The old king hastened to do her bidding, and as he was leading her thither she pressed his arm and whispered gently, “Are you pleased with me, my father?”

“I tell you, girl,” the old man answered, “that no one but the king’s mother can ever be your equal at this court, for a true and queenly pride reigns on your brow, and you have the power of using small means to effect great ends.  Believe me, the smallest gift, chosen and bestowed as you can choose and bestow, gives more pleasure to a noble mind than heaps of treasure merely cast down at his feet.  The Persians are accustomed to present and receive costly gifts.  They understand already how to enrich their friends, but you can teach them to impart a joy with every gift.  How beautiful you are to-day!  Are your cushions to your mind, or would you like a higher seat?  But what is that?  There are clouds of dust in the direction of the city.  Cambyses is surely coming to meet you!  Courage, my daughter.  Above all try to meet his gaze and respond to it.  Very few can bear the lightning glance of those eyes, but, if you can return it freely and fearlessly, you have conquered.  Fear nothing, my child, and may Aphrodite adorn you with her most glorious beauty!  My friends, we must start, I think the king himself is coming.”  Nitetis sat erect in her splendid, gilded carriage; her hands were pressed on her throbbing heart.  The clouds of dust came nearer and nearer, her eye caught the flash of weapons like lightning across a stormy sky.  The clouds parted, she could see single figures for a moment, but soon lost them as the road wound behind some thickets and shrubs.  Suddenly the troop of horsemen appeared in full gallop only a hundred paces before her, and distinctly visible.

Her first impression was of a motley mass of steeds and men, glittering in purple, gold, silver and jewels.  It consisted in reality of a troop of more than two hundred horsemen mounted on pure white Nicaean horses, whose bridles and saddle-cloths were covered with bells and bosses, feathers, fringes, and embroidery.  Their leader rode a powerful coal-black charger, which even the strong will and hand of his rider could not always curb, though in the end his enormous strength proved him the man to tame even this fiery animal.  This rider, beneath whose weight the powerful steed trembled and panted, wore a vesture of scarlet and white, thickly embroidered with eagles and falcons in silver.

[Curtius III. 3.  Xenoph.  Cyrap, VIII. 3. 7.  Aeschylus, Persians 835. 836.  The king’s dress and ornaments were worth 12,000 talents, or L2,250,000 (estimate of 1880) according to Plutarch, Artaxerxes 24.]

The lower part of his dress was purple, and his boots of yellow leather.  He wore a golden girdle; in this hung a short dagger-like sword, the hilt and scabbard of which were thickly studded with jewels.  The remaining ornaments of his dress resembled those we have described as worn by Bartja, and the blue