us, that it is
much more glorious to die in battle than to have our necks wrung off"

"Quite right," answered the elder man; "I confess that I have seen many a
death, which I should prefer to our own,--indeed to life itself. Ah,
boys, there was a time when things went better than they do now."

"Tell us something about those times."

"And tell us why you never married. It won't matter to you in the next
world, if we do let out your secret."

"There's no secret; any of your own fathers could tell you what you want
to hear from me. Listen then. When I was young, I used to amuse myself
with women, but I laughed at the idea of love. It occurred, however, that
Panthea, the most beautiful of all women, fell into our hands, and Cyrus
gave her into my charge, because I had always boasted that my heart was
invulnerable. I saw her everyday, and learnt, my friends, that love is
stronger than a man's will. However, she refused all my offers, induced
Cyrus to remove me from my office near her, and to accept her husband
Abradatas as an ally. When her handsome husband went out to the war, this
high-minded, faithful woman decked him out with all her own jewels and
told him that the noble conduct of Cyrus, in treating her like a sister,
when she was his captive, could only be repaid by the most devoted
friendship and heroic courage. Abradatas agreed with her, fought for
Cyrus like a lion, and fell. Panthea killed herself by his dead body. Her
servants, on hearing of this, put an end to their own lives too at the
grave of this best of mistresses. Cyrus shed tears over this noble pair,
and had a stone set up to their memory, which y