The talkative Greek had scarcely finished speaking when the clerk, a lean, dry-looking man, dressed in white, came in, placed himself opposite the strangers and asked them from whence they came and what was the object of their journey.
The youths held to their first assertion, that they were Lydian Hekatontarchs, and begged the functionary to provide them with passes and tell them in what way they might most easily obtain admittance into the king’s troop of auxiliaries.
The man did not hesitate long, after Theopompus had undertaken to be their surety, and the desired documents were made out.
Bartja’s pass ran thus:
“Smerdis, the son of Sandon of Sardis, about
22 years of age—figure, tall and slender-face,
well-formed:—nose, straight:—forehead,
high with a small scar in the middle:—is
hereby permitted to remain in those parts of Egypt
in which the law allows foreigners to reside, as surety
has been given for him.
“In
the King’s name.
“Sachons,
Clerk.”
Darius and Zopyrus received passports similarly worded.
When the government official had left the houses, Theopompus rubbed his hands and said: “Now if you will follow my advice on all points you can stay in Egypt safely enough. Keep these little rolls as if they were the apple of your eye, and never part from them. Now, however, I must beg you to follow me to breakfast and to tell me, if agreeable to you, whether a report which has just been making the round of the market is not, as usual, entirely false. A trireme from Kolophon, namely, has brought the news that your powerful brother, noble Bartja, is preparing to make war with Amasis.”