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                              THE RETREAT
                                   OF
                            THE TEN THOUSAND

                                   BY
                           PROFESSOR C. WITT

          HEAD MASTER OF THE ALTSTADT GYMNASIUM AT KÖNIGSBERG

                     TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN BY
                          FRANCES YOUNGHUSBAND
                   _Translator of ‘Myths of Hellas’_

                 _WITH A PREFACE BY H. G. DAKYNS, M.A._
                _Translator of ‘The Works of Xenophon’_

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PREFACE


Miss Younghusband kindly insists that I should write a preface to her
new volume, and I cannot refuse. It contains a translation by her hand
from the German of Professor C. Witt’s version of the Retreat of the
Ten Thousand.

Such a book ought, I think, no less than its predecessors _The Myths
of Hellas_, _The Tale of Troy_, and _The Wanderings of Ulysses_, to
become a favourite with those youthful readers, to whom it is primarily
addressed. Indeed, considering the nature of the history, older persons
may perhaps find an interest in it.

The original Greek narrative, on which Professor Witt has based his
version, is, of course, the well-known _Anabasis_ of Xenophon, which
is one of the most fascinating books in the world. And I agree with
the translator in hoping that some of those who read the story for the
first time in English will be led to study Greek sufficiently to read
it again and again in the language of Xenophon himself.

That remarkable personage, who in spite of his Spartan leanings was
a thorough Athenian at heart--found himself on a sudden called upon
to play the part of a leader: and played it to perfection. But if he
deserved well of his countrymen and fellow soldiers by his service in
the field, he has deserved still better of all later generations by the
vigour, not of his sword, but of his pen.

Perhaps we owe it to his Socratic training that whilst the memories
were still fresh he sat down to describe the exploits of the Ten
Thousand in a style admirably suited to the narrative; and produced a
masterpiece. I do not think there is a dull page in the book.

The incidents, albeit they took place in the broad noonday of Grecian
history, are as thrilling as any tale told by the poets in the divine
dawn of the highly gifted Hellenic race. The men themselves who play
so noble a part are evidently true descendants of the Homeric heroes.
If they have fits of black despondency--the cloud is soon dispelled
when there is need for action, and by a sense of their own dignity. The
spirit of their forefathers, who fought and won at Marathon and Salamis
and Platææ, has entered into them. They enter the lists of battle with
the same gaiety. They confront death with similar equanimity. Buoyancy
is the distinctive note of the _Anabasis_.

But there is another side to the matter. These Xenophontine soldiers
are also true _enfants du siècle_. They bear the impress of their own
half century markedly: and it was an age not by any means entirely
heroic. It had its painful and prosaic side.

‘Nothing,’ a famous Frenchman, M. Henri Taine, has remarked in one
of his essays entitled _Xénophon_, ‘is more singular than this Greek
army--which is a kind of roving commonwealth, deliberating and acting,
fighting and voting: an epitome of Athens set adrift in the centre of
Asia: there are the same sacrifices, the same assemblies, the same
party strifes, the same outbursts of violence; to-day at peace and
to-morrow at war; now on land and again on shipboard; every successive
incident serves but to evoke the energy and awaken the poetry latent in
their souls.’

How does this happen? It is due, I think, to the Ten Thousand to
admit: It was so, because in spite of personal defects they were true
to themselves. ‘The Greeks,’ as the aged Egyptian priest exclaimed to
Solon, in another context, ‘are always children.’

This something childlike--this glory had not as yet in the year
400 B.C. faded into the light of common day. But as M. Taine adds
concerning the writing itself, ‘The beauty of style transcends even the
interest of the story,’ and we may well imagine that a less capable
writer than Xenophon (Sophænetus for instance) would have robbed the
narrative and the actors alike of half their splendour.

And what of Xenophon himself? There is much to be said on that topic.
But it is ‘another story.’ In this he must speak for himself.

                                                       H. G. DAKYNS.




TRANSLATOR’S NOTE


In translating Professor Witt’s version of the Retreat of the Ten
Thousand, I have ventured to divide the chapters, and also to
re-arrange in some cases the grouping of sentences and paragraphs, for
the sake of greater clearness. The figures given for numbers, distances
and sums of money, are the same as in Mr. Dakyns’ translation of the
works of Xenophon. Here and there too I have modified or omitted or
added a phrase, as for instance in substituting, on the first page,
Alfred the Great for Karl der Grosse, as an example more familiar to
English readers; and in adding to the description of Persepolis one
or two details to explain the illustrations. But in the main I have
endeavoured to reproduce accurately Professor Witt’s text in simple
English, without either addition or omission.

The illustrations are mostly taken (by permission) from MM. Perrot
and Chipiez’s ‘Histoire de l’Art dans l’Antiquité.’ Some few are from
Baumeister’s Dictionary. The two views are from photographs kindly
lent for the purpose by Mr. Cecil Smith, of the British Museum.

I am glad to take the opportunity of expressing my very grateful thanks
to Mr. Dakyns for his kindness in forwarding this attempt to interest
English children in the writings of an author to whom he has himself
given so many hours of sympathetic study. And I hope that many readers
of this little book may be stimulated to the effort of studying for
themselves the works of the great historian in the original Greek.

                                               FRANCES YOUNGHUSBAND.




CONTENTS


   CHAPTER                                                          PAGE
        I.  THE GREAT KING                                             1

       II.  THE PERSIAN EMPIRE                                         7

      III.  HELLAS                                                    13

       IV.  THE RIVAL BROTHERS                                        15

        V.  PREPARATIONS                                              21

       VI.  ON THE MARCH                                              27

      VII.  THE PRINCESS EPYAXA                                       32

     VIII.  CLEARCHUS                                                 38

       IX.  NEGOTIATIONS AT TARSUS                                    42

        X.  FROM TARSUS TO MYRIANDUS                                  49

       XI.  THE CROSSING OF THE EUPHRATES                             53

      XII.  IN THE DESERT                                             57

     XIII.  THE TREACHERY OF ORONTES                                  62

      XIV.  THE KING APPROACHES                                       65

       XV.  BEFORE THE BATTLE                                         71

      XVI.  THE BATTLE OF CUNAXA                                      75

     XVII.  THE TREATY WITH ARIÆUS                                    81

    XVIII.  THE TREATY WITH THE GREAT KING                            86

      XIX.  THE DEFECTION OF ARIÆUS                                   93

       XX.  A CONFERENCE WITH TISSAPHERNES                            96

      XXI.  THE TREACHERY OF TISSAPHERNES                            100

     XXII.  XENOPHON                                                 105

    XXIII.  ELECTION OF OFFICERS                                     110

     XXIV.  XENOPHON ADDRESSES THE TROOPS                            114

      XXV.  ANNOYED BY MITHRIDATES                                   119

     XXVI.  HARASSED BY TISSAPHERNES                                 124

    XXVII.  THE LAST OF TISSAPHERNES                                 129

   XXVIII.  THE RIVER OR THE MOUNTAINS?                              134

     XXIX.  THE CARDUCHIANS                                          137

      XXX.  SEIZING A PASS                                           141

     XXXI.  A LONG DAY’S FIGHTING                                    147

    XXXII.  THE CROSSING OF THE KENTRITES                            151

   XXXIII.  THE SATRAP TIRIBAZUS                                     157

    XXXIV.  AN ARMENIAN WINTER                                       162

     XXXV.  ARMENIAN VILLAGES                                        167

    XXXVI.  THE TAOCHIANS                                            171

   XXXVII.  THE SEA! THE SEA!                                        177

  XXXVIII.  THE MACRONIANS AND THE COLCHIANS                         181

    XXXIX.  THE GAMES AT TREBIZOND                                   185

       XL.  THE AFTER-LIFE OF XENOPHON                               189




LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS


                               _PLATES_

  ROUTE OF THE TEN THOUSAND                               _Frontispiece_
                                                          _To face page_
  RUINS OF THE PALACE OF PERSEPOLIS                                    2

  RUINS OF PERSEPOLIS: BALUSTRADE OF GREAT STAIRCASE                  26

  HALL OF THE HUNDRED COLUMNS AT PERSEPOLIS--RESTORED                 38

  PILLAR FROM HALL OF THE HUNDRED COLUMNS                             62

  TOMB OF DARIUS I. NEAR PERSEPOLIS                                   80

  THE GREAT KING FIGHTING WITH A MONSTER                              88

  ZEUS                                                               114

  THE HILL COUNTRY EAST OF THE TIGRIS                                126

  AMONG THE CARDUCHIAN MOUNTAINS                                     142

  RUINS OF PERSEPOLIS: GATE OF XERXES                                168

  RUINS OF PERSEPOLIS: GATEWAY WITH WINGED BULLS                     180

  ARTEMIS                                                            190


                          _WOODCUTS IN TEXT_

  THE GREAT KING IN GALA DRESS                                         4

  FRONT OF THE PALACE OF PERSEPOLIS                                   14

  BRINGING PRESENTS TO A SATRAP                                       16

  A BEAR HUNT                                                         17

  A GOLD DARIC                                                        24

  ATHENIAN HELMETS                                                28, 34

  PERSIAN GALLEY                                                      36

  RUINS OF PERSEPOLIS: HALL OF THE HUNDRED COLUMNS                    47

  THE GREAT KING HUNTING                                              66

  THE GREAT KING ON HIS THRONE, SUPPORTED BY THE SUBJECT NATIONS      73

  A FIGHT BETWEEN HELLENES AND BARBARIANS                             77

  COIN OF A SATRAP, PROBABLY TISSAPHERNES                             90

  ARCHERS OF THE ROYAL BODY-GUARD                                    103

  HELLENE HORSEMAN: COIN OF ALEXANDER OF PHERÆ                       122

  HOPLITE SINGING THE PÆAN                                           155

  A SATRAP RECEIVING DEPUTIES                                        158




THE RETREAT

OF

THE TEN THOUSAND




I

THE GREAT KING


From time to time, in the course of the world’s history, the title of
Great has been given to some monarch who has distinguished himself,
either by the splendour of his victories, or by the value of his
services to his fellowmen. We speak, for example, of Alexander the
Great, and amongst English kings, of Alfred the Great.

There was however one empire, that of Persia, in which the title of
Great carried with it no distinction, for in this country every king
was called the Great King, not because it was supposed that his nature
was more noble or his actions more splendid than those of other men,
but because he was lord of a vast empire, greater than had ever yet
been seen upon the face of the earth.

The Persian empire had been founded about a hundred and fifty years
before the time of this story, by Cyrus the Great, who, having
succeeded by inheritance to the double throne of Persia and Media, had
conquered many of the surrounding nations. The kings who came after him
extended their sway farther and farther, until at last, in the time of
Darius I., there were no less than fifty-six countries subject to the
Great King of Persia.

The Great King was looked upon as little less than a god. Every one who
entered his presence threw himself flat upon the ground, as if in the
presence of a divine being. It was supposed that a mere subject must of
necessity be struck to the earth with sudden blindness on meeting the
dazzling rays of such exalted majesty.

The court of the Great King was on a scale of the utmost splendour.
His chief residence was the city of Susa, but in the hot season he
preferred the city of Ecbatana, which was higher and cooler, and he
also stayed occasionally at Babylon and at Persepolis. At each of these
places there was an immense palace, adorned with every conceivable
magnificence, and from the discoveries recently made among the ruins of
Persepolis we can form some idea of what the palace of the Great King
of Persia must have been like.

The palace of Persepolis stood upon a terrace above the rest of the
city, and all round it were houses of a simpler kind, used for lodging
the soldiers and the civil and military officers who were attached
to the King’s person, and who ate daily at his expense. There must,
in all, have been about fifteen thousand of them, including the ten
thousand soldiers of the royal body-guard.[1]

      [1] See illustration, p. 103.

[Illustration: RUINS OF THE PALACE OF PERSEPOLIS.]

The gate of the palace was approached by two superb flights of
marble stairs, which joined in front of the entrance, and were so wide
that ten horsemen could ride abreast up each side.[2] Within the gate
was a square building with a front of more than two hundred feet.[3]
The entrance-hall was a magnificent room, with a roof supported by
a hundred pillars of richly carved stone,[4] and on either side of
it were other rooms with beautiful pillars. In all directions lovely
colours and ornaments of gold and silver met the eye. The walls were
covered with gigantic sculptures, representing the Great Kings Darius
I. and Xerxes, who had built the palace, with attendants, both in time
of peace, and at war with monsters and wild beasts.[5] Together with
the sculptures were inscriptions which can be read even now. This is a
translation of the beginning of one of them: ‘I am Darius, the Great
King, the King of kings, the King of these many countries.’ Among the
sculptures is one that represents Darius seated on his throne, with a
slave standing behind him, holding in his hand a fan with which to keep
off the flies. The mouth of the slave is covered with a bandage, for
it would have been considered a profanation to allow the air breathed
by so august a sovereign to be polluted by the breath of a slave.[6]
Another sculpture represents an audience given to an ambassador, who,
for the same reason, holds his hand before his mouth in the presence of
the King.

      [2] See illustration facing p. 26.

      [3] _Ibid._ p. 14.

      [4] _Ibid._ pp. 38, 47, 62.

      [5] _Ibid._ p. 88.

      [6] _Ibid._ p. 72.

[Illustration: THE GREAT KING IN GALA DRESS.

(_From the Darius Vase at Naples._)]

When the Great King gave an audience he sat upon a golden throne
with a canopy above him which was held in its place by four slender
pillars of gold adorned with precious stones. The whole effect was so
dazzling that it would be hard to imagine anything more splendid, even
in a fairy tale. On these occasions, and on all feast days, the King
appeared in a purple robe, with a magnificent mantle of the same purple
colour, richly embroidered. Round his waist was a golden girdle, and
from it there hung a golden sabre, glittering with precious stones. On
his head was the tiara, a sort of pointed cap worn by the Persians.
Only the King might wear his tiara standing upright, all subjects were
obliged to press down the point, or arrange the cap in some other way.
The colour of the royal tiara was blue and white, and it was encircled
with a golden crown. The full value of the gala costume was reckoned at
nearly 300,000_l._ of our money.

It was only on rare occasions that the King walked, and then only
within the precincts of the palace; on these occasions carpets were
spread before him, on which no foot but his might tread. When he
rode beyond the palace, the right of helping him into his saddle
was bestowed as a mark of great distinction upon one of the most
highly-favoured lords of the empire. More frequently, however, the
King preferred to drive in his chariot, and at these times the road
he intended to take was specially cleansed, and strewn with myrtle as
if for a festival, and filled with clouds of incense. It was lined,
moreover, with armed men on both sides; and guards with whips prevented
any approach to the royal chariot. If a distant journey had to be
undertaken, no less than twelve hundred camels and a whole multitude of
chariots, waggons and other means of transport were required to convey
the Great King, his countless attendants, and his endless baggage.

At a distance of about two miles from Persepolis was a great pile of
marble rock, and here Darius I. caused his tomb to be made whilst he
was yet alive. So steep and inaccessible was the cliff that the only
way of placing the body in the tomb prepared for it was by raising it
from below with ropes. Afterwards three other royal tombs were hewn
out of the same rock, and three more in another, not far off.[7]

      [7] See illustration facing p. 80.

All Persians were allowed to have many wives, and the Great King had
often a very large number; Darius, for example, had three hundred and
sixty--almost as many as there are days in the year. Yet only one of
these was the Queen; all the rest were so far beneath her that, when
she approached, they had to bow themselves to the ground before her.

Like all Persians, the King only ate once a day, but the meal lasted a
very long time. He sat at the centre of the table, upon a divan framed
in gold and covered with rich hangings. At his right hand was the
Queen-Mother; at his left, the Queen-Consort. The princes and intimate
friends of the King, who were called his ‘table-companions,’ usually
took their meal in an adjoining room. On feast days, however, they were
permitted to dine in the royal presence, and on these occasions, seats
made of cushions or carpets were placed for them upon the floor.

The power of the Great King was bounded by no law; from his will there
was no appeal. He was a despot in the strictest sense of the word, and
his subjects were all alike his slaves, from the lowest to the highest,
not even excepting his nearest relations. In the whole world there was
only one person whom he was required to treat with any kind of respect;
this was his mother.




II

THE PERSIAN EMPIRE


Under the vigorous rule of Darius I. the empire of Persia had attained
its utmost limits; at that time fifty-six subject countries offered
tribute to the Great King. But from this moment it gradually declined
in power and in extent. For the wisest head and the strongest arm
it would have been no easy task to govern such a dominion, and the
successors of Darius were neither wise nor strong.

Neither was the Persian nation what it had been in the time of the
great Cyrus, when even the nobles were simple in their habits, and when
every Persian made it his pride to ride well, to shoot well, and always
to speak the truth. Now, nobles and people alike had become luxurious
and pleasure-loving, caring for nothing but to increase their own power
and wealth, no matter at what cost to the subject nations.

The empire was unwieldy in size, and moreover it lacked any real
bond of union. The various nations of which it was composed differed
in language, in manners, and in habits of life. Each province was
interested in its own local affairs, but was profoundly indifferent to
the fate of the empire at large; and in time of war the soldiers were
so little inclined to risk their lives for a monarch of whom they knew
nothing that they only fought under compulsion, and often had to be
driven with whips to face the enemy.

In order to provide for the government of the empire, it was subdivided
into provinces, and each province, or group of two or more provinces,
was placed under the charge of one of the great lords. It was the duty
of these governors--or Satraps, as they were called--to act as the
representative of the sovereign, to maintain law and order, and to
take care that the people had no opportunity of revolting from their
subjection to the Great King.

The power of the satraps was practically absolute, and a thoroughly
disloyal Satrap could even go so far as to seize some favourable
opportunity to detach his province from the empire and make himself
an independent sovereign. The King was, indeed, accustomed to make a
journey of inspection every year into one or other of his provinces,
but in each province such visits were of rare occurrence, and a Satrap
who wished to seek his own advantage, instead of studying the interests
of the King and of the empire, had every opportunity of doing so. ‘The
empire is large,’ he might well say to himself, ‘and the King is far
away.’

With a view to checking such tendencies on the part of the Satraps,
the Persian nobles were trained in habits of implicit obedience and
subjection to the sovereign, and were kept in constant fear of being
ruined by some report of treason or misgovernment on their part which
should reach the ears of the King. Upon the smallest suspicion, and
without any sort of trial, a man who was accused of plotting treason
against the King might be removed from his post, and either openly or
secretly put to death. A story is told of Darius I., who was one of
the best of the Great Kings, that once, when he was about to engage
in an expedition against the Scythians, a Persian noble prostrated
himself before him, and craved as a boon that of his three sons he
might be allowed to keep one at home with him. The King answered that
he should keep them all at home, and gave command to put them to death
immediately.

In a similar manner the people were crushed by severe and cruel laws,
just as wild animals are cowed by ill-treatment and want of food. As
conquered nations they were not expected to have any attachment to
the King, or any interest in the welfare of the empire, and although
now and again services rendered to the King would be rewarded by
overwhelming favours, yet the means chiefly relied upon for securing
good behaviour was the certainty that every offence would meet with
prompt and barbarous punishment. Not only criminals, but even persons
merely suspected of having committed crimes, were put to death in the
most horrible manner. Some were crushed between stones, others were
torn limb from limb, and others, again, suffered painful imprisonment
in troughs. For merely trifling offences they were cruelly mutilated.

There is a Persian proverb that ‘the King has many eyes and ears.’ In
every state the king must have means of knowing through his trusted
officers, who see and hear for him, what is going on among the people.
But in Persia the arrangements for obtaining information of this kind
were reduced to a science. Satraps and people alike were constantly
watched by a body of spies, and so secretly was this done that it was
not even known who were the officers employed. A favourite device of
the spies was to feign a friendship for the person whose actions they
wished to report, and a man might be arrested and executed without
once suspecting the false friend who had given information of his real
or imaginary guilt. Sometimes the spy would denounce an innocent man
for no other reason than to bring himself into notice as active in the
King’s service.

Another plan was to take note of every one who passed along the roads
which led from the various Residences of the Great King to the other
principal towns of the empire. These roads were commanded by fortresses
where officers were stationed whose duty it was to enquire of every
wayfarer whither he was going and on what errand, and any messenger
carrying a letter was obliged to give it up for inspection. This was
intended to check the free passage of suspicious persons, and to
prevent the sending of letters not approved by the government; but it
must often have been easy to find means of evading the King’s officers.

In order that the King might be informed as quickly as possible of any
risings or disturbances in the provinces, a very complete system of
postal communication had been arranged. Besides the fortresses, there
were stations all along the roads, at intervals of about fifteen miles
apart, where the traveller could find shelter for the night. Here
the swiftest horses and horsemen were always waiting in readiness to
carry on the post at full gallop without a moment’s delay, whether in
burning sun or blinding snow: and thus there came to be a saying that
‘the Persian post-riders fly faster than the cranes.’ A messenger sent
from Susa to Sardis, traveling at the ordinary speed, would take a
hundred days to reach his destination; but by means of the King’s posts
a letter could be conveyed in six or seven days and nights. It must not
be supposed, however, that ordinary letters were carried so fast. The
King’s posts were entirely reserved for the King’s business, and by
this means he had the advantage of getting news from the provinces and
sending back his commands before any one else knew what was going on.

But, in spite of all these precautions, the King, like his subjects,
lived in constant fear. He never showed himself to the people, except
surrounded by his ten thousand guards. If he gave an audience, the
person admitted to the royal presence was compelled, on pain of death,
to present himself dressed in a robe with long sleeves falling over
the hands, so that he should not be able to use his hands against his
sovereign. If he entertained guests at his table, those among them who
were considered the most faithful were placed at his right hand, and
the less trusted at his left, because, in case of need, he would be
better able to defend himself with the right hand than with the left.
Each dish that was set before him was first tasted by an officer in the
royal presence, lest there should be poison in the food, and in like
manner, the cup-bearer always drank first from the cup that he handed.

Under such a system of mutual fear and distrust, the seeds of ruin and
decay were sown throughout the Persian empire, and each succeeding
century saw it tottering more helplessly towards its final overthrow.
But from without everything appeared fair and prosperous, and up to the
very last, the Great Kings were careful to maintain all the pomp and
splendour of imperial power.




III

HELLAS


Beyond the great Persian Empire, on the other side of the Hellespont,
was the little country of Hellas, or Greece. The Hellenes, or Greeks,
as they are often called, were a race of men who had for centuries
trained themselves in the art of noble thinking and noble living, and
they looked down with some scorn on their less cultivated neighbours,
to whom they gave, one and all, the name of Barbarians.

In many respects Hellas was a complete contrast to Persia. The country
was a very small one, and it was further divided into a number of tiny
states, each with a free government of its own, and independent of all
the rest. To the Hellene citizen, the one supreme necessity of life
was freedom, and consequently in almost all the states the government
was in the hands of men chosen by the people. Now and again a monarchy
would be established in one or other of the states, but it never lasted
long, and in their horror of tyrants, the Hellenes were apt to overlook
the advantages of a firm, stable government.

It is true that in Hellas there were many slaves, but they formed a
class apart and were in no sense citizens. The citizens themselves
were free, and the Hellenes were convinced that honour, courage,
and high-mindedness can only flourish among free men. It was their
greatest pride to recall the battles fought by their countrymen
in former days against the Barbarians of Persia, when, although
outnumbered by ten to one, a handful of free men had put to flight a
host of slaves.

[Illustration: FRONT OF THE PALACE OF PERSEPOLIS.

See p. 3.]




IV

THE RIVAL BROTHERS


About the year 423 before Christ, the throne of Persia was occupied by
a King, named Darius II. His Queen, the beautiful Parysatis, had borne
him thirteen children, but most of them had died young, and only two
sons were now alive, between whose ages there was a difference of no
less than thirty years. The elder was called Artaxerxes; the younger,
Cyrus. Parysatis was not an impartial mother. She loved Cyrus far
better than Artaxerxes, and desired nothing more ardently than that he
should succeed to the throne after the death of Darius, rather than his
elder brother.

The Queen was beautiful, and wise and clever, and she had great
influence over her husband, and seldom failed in persuading him to do
as she wished. She hoped therefore to induce the King to name Cyrus
as his successor, especially as there was much that could be urged in
favour of her plan.

It was certainly true that the throne of Persia descended, as a rule,
from the father to his first-born son, but there was nothing to prevent
an elder son being passed over in favour of a younger, and such a
course was not without precedent. In the present case, an excuse might
be found in the fact that the birth of Artaxerxes had taken place
before his father came to the throne, whereas Cyrus had been ‘born in
the purple,’ and moreover bore the honoured name of the greatest of
Persian sovereigns.

But a much stronger argument was the difference in character between
the two men. Artaxerxes was weak and indolent, and lived constantly
at the King’s court, hating exertion of any kind. Cyrus, on the
contrary, was active and energetic, and had already given striking
proofs of ability, both as a soldier and ruler of men, for at the age
of eighteen, he had been appointed satrap of the provinces of Lydia,
Greater Phrygia and Cappadocia.

[Illustration: BRINGING PRESENTS TO A SATRAP.]

Cyrus had many friends. He was a man just after the Persian heart,--a
bold rider, an unrivalled archer and spear-thrower, and a passionate
lover of the chase, especially when it was dangerous. He also excited
the admiration of the Persians by his power of drinking an enormous
quantity of wine without becoming intoxicated. This was looked upon as
a sign of manliness, and a great distinction.

In the pleasant and peaceful occupation of gardening, Cyrus also took
great delight. This charming pursuit had been raised almost to the rank
of a religious duty by Zoroaster, the founder of the Persian religion,
who had taught his disciples that when occupied in the planting and
tending of trees useful to man, they were engaged in a good action,
well-pleasing to God; and in consequence of this precept, almost every
palace stood in the centre of a large park or tract of enclosed land,
covered with beautiful old trees.

[Illustration: A BEAR HUNT.]

The palace of Cyrus stood in such a park, called by the Persians a
‘paradise.’ Here he might often be seen, attending to the trees with
the utmost diligence. Here too was a convenient hunting-ground, ready
to his hand, for the forest was full of wild animals who found abundant
pasture in its pleasant glades. One day when Cyrus was out hunting he
was attacked by a she-bear, who dragged him from his horse, and gave
him several wounds before he could kill her. One of his companions came
to his help, and for this service Cyrus rewarded him in so princely a
manner as to make him an envied man.

As a friend, Cyrus was always generous and open-handed, and he
delighted in making small presents as well as great. According to an
old custom, every subject who came to his court brought with him
gifts, and these Cyrus always accepted, but not for himself; he took
them in order that he might divide them among his friends.

Sometimes, at a banquet, if he observed that the wine set before him
was better than usual, he would send away part of it to one of his
friends with some such message as this: ‘Drink this good wine to-day
with your dearest friend.’ Or perhaps the gift would consist of half a
goose or part of a loaf of bread, which would be taken to the friend
with the message, ‘Cyrus has enjoyed this, and desires that you should
taste it also.’

If he gave a promise, or entered into an agreement, it was certain that
he would keep his word. A friendship once formed he ever afterwards
regarded as sacred. Any one who did him a service, whether in war or
in peace, was rewarded tenfold. At the same time, any one who offended
or injured him might expect the most savage retaliation. He is said to
have once prayed to the gods to grant that he might live until he had
repaid all his friends and all his enemies.

As a governor, Cyrus was strictly and sternly just. Well-doers were
encouraged and rewarded, but evil-doers met with immediate punishment;
and as a warning to others, criminals who had been deprived of hands,
legs or eyes, were exposed to view in the most frequented streets. In
the whole empire there were no provinces in which natives and strangers
alike were so secure from robbery and murder as in those governed by
Cyrus.

Meanwhile the Great King Darius II. felt his end approaching, and as he
wished to have both his sons beside his death-bed, he sent for Cyrus
to come to Susa. On receiving the message, the young prince set out at
once for the King’s court, accompanied by Tissaphernes, the satrap of
a neighbouring province, whom he looked upon as one of his friends.
He took with him also a body-guard of three hundred Hellenes, who had
entered his service.

Cyrus was full of hope that the influence of his mother, and the favour
with which he was regarded by the Persians generally, would cause his
father to bequeath the throne to him, and not to Artaxerxes. If the
choice of their future sovereign had been left to the people, they
would probably have chosen Cyrus. But in Persia, the naming of the
successor was the right of the reigning king, and the hopes of Cyrus
were doomed to disappointment. On his death-bed, Darius named, not his
younger, but his elder son; and the upright tiara, encircled with the
golden crown, passed to Artaxerxes.

Cyrus was vexed and angry at the failure of his hopes, and probably
took little pains to conceal his feelings, for he was of a very
passionate nature. However this may have been, Tissaphernes, whose
friendship for him had been merely feigned, went to the new King and
told him that his brother had made up his mind to have him murdered.

The beginning of a new reign had often in Persia been signalled by
bloody deeds, and the murder of a brother was by no means an unheard-of
crime. Artaxerxes was therefore ready enough to believe the accusation,
and immediately gave orders for his brother’s arrest, for he was
resolved to defeat his ambitious schemes by the most effectual of all
methods, namely by putting him to death.

Cyrus had many friends at the court, but there was not one who dared
to come forward in his behalf, except his mother, Queen Parysatis. She
indeed was ready to risk everything in order to save her favourite son,
and being also the mother of the Great King, with a sacred claim upon
his love and respect, she succeeded at last, after endless entreaties,
in shaking his resolution and inducing him to pardon Cyrus.

Artaxerxes was far from being a great man, but he was at least
easy-going and good-natured, and now his mother so far prevailed upon
him, that he not only set Cyrus at liberty, but also reinstated him in
his former dignities, and allowed him to depart to his own province.

Cyrus returned therefore to his Residence at Sardis, full of bitterness
and disappointment. It is not known whether or not he had really
plotted the murder of his brother. The story may very possibly have
been invented by Tissaphernes through envy of Cyrus, and in the hope of
succeeding to the government of his provinces.

This much however is at least certain, that after having been treated
as guilty of high treason, and condemned to death in consequence, Cyrus
had but one object in life, and that to further this object, he did
not hesitate to employ the power entrusted to him for a very different
purpose. From this time forward his whole mind was set upon obtaining
by conquest the throne of Persia.




V

PREPARATIONS


It was no small enterprise upon which the mind of Cyrus was now bent,
and at first sight it might well have been pronounced altogether
hopeless. How could a mere governor of a province hope to unseat from
his throne the Great King with all the resources of the empire at
his command? At the most, Cyrus could only reckon upon some 100,000
soldiers, whereas Artaxerxes was able to bring more than a million of
men into the field.

On the other hand however, it might be urged that the Great King could
not at once assemble his whole force. So immense were the distances in
this huge empire, that a whole year of preparation would be required,
in order to bring up the army to its full strength. And Cyrus intended,
if possible, to take his brother by surprise. He believed moreover that
his disadvantage in point of numbers would be more than counterbalanced
by the infinitely superior quality of at least a part of his army.

It was from among the Hellenes that he hoped to enlist such troops
as could not fail to ensure his success. Some years before this, he
had visited Hellas as his father’s ambassador at the time of the
Peloponnesian war, and had observed the unusual talent displayed by
the Hellenes for military enterprise. He had made many friends among
them, whose friendship he still retained, and he was anxious to induce
as many Hellene soldiers as possible to enter his service.

The Hellenes had always been fond of adventure, and just at this time
there were numbers of them willing and eager to engage themselves to
a foreign master who promised good wages, especially when this master
was a prince well known to be generous and open-handed, and above all,
a lover of Hellas and the Hellenes. During the long Peloponnesian war
they had become accustomed to an unsettled, adventurous camp-life, and
now that the war was over, they did not care to return to peaceful
pursuits.

But Cyrus could not, without betraying his plans, begin openly to
enlist foreign troops. It was necessary to find a pretext for employing
them, and in this he was helped by fortune. For several hundred years
there had been established along the west coast of Asia, numerous
flourishing colonies of Ionian Hellenes. At first, and for a long
time, they were free states, but they had been conquered at last by
the Persians, and now they formed part of the Persian empire, and were
included in the satrapy of Tissaphernes.

Most fortunately however for Cyrus it happened that just at this time
the Ionian cities rebelled, not against the Great King, but against
Tissaphernes, and begged Cyrus to take them under his protection. To
this he gladly agreed, for it gave him a pretext for declaring war
against Tissaphernes, and supplied a cloak with which to cover the
preparations he was making for his great enterprise. Accordingly
he sent word to the Ionian cities that their garrisons should be
strengthened by the addition of Hellene soldiers, which he proceeded to
levy for the purpose. He also raised troops for the relief of Miletus,
one of the largest of the cities, and the only one left in the hands
of Tissaphernes, who had received the news of the intended revolt in
time to enable him to take prompt measures for suppressing it. He had
removed the garrison, put to death the leaders of the opposition, and
banished all suspected persons. These banished inhabitants had come to
Cyrus, and in answer to their entreaties, he agreed to besiege Miletus
both by land and water.

It may seem strange that one satrap should have been able to wage war
against another, whilst all the time both continued to be subjects
of the Great King. But in point of fact, such rivalries between
neighbouring satraps were rather encouraged than otherwise by the
Great Kings, who lived in constant fear lest one or other of the great
lords should take it into his head to make himself an independent
sovereign, and consequently felt more secure when they were occupied in
quarrelling among themselves. In this case moreover, the royal revenue
suffered no loss through the revolt of the Ionian cities, for Cyrus
took care to forward the tribute which they were required to send to
Susa, just as regularly as it had before been sent by Tissaphernes.

Other opportunities also offered themselves to Cyrus for increasing the
number of Hellene soldiers in his pay. About this time he received a
visit from a Spartan named Clearchus, whose acquaintance he had made
during the Peloponnesian war, and of whose ability as a military
commander he had the highest opinion. Clearchus had come to him with a
request on behalf of the cities of the Hellespont, who were at war with
their barbarous neighbours, the Thracians, and could not hold their own
against them without help. He wished to aid his countrymen by raising
an army for their defence, and asked Cyrus to grant him for this
purpose a sum of 10,000 darics.[8] The request was a large one, but it
was at once granted by Cyrus.

      [8] A daric was a gold coin, first issued by King Darius I,
          and called after him--worth about a guinea.

[Illustration: A GOLD DARIC.]

Shortly afterwards there came to him a Hellene from Thessaly, with
a similar request. In his country, the party of which he was leader
found itself hard pushed by the opposing faction, and he also desired
to raise an army by means of which he and his friends might again have
the upper hand. He asked Cyrus to let him have as much money as would
enable him to hire 2,000 men for three months. ‘I will give you gold
enough,’ said Cyrus, ‘to hire 4,000 men for six months, on condition
that you prolong the quarrel with your enemies until I send for you.’

Other requests of a similar kind were also granted by Cyrus, always
with an intimation that he might require the troops later on for his
own service. And thus he secretly collected a force of Hellenes which
he kept employed in other undertakings, but ready to come to him when
he should want them.

Meanwhile he was careful not to neglect any means of improving the
Barbarian soldiers of his provinces, and this could be done openly, for
it was part of his duty as satrap to practise the troops in all kinds
of military exercises calculated to increase their efficiency.

All this time the Great King was constantly sending spies to Sardis
to find out what his brother was doing, but on their return the spies
invariably reported that they had seen nothing that could be regarded
as suspicious. The fact was that Cyrus knew so well how to make himself
agreeable to the spies, that although they reached Sardis as the
friends of the King, they always became, before leaving it, the friends
of Cyrus.

Every step that he took was weighed by Cyrus with the utmost caution;
every difficulty that was likely to present itself on the road to Susa
was considered carefully and deliberately, in order to ascertain the
best means of overcoming it. No feeling of impatience was allowed to
urge him on to any rash or premature action.

At last, three years after his return from the court, he judged that
the preparations were sufficiently advanced, and that the time had come
when he might venture to call in the companies of Hellene mercenaries
from their various services, and also assemble his Persian troops.

Even now however he took care not to disclose the real object of the
campaign. For had he announced his intention of marching against
Susa, the Great King would have been at once put upon his guard, and
moreover he had every reason to fear that the Hellenes would refuse to
enter upon the expedition, if they knew how desperate was the venture,
and how far it would lead them from their homes. By means of his posts
the King could hear in less than a week of what was doing at Sardis,
but an army could not march from thence to Susa in less than six months.

For these reasons Cyrus announced that the expedition was to be
directed against the marauding tribes of Pisidia, who had often made
raids upon the neighbouring provinces, and laid them waste. These
tribes must, he said, be exterminated, in order to maintain the safety
of the empire.

But there was one whose sharp eyes had followed all the doings of Cyrus
with the close watchfulness of hatred, and who saw clearly through
the veil with which he sought to conceal his real purpose. This was
his neighbour, Tissaphernes. When he heard of the great host gathered
together for the expedition against the Pisidians, Tissaphernes felt
certain that Cyrus was aiming at nothing short of the throne of Persia;
and taking with him a troop of five hundred cavalry, he set off at full
speed for Susa, that he might be the first to warn the King of the
approaching danger.

[Illustration: RUINS OF PERSEPOLIS: BALUSTRADE OF GREAT STAIRCASE.

_See page 3, and illustration facing page 2._]




VI

ON THE MARCH


It was about the ninth day of March in the year 401 B.C., that the
army of Cyrus began to set forward. Cyrus was commander-in-chief of
the whole army, but the two divisions were kept entirely separate,
each under its own officers. The Asiatic troops, who numbered 100,000,
were under the command of Ariæus, one of the most distinguished of
the Persian supporters of Cyrus. The Hellene force, which consisted
of 13,000 men, and was afterwards increased by another thousand, was
composed of a number of different companies, each commanded by the
general who had raised it, and smaller or larger according to his
success in getting recruits. Under the generals were captains, who each
had command of a hundred men, and whose numbers consequently varied in
each company with the number of the soldiers.

Of the Persian troops, the most brilliant and useful were the cavalry.
The Persians had long been famous for their skill and activity as
horsemen; they were also excellent archers, and could draw their long
bows at full gallop with as accurate an aim as if they were standing
still and undisturbed on solid ground.

Among the Hellenes, on the contrary, the most useful, and at the same
time the most numerous, were the Hoplites, or heavy infantry. There
were no cavalry, and in the whole army only forty mounted men, nearly
all of whom were officers.

[Illustration: ATHENIAN HELMETS.]

The hoplites wore a helmet, breast-plate and greaves of iron, and
carried an oval shield of ox-hide, overlaid with metal, which protected
them from the mouth to the ankles. On its inner side the shield had
a handle for holding it, and a strap wide enough for a shoulder-belt
was attached to it at each end, so that it could be carried over the
back. This was the usual way of carrying it on the march, when the
enemy was known to be in the neighbourhood so that it was necessary
to have the shield at hand, but not when the soldiers were engaged in
actual fighting. For weapons of attack, they carried a spear measuring
from seven to eight feet in length, made of strong wood with a solid
iron point, and a short sword, or curved sabre. None but fine strong
men could enter the ranks of the hoplites, for the full weight of the
armour and weapons that they had to carry was no less than seventy
pounds.

The light infantry were armed quite differently. They had but one
weapon of defence, a shield which was only two feet in length;
besides this they had little to carry but their clothes, for they
were practically a troop of foot cavalry, and it was necessary that
they should be very active, and able both to advance and retreat with
extreme rapidity. According to their weapons of attack, they were
subdivided into troops of lancers, archers and slingers. The lancers
carried several light javelins, from three to four feet in length, the
archers carried bows and arrows, and the slingers carried slings, with
which they hurled stones or leaden bullets at the enemy.

And now the great host is well on its way. Try to imagine the dense,
suffocating clouds of dust that must have been raised by the progress
of such an army! Supposing the troops to have marched ten abreast,
leaving one pace between each rank, the Barbarian army would have
formed a procession more than three miles long, and the Hellene army
would have covered about a third of a mile more. Besides this, there
was the long train of baggage-wagons, the great droves of animals
brought for slaughter, the numberless beasts of burden, and the crowds
of people who in some capacity or other followed the army, but did not
march in the ranks.

Even in the Hellene army, which in comparison with the Barbarian
force was but scantily provided with camp-followers, there were great
numbers of slaves whose duty it was to pitch the tents, to prepare
the food, and to attend generally to the comfort of the troops. The
tents and utensils were packed with the other luggage in wagons which
the slaves drove, or piled on the backs of transport animals which the
slaves led. Many of the Hellene officers moreover, and even some of the
private soldiers, had brought their own slaves to wait upon them and
to carry their heavy shields and helmets when there was no likelihood
of their being attacked on the march. Behind these came a number of
provision-dealers and other merchants, who brought goods of all kinds
to sell to the troops, and who were always ready to buy from them any
spoil that they might have an opportunity of taking. Still further in
the rear were trumpeters, heralds, sacrificing priests, soothsayers and
surgeons.

But the Hellene camp-followers were outnumbered a hundred times by the
followers of the Barbarian army. For in addition to the other slaves,
the luxurious Persian lords had brought with them their cooks, their
bakers, and all manner of personal attendants, besides enormous tents
in which to house the many members of their households who accompanied
them to the war. The complete length of the procession formed by the
army and its retinue was nothing short of six miles.

This immense multitude, great enough to people a good-sized town,
required every day to be fed, either by buying such provisions as could
be obtained on the spot, when the country through which they were
marching was fruitful and well-peopled, or, when the country was waste
and desolate, by falling back upon the stores which they had brought
with them. These stores they were careful to renew whenever there was
an opportunity of doing so.

In the Barbarian army, the officers were entrusted with the duty of
providing food for the troops, and seeing that each man received every
day his due portion of bread, meat and wine. In the Hellene army, the
men catered for themselves, for their pay was given them in money
instead of food.

The ordinary pay of a Hellene soldier was one daric a month, or about
twenty-one shillings of our money, and out of this he was expected to
provide his own weapons. The captains received twice as much as the
private soldiers, and the generals four times as much. To us such a sum
appears a very miserable pittance, but it must be remembered that in
those days the value of money was far greater than it is now. Moreover
all alike, whether officers or privates, might count upon a good share
of booty from the enemy’s country.




VII

THE PRINCESS EPYAXA


The Hellenes had now been for some considerable time in the service
of Cyrus, and hitherto he had not failed to pay them punctually every
month. But the enormous expenses incurred in starting the expedition
had for the moment completely drained his treasury, and now, two months
after the departure from Sardis, he was still unable to give them any
money, although their pay was by this time three months in arrear.
It was a painful and embarrassing situation, and he felt it the more
keenly because he had always been accustomed to give to those whom he
employed more, rather than less, than he had promised them.

For a time the soldiers had been content to wait, for they had mostly
some money of their own to fall back upon. But gradually their savings
were becoming exhausted, and they were obliged to remind Cyrus of his
debt. At first they did this modestly, but as time went on, they became
more and more persistent, and now whole bands of them were constantly
gathered round his tent, clamouring for their pay.

From this unpleasant position Cyrus was rescued by help that came to
him from an unexpected quarter. Just at this time he received a visit
from the Princess Epyaxa, wife of Prince Syennesis, who was the ruler
of Cilicia, a province of the Persian empire included in the satrapy of
Cyrus.

The princess had made a long journey in order to meet Cyrus at this
point, and she had not come empty-handed. The large sum of money that
she brought with her could not have arrived at a more welcome moment,
and it was sufficient to enable Cyrus to distribute four months’ pay to
the Hellene soldiers, and yet reserve a considerable sum for the next
time of necessity.

Cyrus was now approaching the province of Cilicia, and for some days
Epyaxa accompanied his march. One day she expressed a wish that he
would draw up his whole army before her, so that she might see it at
its full strength.

Accordingly, when they came to some open country suitable for the
purpose, Cyrus proceeded to gratify her wish, and ordered the troops to
be drawn up in battle array, that he might review them in the company
of the princess. Side by side they passed along the ranks, the princess
in a woman’s chariot shaded by curtains that could be drawn close or
opened wide at pleasure, Cyrus in a man’s chariot.

First they reviewed the Barbarian army with its endless ranks of
cavalry and foot-soldiers. Then they came to the Hellene troops,
who were stationed opposite. In point of numbers the Hellenes could
not compare with the Barbarians, but their appearance was far more
imposing, so noble and spirited was their bearing, so proud and firm
their step. They were dressed in purple tunics, with brass greaves and
helmets, and carried bright, polished shields that glittered in the
sunshine.

[Illustration: ATHENIAN HELMETS]

After having driven slowly past them, Cyrus sent word to beg that the
hoplites would advance, as if they were in battle, and about to charge.
In answer to his request, the trumpeters gave a signal, and on hearing
it, the hoplites covered themselves with their great shields, and
lowered their long, powerful spears as if they saw the enemy before
them. Then the war cry was sounded forth, and the hoplites began to
advance, marching faster and faster, until their pace was like a
whirlwind, carrying everything before it. The Barbarians were seized
with panic, for the charge had every appearance of being in earnest;
the princess sprang from her chariot and ran away as fast as she was
able; the merchants left their wares, and, like the rest, sought refuge
in flight; and meanwhile the Hellenes returned, laughing, to their
tents.

When the princess had recovered from her fright, she could not
sufficiently praise the gallant bearing of the Hellene troops, and as
for Cyrus, his heart bounded with joy at the thought of the impression
they would make upon his enemies when they should confront them in the
field of battle.

Soon after this, the army reached the country of the Lycaonians, who
were no less notorious than the Pisidians for their constant raids
upon the territory of their neighbours. Cyrus desired the Hellenes to
plunder their country, and thus gained a double advantage. On the one
hand he was able to punish the robbers, and on the other, he could in
this way provide some spoil for his Hellene troops,--an arrangement
with which they were entirely satisfied.

The army was now within a few days’ march of Cilicia, and the princess
returned to her home by a short route, under the escort of a company of
Hellene soldiers, while the main part of the army followed by a longer
but easier way.

Cyrus was prepared to find Prince Syennesis less disposed than his wife
to receive him with open arms. As a subject of Artaxerxes the Great
King, it would be his duty to prevent Cyrus the rebel from advancing
through his country. This he could easily do, for the entrance to
Cilicia was by a road so steep and narrow that a very small number of
men could hold it against an army of invaders.

But the difficulty had been foreseen, and before leaving Sardis, Cyrus
had fitted out a fleet which had followed him round the coast of Asia
Minor, and was now in readiness to land soldiers on the further side of
the mountains, so that they might fall upon the enemy in the rear.

It happened however that the presence of the fleet was sufficient, and
that it was not necessary to land the soldiers. The prince had indeed
taken possession of the heights commanding the road by which Cyrus must
enter, but when he found that not only were the mountains behind him
occupied by the Hellene soldiers who had accompanied his wife to her
home, but that moreover the troops who were preparing to disembark from
the fleet would also be in his rear, he abandoned all idea of defending
it. And thus Cyrus was able to pass over the mountains unhindered, and
enter the city of Tarsus without further difficulty.

[Illustration: PERSIAN GALLEY.]

Cyrus now invited the prince to visit him as a friend. But Syennesis
answered, ‘I have never put myself into the power of one who was more
powerful than myself, and I will not do so now.’

The princess however persuaded him to trust to the honour of Cyrus, and
he finally accepted the invitation. Like his wife, he took with him a
considerable sum of money to assist the rebel, and in return, Cyrus
presented him with the usual gifts offered by the Persians to persons
of distinction,--a horse with a golden bridle, a sword with a golden
sheath, a ring, armlets, and a robe of honour. So little could the
Great King rely upon the loyalty of his subjects!

In deciding to make his peace with Cyrus, the Cilician prince had
probably considered what would be the course best calculated to forward
his own interests. By occupying the mountains for a few days, he had
made a display of loyalty to the Great King; and having done this, he
was anxious on the other hand to secure the favour of Cyrus also, in
case he should be the conqueror.




VIII

CLEARCHUS


For twenty days the army halted at Tarsus. It seemed indeed, at one
time, that at this point the expedition would break down altogether.
For the Hellene troops, on whom Cyrus based all his hopes of conquest,
became restive and dissatisfied. They had been engaged to punish the
Pisidian marauders, but had now passed the country of the Pisidians,
and were naturally beginning to ask themselves what was the real object
of the expedition. Their suspicions were increased moreover by the
opposition of the Cilician prince. His resistance had certainly been of
the feeblest, but still he had made an attempt to stop their passage
through his mountains, and had thus declared himself the enemy of
Cyrus. What reason could he have had for taking such a course, were it
not that he had received instructions from the Great King to bar the
passage of Cyrus, because he was a rebel and was advancing to unseat
him from his throne?

[Illustration: HALL OF THE HUNDRED COLUMNS AT PERSEPOLIS--RESTORED.

_See page 3, and illustrations facing pages 47 and 62._]

The Hellenes now discovered for the first time that they were intended
to march on for hundreds of miles into the very heart of the Persian
empire, and then risk their lives in battle against the Great King,
of whose boundless resources they had often heard. For such a mad
enterprise as this, they had not been engaged, they said, and they
would never have agreed to enter upon it. For, putting aside the
extreme length of the march to Susa, how could they expect that in case
the hopes of Cyrus should be doomed to disappointment, it would be
possible for them, a mere handful of strangers in an unknown country,
to break through the ranks of the enemy, and make their way back to
their own land?

The Hellene mercenaries were no mere collection of soldiers of
fortune, picked up anywhere, and ready to undertake any service. On
the contrary, they were, for the most part, respectable citizens of
Hellas, who had taken service under Cyrus, with the expectation of soon
returning to their families laden with spoil.

Every day their murmurs became louder, as their suspicions received
additional confirmation, and at Tarsus they made a formal protest,
declaring to the officers who had enlisted them, that they were
betrayed, and that nothing would induce them to go a step farther.

Almost all the officers were of the same mind, but there was one who
thought otherwise. This was Clearchus the Spartan, a man who had
received from Cyrus many favours, and who was anxious to prove his
gratitude by doing his utmost to forward the prince’s wishes. To
Cyrus the ultimate decision of the Hellene troops was of the gravest
consequence; in his mind there was no question that the success of his
plans depended on his being able to reckon upon their help.

Clearchus was at this time about fifty years of age. He possessed
the entire confidence of Cyrus, and was in fact the only person who
had been told from the first the real, though secret, object of the
expedition.

He was a man born to be a soldier. A quiet, easy life in his native
land was an existence altogether without charm for him; war, with
all its dangers and hardships, was his natural element, and into
this favourite pursuit he threw all the energy of his character. He
personally supervised the provisioning of his men, and this was only
one instance of the extreme care with which he attended to every
detail. Nothing that could contribute to the efficiency of his company
was too insignificant for his notice.

He had nearly all the qualifications of a great general, but in one
respect he failed signally. For whilst he could always command the
admiration and respect of his men, he was quite incapable of gaining
their affection. He had not indeed any desire to do so, for he believed
in discipline, and in nothing else. His orders were strict and severe,
and he required instant obedience to the most minute particular. He
was accustomed to say that an army without discipline was utterly
worthless, and that soldiers should fear their officers more than they
feared the enemy. Yet although he was so careful to exact obedience
from others, he himself was but a poor hand at rendering obedience.[9]

      [9] See p. 75.

The soldiers under the command of Clearchus never saw him unbend.
His face was always stern, his brow contracted, his eye restless.
He punished his men constantly, and severely, and often in moments
of passion did things that he afterwards sincerely regretted. The
consequence was that when there was no immediate danger impending,
his men were often tempted to leave him and take service under a less
strict officer. But in any time of danger or difficulty, the soldiers
would follow Clearchus more readily than any one else, for they had
unbounded belief in his ability as a general.

Nothing ever disturbed his presence of mind. However threatening the
danger, he always met it with perfect calm and self-possession. At
such times the stern, unbending face of Clearchus seemed to his men
a tower of strength, the sight of his coolness and insensibility to
fear inspired them with courage, and they felt an enthusiasm for their
general, in which for the moment something like affection was added to
respect.




IX

NEGOTIATIONS AT TARSUS


When first the soldiers of his company declared their intention of
marching no farther, Clearchus refused to listen to them. He thought he
had sufficient influence over them to compel them to do as he wished,
but in this he was mistaken. For when he sternly ordered them to
continue the march, and placed himself at their head to lead them on
whether they would or no, they took up stones to throw at him, and if
he had not quickly made his escape, they would have stoned him to death.

It was clear that any attempt to enforce discipline would be of no
avail in such a case as this, but for all that, Clearchus did not
intend to be beaten. He knew how to manœuvre as well as how to fight,
and had no difficulty in finding ways and means to gain his end.

After allowing a little time for the excitement of the soldiers to
subside, he sent to summon them to a meeting. They were at first
disinclined to go, but they said to one another, ‘We may as well hear
what it is that he wants us to do. But no matter what he says, we will
be firm, and hold to our decision.’

When they came to the meeting, they found Clearchus so changed that
they would hardly have recognised him. Instead of the stern officer
with angry brow and flashing eyes, there stood before them a silent,
downcast man, who wept like a child. Never had they seen him so deeply
moved.

At last he began to speak in a low agitated voice. ‘Comrades,’ he said,
‘be not surprised that I am grieved at your decision. I have every
cause to be grateful to Cyrus, who has been to me the best of friends,
and for this reason it was my earnest hope that with your assistance
I might be able to repay his kindness by helping him in his present
undertaking. But you are not willing, and it shall never be said of
me that I took the part of a Barbarian against my own countrymen. I
declare therefore that I will follow you, for to me you are country,
friends, comrades. Without you I can neither help a friend nor harm an
enemy.’

On hearing these words, the soldiers felt perfectly satisfied, and
at once made peace with their general. Moreover two thousand men,
belonging to two other companies, left the generals under whom they had
enlisted, in order to join the company of Clearchus. For they believed
that having once said that he would not march against the Great King,
Clearchus would hold to his resolution whatever happened, whereas it
seemed very possible that the other officers might be won over by
Cyrus, notwithstanding their present protests.

When Cyrus heard what had passed at the meeting, he was vexed and
disappointed, and sent a messenger to summon Clearchus to his presence.
Clearchus however refused to go, and took care that the soldiers
should know of his refusal, but sent word secretly to Cyrus that he
hoped all would yet be well.

Several more days went by, and then Clearchus again summoned the
soldiers to a meeting. This time any one was allowed to attend, whether
he belonged to the company of Clearchus or not, so that there was a
very large gathering. Clearchus was the first to speak.

‘Comrades,’ he said, ‘we have now broken with Cyrus. We are no longer
his mercenaries, and he is no longer our paymaster. Naturally he is
angry with us for deserting him, and as for me, I dare not show myself
in his presence, for although he is the best of friends, he is at the
same time a relentless enemy, and his power is great. We shall do well
therefore to lose no time in considering how we may return in safety,
and above all, how it will be possible, without the help of Cyrus, to
obtain food for the march. Let whosoever will, now speak his mind.’

First one man and then another rose to speak, some saying what occurred
to them at the moment, and others according to instructions previously
received. For Clearchus had made his own preparations for the meeting,
and had prompted several of the soldiers as to what they should say.
Some were to speak in favour of returning home at once, and others were
to raise difficulties.

After some of the other soldiers had spoken, one of the men who had
been prompted by Clearchus, rose and began to urge with great eagerness
an immediate return home, as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

‘To begin with,’ he said, ‘we must lay in a store of provisions, and
then ask Cyrus to give us ships to take us home by sea from Tarsus.
Or, if he refuses that, we must ask him to supply us with a guide,
who knows the country, to take us back by land. We must act promptly
moreover, lest the people of the country treat us as enemies and come
out against us.’

This speech was received with great applause. But immediately another
of those who had been previously told what to say, rose to reply.

‘All that you have just heard,’ he said, ‘is utter nonsense. How can
we expect to get food, when the only market is in the camp of the
Barbarians? Do you suppose that after we have broken with Cyrus, he is
likely to be so pleasant and obliging as to allow us to take provisions
out of his camp for our journey? And the ships that he has brought here
for his own use, is it likely that he will part with them in order that
we may get home comfortably?

‘Then as regards the guide, is it to be expected that he will grant a
guide to us, who by our desertion will be doing him the greatest injury
and crossing all his plans? Even if he were to supply us with ships, I,
for one, should expect the ships to be sunk in mid-sea in order that
we might be drowned, or if he gave us a guide, I should fear that the
guide would lead us into some place where we could not fail to perish.

‘This plan will never do. I propose instead that we nominate certain
persons to go with Clearchus to Cyrus, and ask him what it is exactly
that he wants of us. If he proposes some such enterprise as those on
which our countrymen have been employed before, then let us follow him.
If on the other hand it appears likely that his plans will involve
us in great toils and dangers, we must ask him either to give us good
reasons for advancing, or else consent to our going back. Then we shall
either accompany him as friends, or else be allowed to return in peace.’

This speech made the desired impression, for the Hellenes could not
but see that there was far more sense in the apprehensions of the last
speaker than in the hopeful view of the man who had preceded him, and
accordingly, when the proposal to send a deputation to Cyrus was put
to the meeting, a great show of hands was raised in favour of it. The
members of the deputation were therefore chosen at once, and sent away
on their errand.

Cyrus granted the messengers an interview, and agreed to answer their
questions. He made no mention of attacking the Pisidians, still less
of marching against the Great King, but spoke of an enemy of his,
a powerful satrap named Abrocamas, who lived on the banks of the
Euphrates at a distance of twelve days’ march from Tarsus. It was for
the purpose of fighting this satrap, he said, that he wanted the help
of the Hellenes, for Abrocamas had a great army under his command. If
he held his ground, he should be punished; but if on the other hand he
should save himself by flight, then in that case, it would be necessary
to consider further what would have to be done.

[Illustration: RUINS OF PERSEPOLIS: HALL OF THE HUNDRED COLUMNS

See p. 3, and illustrations facing pp. 38 and 62.]

With this answer the messengers returned to their comrades, and the
Hellenes declared themselves ready to remain in the service of Cyrus,
on condition that he would increase their pay. To this he readily
consented, and promised that instead of receiving every month one
daric as before,[10] the private soldiers should in future have a daric
and a half. In like proportion, the captains were to have three darics
instead of two, and the generals six darics instead of four.

     [10] See p. 31.

The Hellenes were in the position of a man whose path lies through
a bog. After he has advanced some little way, he begins to consider
whether it would not be better to turn back, but finding that this is
just as difficult as to go forward, he thinks it a pity to waste the
effort he has already made, and decides to continue.

So to the Hellenes it seemed that to return promised to be no less
dangerous than to advance. The more clear-sighted were by this time
perfectly aware that whatever Cyrus might say, or refrain from saying,
his ultimate design was to proclaim war against the Great King. But the
great mass of the soldiers, although they knew in their hearts that
this was his real intention, preferred not to think too much about
it, and persisted in hoping that after all it might turn out to be
something else.




X

FROM TARSUS TO MYRIANDUS


After twenty days’ halt at Tarsus, the army again set out on its march,
and in five days came to the last city in Cilicia. The next province
through which they would have to pass was that of Syria, and here the
entrance was even more carefully guarded than had been the approach to
Cilicia.

Between the two provinces were two fortresses, called the Gates of
Cilicia and Syria. They were at about six hundred yards apart, and
stood one behind the other on each side of a little river which flowed
from the mountains into the sea, and formed the boundary between the
two provinces. The mountains at this place approached so close to the
sea that the walls of the fortresses stretched the whole distance, and
the only passage was through gates which opened to admit friends, but
remained fast shut when enemies approached. The fortresses were quite
impregnable, if defended, and it was said that Abrocamas had taken
the field against Cyrus with 300,000 men, reinforced moreover by 400
Hellenes who were in the service of the Great King.

But Cyrus had long ago foreseen this difficulty as he had foreseen that
of entering Cilicia, and had provided against it in the same way. He
had desired the fleet to follow him from Tarsus, and had arranged that
it should land two divisions of troops on the coast of Syria, one in
the space between the river and the Syrian fortress, the other on the
further side of it, so that the fortresses might be attacked on both
sides at the same time.

As before however, it proved unnecessary to carry out the plan. For
when Abrocamas heard that Cyrus had made his way through Cilicia,
and found moreover that his Hellenes were leaving him to join their
countrymen, he turned and fled, never stopping until the waters of the
Euphrates were rolling behind him. The only harm that he did to Cyrus
was to burn the ferry-boats employed for crossing the Euphrates, after
making use of them himself.

The cowardly satrap remembered the saying that ‘discretion is the
better part of valour,’ and following the example of the Cilician
prince, he took care so to manage matters, that in the quarrel between
the two brothers, he should have done something to help both sides.
If the Great King should conquer, he could urge that he had burnt the
boats and guarded the walls for a time. If, on the other hand, Cyrus
should prevail, he could say that he had given way at his approach, and
had yielded him free passage. He afterwards carried out this policy
by bringing an army to the aid of the Great King five days after the
decisive battle between the two brothers had been fought, with a
plausible excuse for not having been able to arrive sooner.

A day’s march along the Syrian coast brought the troops to Myriandus,
a populous sea-port of Phenicia, where an active trade brought many
merchant-vessels to anchor in the bay. Here the army rested for seven
days, and during this time two of the Hellene officers, Xenias and
Pasion by name, hired a ship, and sailed away home in it with the
greater part of their possessions.

These were the two officers from whom 2,000 soldiers had deserted at
Tarsus in order to take service under Clearchus. They had expected that
Cyrus would compel the deserters to return to them, but knowing that
they would serve much better under the general of their own choice, he
had allowed them to remain with Clearchus. In consequence of this, the
two officers were so much annoyed that they determined to abandon the
expedition.

When their flight became known, the soldiers all expected that Cyrus
would send some ships of war in pursuit of them, and that having been
overtaken and brought back, they would be severely punished. But in
this they were mistaken, for instead of acting in any such way, Cyrus
called together the remaining Hellene officers, and addressed them in
an altogether different strain.

‘Xenias and Pasion,’ he said, ‘have deserted, but they are still in
my power. I am fully informed as to the route they have taken, and my
ships are swifter than theirs. But for all that, I will not pursue
them. No one shall be able to say of me that I know how to make use of
a man as long as he is with me, but that when he wishes to leave me, I
lay hands upon him and seize his goods. Let them go. They will have to
confess that they have treated me worse than I have treated them. I
might detain their wives and children who have been left at home under
my protection, but they shall not be deprived of them. This shall be
their reward for the services they have rendered hitherto.’

This proof of high-mindedness increased the respect of all the Hellenes
for Cyrus.




XI

THE CROSSING OF THE EUPHRATES


From this point, the route by which the army was to march left the
coast and struck inland. The fleet could therefore be of no further
service, and Cyrus accordingly sent it home from Myriandus.

It was now the hot season, which in Syria is infinitely more trying
than anything that is ever experienced in our northern climates. And as
the troops were marching southwards, the heat continued to increase in
intensity with every day’s march.

To the Hellenes, everything in these tropical regions was new and
strange; the vegetation, the animals, the people, the customs, the ways
of thinking, all were very different from anything to which they were
accustomed at home. One day they came to a river swarming with great
fish. These were worshipped as gods by the people of the country, who
would have thought it a great crime to catch them. In the same place
there were large flocks of pigeons, which were also considered sacred,
and any one who dared to kill or even to catch one of them, would have
been severely punished.

Towards the end of August the army reached the large and flourishing
city of Thapsacus, on the Euphrates. Here Cyrus called together the
Hellene officers, and told them plainly that he was marching towards
Babylon to make war upon the Great King, and that they must communicate
this information to the soldiers under them, and persuade them to
follow him as before.

The news was received by the men, not indeed with surprise, for they
had long had their misgivings, but with considerable irritation, and
many of them cried out that nothing would induce them to go any farther.

Their anger was directed, not so much against Cyrus, as against their
own officers, whom they accused of having known from the first what was
intended, and they said that by keeping the matter secret, the officers
had involved them in an undertaking which, so far at all events,
appeared absolutely hopeless.

A few days’ consideration however was sufficient to make them realise
their position. What could they do? Ever since leaving Tarsus they
had been marching farther and farther away from their homes, and the
reasons which had then decided them to cast in their lot with Cyrus
were now even more urgent than before.

Again therefore they allowed themselves to be persuaded, and once more
demanded an increase of pay, which was promised by Cyrus to an extent
that exceeded their highest hopes. For he said that when they reached
Babylon he would give to each man five silver minæ, which was more than
the ordinary pay for a whole year, and that during the return march
they should receive full pay until they were again among their own
countrymen in Ionia.

It was now necessary to find some means of crossing the great river
Euphrates, and at first it seemed probable that this would be a task
of no small difficulty. The boats ordinarily used for the purpose had
been burnt by Abrocamas, and the only thing to be done was to make an
attempt at wading through the stream. Happily this proved to be a far
more simple matter than could have been expected, for when the soldiers
stepped into the water, it only reached as far as their breasts,
although at this season of the year it was usually very much deeper.
The men of Thapsacus said that this was a sign from heaven, and that
the stream had been constrained to roll back his waters in order to
make way for the man who was destined to wear the royal tiara of Persia.

At this time, Menon, one of the Hellene generals, saw an opportunity
of gaining an advantage over his comrades, and he used it in a manner
that was little to his credit. Before it had been decided whether the
Hellenes should continue to follow Cyrus or not, an advance party had
been sent out to see if the river could be forded, and had reported
that it was possible.

On hearing this, Menon called his men together, and said to them,
‘Soldiers, if you will be guided by my advice, you may, with no danger,
and little trouble, get yourselves farther advanced in the favour of
Cyrus than any of your comrades. To him it is of the utmost importance
that the Hellenes should cross the Euphrates and support him in his
attack upon the Great King. If then we take the lead and cross the
river to-day, and they follow us, he will give us credit for having set
them a good example. If, on the other hand, they decide not to follow
Cyrus, we can easily go back again, but in any case we may be sure
that Cyrus will regard us as his most faithful friends, and that when
he has rich appointments and well-paid offices to give away, he will
remember us in disposing of them.’

The prospect suggested by Menon was so alluring that the soldiers fell
in readily with his proposal, and at once crossed the Euphrates. When
Cyrus heard that they were already on the further side, he was greatly
pleased, and sent them this message,--‘I have occasion to praise you,
and that you may soon have occasion to praise me must be my care, or
I should not be Cyrus.’ He lost no time moreover in testifying his
especial gratitude to Menon by sending him magnificent presents.

Selfishness was the most conspicuous feature in the character of Menon.
His highest aim in life was to amass wealth, and to obtain power. A
straightforward, honourable man he regarded as a fool, and for his own
part shunned neither deceit nor perjury. Whereas other men considered
it their duty to honour the gods and to deal justly with their fellows,
Menon prided himself only on getting the better of others by cunning
and fraud.




XII

IN THE DESERT


After crossing the Euphrates, the army followed the course of the
river, keeping it on the right, and came in nine days to the desert.
The tract of country that now lay before them was so waste and barren
as to be entirely uninhabited; the most they could expect was to meet
from time to time with some stranger journeying through it.

It was necessary therefore to lay in a good store of provisions, and
happily the villages on the border of the desert were thriving and well
supplied with corn and wine, so that the soldiers were able to load the
baggage animals with as much as they could possibly carry.

After this they journeyed for eighteen days through a waste of sand,
which lay all around them in broad, low waves, like the sea when it
is stirred by a gentle wind. There were no trees in this desert, but
occasional shrubs and plants, which gave forth a delicious scent. In
consequence of the absence of men, wild animals abounded, especially
gazelles and wild asses, bustards and ostriches. Never in their lives
before had many of them seen such a creature as a Hellene soldier.

When there was a halt, the soldiers went out hunting, but some of the
animals were hard to catch. The wild asses were very different beasts
from our donkeys, who are justly accused of being both slow and stupid.
They were remarkable both for swiftness and intelligence, and could not
be run down by a single horse, however fleet. When they found that they
were being hunted, they would stand quite still until their pursuer was
almost within spear range, and then dash away out of reach, and again
stop to rest.

The only way in which the Hellenes could succeed in capturing them was
by arranging for several horsemen to take part in the chase. Having
placed themselves at suitable distances apart, the first horseman would
drive the wild ass as fast as possible towards the next, who would then
take up the chase with his fresh horse, and by the time that two or
three horses had been tired out, the wild ass would himself become so
exhausted that he was easily caught and killed.

As for the ostriches, it was quite useless to pursue them, for, as is
well known, they run very swiftly, and moreover add to their speed by
the movement of their wings, which they use like sails. Of all the
wild animals the easiest to kill were the bustards, for they, like
partridges, can only fly a short distance. They furnished moreover
the best eating, although the flesh of the wild ass, which resembled
venison, was also excellent.

In this desert region, long forced marches were sometimes necessary, in
order to reach either a spring of water, or a place where the horses
and beasts of burden could find pasture, but even so, many of them
died of hunger. The men also suffered considerably.

One day they came in sight of a city where they felt sure that they
would be able to obtain abundance of food. But there was neither boat
nor bridge nor any other means of crossing the river, and the stream,
at this place, was far too deep for the men to wade through it.

They overcame the difficulty however by means of a contrivance that
is still common in the East. Taking a number of the leather coverings
used by the army for various purposes, they made great sacks which
they filled with hay and bound together so as to form little rafts
capable of supporting a few men and some cargo. The soldiers then rowed
themselves over to the opposite shore in these rafts, and bought in the
town supplies of wheat, millet-bread, and palm-wine.

Another time it happened that they had to march along a narrow way,
where the wagons sank so deep in the soft clay soil, that the transport
animals were unable to drag them through it. Cyrus commanded his
Barbarian soldiers to pull the wagons along. But they set to work in a
surly, lazy manner, and he became so impatient that he drove them away,
and turning to his suite, ordered them to put their shoulders to the
wheel.

These proud nobles were little accustomed to any kind of exertion, but
with the implicit obedience of the Persian subject, they hastened to
do the bidding of Cyrus. Laying aside their gorgeous cloaks, but still
dressed in their silk vests and trousers, many of them adorned moreover
with golden chains and bracelets, they ran to the place, as if each
were eager to prove himself more active and zealous than all the rest,
and seizing the dirty wagons, dragged them along until they were well
beyond the bad part of the road.

Such a spirit of submission was quite unknown among the Hellenes, who
were accustomed to treat their superiors in a very different manner.
Once already they had manifested their displeasure at the conduct
of Clearchus, and about this time another incident of the same sort
occurred, which might have led to very serious consequences.

It happened that in passing through the camp, Clearchus saw one of the
soldiers of his company engaged in a dispute with a soldier belonging
to the company of Menon, and taking the part of his own man, he did not
hesitate to have the other one beaten.

This action was resented by the comrades of the man who had been
beaten, and later in the day, when Clearchus chanced to be riding
through the camp of Menon with only a few soldiers attending him, a
Hellene who was occupied in cutting wood, threw his axe at him, while
others threw stones, and called out after him in an insulting manner.

Neither the axe nor the stones hit their mark, but Clearchus was
nevertheless beside himself with rage, and riding furiously to his
own camp, he ordered his men to arm themselves and advance without a
moment’s delay against the company of Menon. On the other hand, the
soldiers of Menon, seeing Clearchus and his men about to charge, rushed
also to seize their arms and prepare for battle.

Meanwhile one of the other generals, named Proxenus, had seen what
was going on, and he also hurried forward at the head of his men,
and placing himself between the combatants, implored Clearchus to
make peace. But Clearchus only reproached him with estimating far too
lightly the insult he had received, and becoming more furious than
ever, ordered him to withdraw.

Just then however, by great good fortune, Cyrus came to the place,
and seeing the Hellene troops drawn up in battle-array, enquired what
was the meaning of it. When he heard all that had passed, he was
filled with dismay, and cried out, ‘Ye leaders of the Hellenes, ye
know not what ye do. As surely as my Barbarians see you fighting among
yourselves, my ruin will be sealed, and yours also. Ye will have more
to fear from my followers than from the army of my brother.’

These grave words brought back Clearchus to his right mind. He was
filled with remorse, and both sides laid down their arms and made
friends again.

It was not indeed without cause that Cyrus had referred to the ill-will
of the Barbarians, for they had long since observed with feelings of
jealousy and hatred the preference that on all occasions he showed for
the Hellenes.




XIII

THE TREACHERY OF ORONTES


After marching some distance farther, Cyrus was informed that the
ground showed the tracks of about 2,000 horsemen. This was a troop
of cavalry sent out by the Great King to reconnoitre. They were to
discover and report to him the position of Cyrus, and were also to burn
down all the villages and corn-fields on the way, so as to prevent his
army from getting any food. It was important therefore for Cyrus to
intercept these horsemen, and either kill them or keep them prisoners,
so as to prevent their returning to the King.

At this moment, a Persian of high rank, named Orontes, came forward,
and offered to undertake their capture. Orontes had already twice
proved himself a false friend to Cyrus, and had twice been forgiven.
He had however promised so faithfully on the last occasion to be true
for the future, that in spite of his previous history, Cyrus did not
now feel suspicious, but agreed to let him take with him the thousand
horsemen that he asked for.

[Illustration: PILLAR FROM HALL OF THE HUNDRED COLUMNS.

_See page 3, and illustrations facing pages 38 and 47._]

Everything was in readiness for the start, when a Barbarian presented
himself before Cyrus, and delivered into his hands a letter that he
had received from Orontes, with instructions to obtain the swiftest
horses, and carry it with all speed to the Great King. In the letter
Orontes reminded the King of the services that he had formerly rendered
him, and added that he was now about to hasten to his side with all the
horsemen he could procure.

Cyrus immediately caused Orontes to be arrested, and sent to summon the
most distinguished Persians, and Clearchus the Hellene, to a meeting in
his tent. After informing them of the treachery of Orontes, he said,
‘My friends, I desire your counsel as to the course which in the sight
of God and man it will be right for me to pursue with regard to the
prisoner, Orontes.’ He then began to question Orontes.

‘Since our reconciliation at Sardis,’ he asked, ‘have I ever in any way
wronged you?’

Orontes was obliged to answer, ‘No.’

‘Did you revolt from me to the Mysians, and lay waste my land, so far
as you were able?’

‘I did.’

‘Did you then come to the altar of Artemis, and say that you repented
of your misdoings? And did you swear that you would in the future be
always my friend and helper?’

‘I did.’

‘Have I since then done you any wrong, that you have turned traitor for
the third time?’

‘You have given me no cause.’

‘Do you think that from henceforth you can be to my brother an enemy,
but to me a true friend?’

‘If I were, you would not trust me.’

The questioning over, Cyrus turned to the judges, and said to them,
‘Thus has Orontes spoken, thus has he done. Speak then, and you first,
Clearchus, say what he deserves.’

‘My advice,’ answered Clearchus, ‘is to put this man out of the way, so
that we need not have to watch him.’

The Persians, even the relations of Orontes, concurred in the opinion
of Clearchus, and each in turn seized the prisoner by the girdle, which
was the Persian manner of pronouncing the sentence of death.

Then Orontes was led away through a great crowd of Hellenes and
Barbarians who had assembled outside the tent of Cyrus, and many of
the Persians of lower rank threw themselves on the ground before him,
as they had always been accustomed, although the great lord was now a
criminal condemned to death.

After this Orontes was never seen again, and no one ever knew by what
death he died, or where he was buried. It is probable that according to
a practice common in Persia, he was buried alive beneath the tent to
which he had been taken.




XIV

THE KING APPROACHES


After three more days of marching, there arrived at the camp of Cyrus
some deserters, who informed him that the King’s army was close at hand.

He could hardly have been much surprised at the news that Artaxerxes
was approaching; the only wonder was that he had tarried so long, for
he had heard from Tissaphernes of the revolt of Cyrus in little more
than a month from the time that the expedition had set out from Sardis.

The King had certainly expected that his brother would find some
difficulty in getting through Cilicia, and that Abrocamas, with his
300,000 men, would do something more to check his progress than merely
burning the boats on the Euphrates. But it was now two months since
the flight of Abrocamas, and yet the King had made no effort to meet
the usurper, but had allowed him to penetrate unhindered into the
very heart of the empire. Cyrus had now reached the rich province of
Babylonia, where the fruitful soil brought forth food in abundance,
being watered by the two great rivers Tigris and Euphrates, which in
this part of the country flow at a distance of only a few miles apart.

The Hellenes thought scorn of a King who could be so indolent and so
irresolute, and they said, mockingly, one to another, ‘This is a King
who can neither ride, nor drink, nor hunt, nor fight.’

But Cyrus took a different view of his brother’s character, for once
when Clearchus asked him, ‘Do you think, Cyrus, that your brother will
fight at all?’ he answered, ‘By Zeus, he will. If he be the son of
Darius and Parysatis, and my brother, I shall not get the crown from
him without a struggle.’

[Illustration: THE GREAT KING HUNTING.

Sculpture found at Persepolis. See p. 3.]

When the news of the King’s approach reached Cyrus, it was already past
midnight, but nevertheless he at once held a review of his whole force,
for he thought that a battle might now take place at any time.

After the review, Cyrus addressed the Hellene officers. ‘Men of
Hellas,’ he said, ‘it is not from any scarcity of troops of my own
that I have brought you hither, but because I know that you are braver
and stronger than a whole multitude of Barbarians. See that you prove
yourselves worthy of the freedom that you enjoy. Believe me when I say
that I envy you this, and would willingly part with all my treasures
to purchase it, and even with far more precious possessions. The
Barbarians trust to their overwhelming numbers, and to the deafening
clamour with which they charge, but if you resist them bravely, you
will find them--it shames me to say so--nothing but a cowardly mob.
Bear yourselves bravely, and if I conquer, I will send you back to your
homes with such treasures as will make you envied by all your friends.
Yet I hope that many of you will prefer to remain in my service,
instead of returning to Hellas.’

When Cyrus had ended his speech, a Hellene from the island of Samos
answered him, saying, ‘There are many of us, Cyrus, who think that it
is all very well in the hour of danger to promise mountains of gold,
but that when the danger is past, you may forget your promises, or it
may not perhaps be in your power to fulfil them.’

‘The empire of my father,’ said Cyrus, ‘stretches northwards to the
regions where men cannot live because of the cold, and southwards to
the regions where men cannot live because of the heat, and all the
countries that lie between are governed by the friends of my brother.
If we conquer, I will set my friends over all that land. I have less
fear that I shall not have enough gifts with which to reward my
friends, than that I shall not have enough friends on whom to bestow
my gifts. To each of you moreover, ye officers of the Hellenes, I will
give, in remembrance of this campaign, a crown of gold.’

The rest of the soldiers quickly heard of the dazzling prospects held
out by Cyrus, and there was not a man among them who did not long
for the battle to begin. At the same time the officers were anxious
that Cyrus should not expose himself, for everything depended on his
escaping unhurt, and they urged him to take up a safe position behind
the cavalry.

But Cyrus would not hear of such a thing, and in this he was perfectly
right. In our days the general is regarded as the head of the army who
has to think for all, and he would be blamed if he were to risk his
life without actual necessity. But in the time of Cyrus, the general in
command always took his share of the actual fighting, and would have
been thought a coward if he had not been seen by friend and foe alike,
in the fore-front of the battle.

The next morning the troops continued their march, drawn up in fighting
order, for Cyrus expected that the two armies would meet that day. But
as the day wore on, and no enemy appeared in sight, he remembered a
prophecy that had been made by a Hellene soothsayer, Silanus by name,
who ten days before this had sacrificed a heifer, and had afterwards
prophesied that the battle would not take place within the next ten
days.

The Hellenes believed that by examining the entrails, that is to say,
the heart, the lungs and the liver of an animal that had been offered
in sacrifice, the soothsayer could discover the will of the gods, and
foretell the fate of the person for whom the animal had been sacrificed.

Cyrus had rejoiced greatly on hearing the prophecy of Silanus, for
he said, ‘If my brother does not fight within the next ten days, he
will not fight at all.’ And he had promised the soothsayer that if his
prophecy should come true, he would give him 3,000 darics.[11] This
was now the eleventh day, and he sent for Silanus, and gave him the
promised reward.

     [11] See note on p. 24.

Another circumstance seemed also to indicate that the King had
abandoned all idea of fighting. In the middle of the day, the army came
to a newly made trench of enormous size, twenty feet only from the bank
of the Euphrates, whose course they were still following. The trench
was thirty feet wide and eighteen feet deep, and was said to extend
for more than forty miles. It had been recently dug by the command
of the Great King, and must have required the toil, night and day,
for months, of many thousands of workmen. It seemed certain therefore
that the enemy would not fail to make the most of a defence that had
been prepared at such tremendous cost, and Cyrus approached it with
considerable anxiety, for in the narrow space of twenty feet between
the river and the trench, his army would be completely exposed to the
arrows and darts of the enemy, whom he expected to find waiting for him
on the further side.

To his extreme surprise however, when he reached the dreaded spot not a
soul was to be seen behind the trench, and the army was able to pass it
unharmed. There were indeed tracks of men and horses, as if troops had
been stationed there, but had retreated.

Cyrus now became convinced that his brother must have given up all
intention of fighting, and he began to look forward to obtaining
possession of the throne without a struggle. Hitherto he had been
riding on horseback, but now he dismounted and seated himself in his
chariot. The army also took its ease, and marched carelessly. In order
to save themselves the fatigue of carrying their heavy shields in the
burning sun, the hoplites took them off, and either placed them on the
baggage-wagons, or gave them to their slaves.

It was almost time to halt and prepare the midday meal when a scout
came riding up at a furious gallop, his horse all covered with foam
and heat. Without drawing rein, he dashed through the various groups
of soldiers, straight to the presence of Cyrus, but as he passed he
shouted aloud, here in Persian, there in Hellene speech, ‘The King
comes! The King comes!’




XV

BEFORE THE BATTLE.


In a moment everything was in confusion. The King was said to be
approaching with a vast army, prepared for battle, and it was thought
that the battle would take place without delay. Cyrus leapt from his
chariot, put on his armour, and mounted his horse, giving orders that
all should arm themselves in like manner, and take their appointed
places.

The Hellene army under its various officers occupied the right wing;
the Barbarian army, commanded by Ariæus, took the left; Cyrus, with
his body-guard of six hundred Persian cavalry, was in the centre. The
body-guard were armed with breast-plate and helmet, carrying in the
left hand a short Hellenic sword, and in the right hand two javelins;
their horses were also protected by light armour on the head and
breast. Cyrus was armed in like manner, but on his head he had placed,
instead of a helmet, the upright tiara, worn only by the Great King.

It was still some time however before the enemy came in sight. Not
till the afternoon was their approach announced by immense clouds of
white dust, soon displaced by a blackness that overspread the horizon.
Presently, as the host came nearer, the long, never-ending lines
of spear-points began to flash in the sunlight, and by degrees the
different groups could be distinguished, advancing nation by nation.

In front of all came a hundred and fifty scythe-chariots. These were
two-wheeled cars with a number of sharp scythes projecting from the
axle-trees on both sides. They were drawn by a pair of swift horses,
and driven as fast as possible into the midst of the enemy’s ranks,
that they might cut to pieces everything that crossed their path.

Behind the scythe-chariots came the royal troops, drawn up in the order
in which they were to fight. In the centre of the line was the Great
King surrounded by a guard of six thousand picked horsemen, and close
to him floated the standard of his forefathers, a golden eagle with
outstretched wings upon a high perch.

It was easy enough to see how infinitely greater was the army of the
King than that of his brother. Cyrus had twenty scythe-chariots, but
the King had a hundred and fifty. The army of Cyrus numbered a hundred
thousand, besides the Hellene force of thirteen thousand, but the King
was said to have with him a million two hundred thousand soldiers. This
may have been an exaggeration, but in any case the disproportion was so
great that the whole line of Cyrus, although far less deep, extended
little beyond the centre of the King’s line.

[Illustration: THE GREAT KING ON HIS THRONE, SUPPORTED BY THE SUBJECT
NATIONS.

See p. 4.]

As the enemy approached, Cyrus rode a little forward, and surveyed
his own troops and those of his brother. The immense host marshalled
against him caused him no alarm, for he felt sure that his Hellenes
would be victorious, and setting spurs to his horse, he galloped
down to the right wing, where they were posted, to tell them that the
sacrificing priest had just declared the omens to be favourable.

As he approached, he heard a sort of murmur passing through the ranks.
He asked what it meant, and was told that it was the war-cry being
given for the second time from mouth to mouth. Before entering into
an engagement, it was the custom for the general in command to give
the war-cry, or watch-word for the day, to the first soldier in the
foremost rank, who immediately passed it on to the man next him. It
was thus passed from man to man through all the ranks, and then, for
greater safety, it was returned in like manner from the last to the
first.

‘What is the watch-word?’ asked Cyrus.

‘Zeus the Saviour, and Victory,’ was the answer.

‘It is a good omen,’ cried Cyrus; ‘may it be fulfilled!’ And with these
words he returned to his place in the centre of the line.




XVI

THE BATTLE OF CUNAXA


The eventful battle which was now fought between the rival brothers,
was called after some villages which were then in the neighbourhood,
but which have long since disappeared, the battle of Cunaxa.

Cyrus had desired Clearchus to charge the centre of the enemy’s line,
where the King was stationed. ‘For,’ he said, ‘if we win there, the
whole battle is ours.’

But Clearchus was afraid that if the Hellenes were to advance against
the centre, they would find themselves surrounded by the innumerable
host of the enemy and attacked on all sides at once. He therefore
thought it better to attack the troops of the left wing, immediately
opposite to him, and he assured Cyrus that his plan would succeed.
But, judging from the result, he would have done better to follow the
instructions of Cyrus.

The troops of the left wing consisted of a body of cavalry under the
command of Tissaphernes; a company of archers who carried shields of
basket-work fastened to poles which they stuck into the ground for
protection while discharging their arrows; and a company of Egyptian
infantry, armed with great wooden shields that covered their whole
body. Contrary to the expectation of Cyrus, they advanced, behind their
scythe-chariots, in silence, and with a firm, even step.

When they had come within a distance of five or six hundred yards, the
Hellenes sang the pæan, or battle-hymn, and began to move forwards, at
first slowly, but by degrees faster and faster, until their pace was
like a whirlwind.

At the mere sight of them, the Barbarians turned and fled. Before they
had come within arrowshot, the enemy’s line was broken, and in wild
confusion, the archers thinking of nothing but saving their lives by
running away. The drivers of the scythe-chariots sprang from their
seats and left the horses to go where they pleased. The horses rushed
pell-mell over the plain, some to the right, some to the left; many of
them ran back into their own ranks adding to the confusion there; only
a few went in the direction of the Hellenes, and these did no harm.

The only part of the line that made any resistance was the cavalry of
Tissaphernes. These troops rode rapidly forward against the light-armed
Hellene archers. But they, at the approach of the cavalry, opened their
ranks and let them pass through, and then hurled javelins and arrows
at them as they went by. The whole injury sustained by the Hellenes
in this charge consisted in the loss of one man shot by an arrow, and
another disabled through being caught by one of the scythe-chariots.

It was only at the end of several hours that the Hellenes returned from
the pursuit of the flying Barbarians. On their way back they met with
another detachment of the enemy’s troops, but these they defeated, if
possible, even more easily than the first.

They were now very anxious for their long-delayed meal, for as yet they
had eaten nothing that day. But Cyrus had arranged that all the food
should be stored in the Barbarian camp, which had been plundered by
a body of the enemy’s troops. The Hellenes were consequently obliged
to go supperless to bed, only a few of them having been able to find
something to eat. Yet they were cheered by the thought of the victory
they had won, and by the hope that Cyrus had in like manner triumphed
over the cowardly Barbarians opposed to him. They had not indeed heard
anything of him, but supposed that he had gone far in pursuit of his
foes, and was therefore at a distance from the camp.

[Illustration: A FIGHT BETWEEN HELLENES AND BARBARIANS.

(_From the Darius Vase at Naples._)]

The next morning, as they had nothing else to eat, they slaughtered
the oxen and asses belonging to the baggage-wagons, and sought in the
battle-field for fuel to make a fire. There they found great quantities
of arrows, and shields both of wood and wicker-work, as well as empty
wagons and overturned chariots. All of these they piled up in heaps,
and kindled therewith several fires in which they cooked the food,
holding it in the flame on their spear-points, and so appeased their
hunger for that day.

They wondered however that Cyrus neither came, nor sent them word of
what had happened since they had left him to pursue the Barbarians, and
resolved to set out in search of him. But whilst they were preparing
for the start, they were hailed by two soldiers of the army of Cyrus,
who brought them this terrible news:--‘Cyrus is dead. Ariæus and the
Barbarians under him have been put to flight.’

On perceiving the easy victory won by the Hellenes, Cyrus had been
beside himself with joy, for he thought that the fate of the day was
already decided. All those around him shared his expectation, and
the officers of the body-guard sprang from their horses and threw
themselves in the dust before him, as if he were already the Great King.

For a moment he waited to see what the enemy would do. Then, observing
that the troops of Artaxerxes were making a movement as if to wheel
round and attack him in the rear, he hesitated no longer, but dashed
forward with his six hundred chosen companions towards the place where
the King was stationed with his guard of six thousand horse.

With his own hand Cyrus killed the leader of the guard, and so
irresistible was the charge, that the ranks of the enemy were broken
through in a moment, and driven right and left before the cavalry of
Cyrus, who pursued them eagerly.

Thus it happened that the prince was left almost alone, with only his
most intimate friends, those whom he called his table-companions, round
him. At the same moment he caught sight of his hated brother, the
troops in front of the King having been put to flight, and on seeing
him, lost all command of himself. Mad with passion he galloped up to
him, crying out, ‘I see the man!’ and hurling his javelin, hit him in
the breast, inflicting a wound which however was but slight, the course
of the javelin having been checked by the coat of mail worn by the King.

But at that moment, while still almost alone, Cyrus was struck under
the eye by the javelin of a Carian lancer. It was a mortal wound, and
falling from his horse to the ground, he died immediately. All his
table-companions fell around him; the most faithful of all leaped from
his horse and threw himself upon the corpse, where he was either killed
by the enemy, or, as some say, fell upon his own sword.

The head and right hand of Cyrus were cut off by command of Artaxerxes,
and carried through the ranks on the point of a long spear. And when
Ariæus, who commanded the right wing of the rebel army, saw that Cyrus
was dead, he sought safety in flight. Thus the battle which had begun
so well for Cyrus, turned in a moment quite unexpectedly, and all the
hopes of his followers were dashed to the ground.

But for the javelin thrust which ended the life of Cyrus, the future
history of Persia might have been very different. Artaxerxes, the
indolent, was not the man to save his country. From him no effort could
be expected, no attempt to improve his subjects, or check the luxurious
selfishness which was bringing the country to ruin. But had Cyrus,
the brave, wise, and generous Cyrus, become King, he might have been
able, not only to arrest the ruin, but even to restore the empire to
something of its former greatness. For since the time of Cyrus I., the
throne of Persia had never been occupied by a man so worthy and so able
to govern a great nation as was his young namesake.

Had it been Artaxerxes who had fallen in the battle, the Queen-mother
Parysatis would hardly have wept other than tears of joy, for then
Cyrus would have been sure of the throne. But now that her best-beloved
son was killed, the grief of Parysatis was only equalled by her burning
desire for vengeance on all who had had any part in his death. She
contrived to get into her power the Carian archer by whose javelin her
son had been wounded, and the soldier who had carried through the ranks
his head and hand, and caused them both to be tortured to death.

[Illustration: TOMB OF DARIUS I. NEAR PERSEPOLIS.

_See page 5._]




XVII

THE TREATY WITH ARIÆUS


Terrible indeed must have been the despair of the Hellenes on hearing
of the death of Cyrus, for by this one blow their whole position
was changed, their every hope was shattered. Instead of being able
to cherish pleasant dreams of future happiness made possible by the
bounty of Cyrus, they had now before them nothing but a dark and dreary
prospect of toil and danger, through which if they barely escaped with
their lives, it was as much as they could dare to hope.

Hitherto Cyrus, who had studied in advance every mile of the road, had
been their leader, and had always brought them by the best way. Now
they found themselves a thousand miles distant from their home, without
the slightest knowledge of the countries through which they would have
to pass. Hitherto they had been free from all care with regard to their
daily food, for the liberal pay which they had received from Cyrus had
enabled them to supply their wants without difficulty. Now they had
nothing to fall back upon but their savings, and when these were spent,
they would be reduced to the most extreme distress.

They were, in fact, like men lost in some primeval forest, surrounded
by every kind of danger, with no human being to help them, no landmark
to point out the way, but nevertheless struggling to escape from among
its gloomy shades.

Fortunately for the Hellenes, there was among them one man at least,
who, even in the most sudden reverses of fortune, never lost his
presence of mind. This was the rough, stern soldier, Clearchus.
Although under ordinary circumstances he was rather hated than loved
by his men, yet in the press of battle, the consciousness that nothing
escaped him, and that he, at all events, was absolutely cool and
self-possessed, inspired them with courage and confidence, and in this
time of need, he rose at once to the position of greatest authority
in the whole army. Hitherto he had been merely the general of his own
company; now he became commander-in-chief, not so much by any formal
choice, as because every one was ready to grant him willing obedience,
in the belief that whatever the difficulties might be, he would cope
with them better than any one else.

The first plan suggested by Clearchus was to join forces with Ariæus,
who had commanded the Barbarian army under Cyrus, and who, on the
previous day, had fled back three miles to the last halting-place. To
him therefore the Hellenes sent messengers to say that if he would like
to fight for the throne on his own account, they would be willing to
help him, as they had helped Cyrus.

Soon after the messengers had departed, there arrived at the camp some
Persian ambassadors, accompanied by a Hellene named Phalinus, belonging
to the suite of Tissaphernes, who acted as their spokesman. They asked
to see the generals, and demanded, in the name of the Great King, that
the Hellenes should give up their arms, and throw themselves upon his
mercy.

But Clearchus said, ‘We have conquered, and it is not usual for the
conquerors to give up their arms.’

Just then however he was called away to attend to a sacrifice that
he had caused to be offered for the purpose of consulting the omens,
and he left the conference, saying to his comrades, ‘Give them such a
message to take back as may seem good to you.’

In his absence, Cleanor, the eldest of the generals, was the first to
speak, and he said, ‘We will rather die than give ourselves up.’

Another general asked, ‘If the King thinks himself the conqueror, why
does he not come and fetch our arms?’

And a third said, ‘The most precious possessions that we have are our
valour and our arms. So long as we keep our arms, our valour may be of
some service to us, but if we part with them, our lives will not be
worth much.’

Others again thought it desirable not to irritate the King, and said
that the arms which they had hitherto carried in the service of Cyrus
might now be employed in the service of the King.

By this time Clearchus had returned, and he asked Phalinus whether the
ambassadors had as yet received their answer.

‘The other generals,’ answered Phalinus, ‘have spoken this and
that,--now let us hear what you say.’

This gave Clearchus an opportunity of appealing to Phalinus to help
him to keep up the spirits of his comrades. ‘I rejoice, Phalinus,’
he said, ‘that you, a countryman of our own, are here among the
ambassadors. Give us counsel, and say what appears to you the most
honourable and advantageous course for us Hellenes, situated as we are.
You know that in the time to come all Hellas will know what has been
your advice to us to-day.’

But Phalinus evaded the appeal, and gave a very different answer from
that which Clearchus had hoped for. ‘If,’ he said, ‘you have the least
ground for supposing yourselves able to hold your own against the Great
King, I advise you not to give up your arms. But if you see clearly
that it is impossible, then my advice is this, Save yourselves as best
you can.’

Clearly there was nothing to be gained by further discussion, and
Clearchus said, ‘You have spoken, but take to the King this answer,
that if he desires our service as friends, it is better for him that
we should keep our arms. And on the other hand, if he regards us as
enemies, it is better for us that we should have them.’

With this message, the ambassadors returned to the King. When they were
gone, Clearchus announced to the other generals that the omens of the
sacrifice which he had just caused to be offered, were unfavourable for
a battle with the King, but favourable for the proposal to join forces
with Ariæus.

Soon afterwards the messengers returned from Ariæus with the answer
that he did not care to accept the offer of the Hellenes to set him on
the throne, because among the great lords of Persia there were many
more powerful and distinguished than himself, who would never endure to
see him placed above them. But he said that early the next morning he
was going to begin the return-march to Sardis, and that the Hellenes
might go with him if they liked.

The generals decided to do so, and although it was already dark, they
set out at once for the place where he was encamped, and reached it
about midnight. There they entered into a treaty with Ariæus, and
confirmed it with sacred rites in order that it might be doubly sure.
According to the Persian custom, a bull, a wolf, a wild boar, and a
ram were slaughtered, and their blood was mingled in the hollow of a
shield, into which the Hellene officers dipped their swords and the
Barbarian officers their lances. Then they swore on both sides to help
one another in every difficulty. Neither party was to desert the other,
the Barbarians were to act as guides to the Hellenes, according to the
best of their knowledge, and in all emergencies they were to stand by
one another as true friends.




XVIII

THE TREATY WITH THE GREAT KING


The next thing was to decide as to the best route for the return march,
and Ariæus was of opinion that it would be better not to return by the
way they had come.

‘If we go that way’ he said, ‘we cannot fail to perish from hunger,
for even on the journey hither we have often been short of food, and
in those places where food was plentiful, we have already taken all
that was to be had. I think I can show you a better way, which though
longer, goes through fruitful districts. But for the first few days
we must make long forced marches, so as to get at least two or three
days’ journey in advance of the Great King. He will give up the idea
of pursuing us, for he would not venture to come after us with a small
army; and with a great army, which must of necessity move slowly, he
would not be able to overtake us.’

Early the next morning therefore, the allied forces started together
for some villages in which they were to encamp for the night. They
were still on the march when, towards evening, they perceived by
various signs that the King’s troops were not far off. Clearchus did
not wish for an engagement, for his men were tired and hungry, having
had nothing to eat all day, but in order that he might not seem to be
afraid of them, he went on marching in the same direction as before.

The enemy did not however appear in sight, and the Hellenes reached
the villages for which they were bound, without any fighting. But on
arriving at the place, they found that the King’s soldiers had been
there, and had destroyed everything; they had not even stopped short of
burning down the houses. The first-comers were able to make themselves
fairly comfortable, but the rear, who did not get in till after dark,
were obliged to lie down upon the bare ground, without food or shelter.

The discomfort gave rise to quarrels among the soldiers, and there was
so much noise and confusion that those at a distance were seized with
panic, thinking that the enemy had surprised them in the darkness.
Thus the night passed in wretchedness and anxiety, but in the morning
Clearchus invented a joke as a means of reassuring the disheartened
soldiers. He sent for a herald, and told him to go round the camp,
proclaiming that whoever would give information as to the person who
had let the ass into the camp, should receive a talent of silver.[12]
By this joke the soldiers understood that Clearchus meant to laugh at
them for their fright, and to assure them that there had been no real
cause for it.

     [12] A talent was equal to 243_l._ 15_s._ of our money.

Meanwhile the King was by no means at ease, for he was quite as much
afraid of the Hellenes as they of him, and in the morning he again sent
heralds to them. He did not now attempt to demand that they should
give up their arms, but proposed to make a treaty with them.

When the heralds were announced, Clearchus was very careful not to
let it appear that the Hellenes were in any pressing need, or that
they felt their position to be a difficult one. The heralds were told
that they must wait until he could find time to attend to them, and
meanwhile he drew up his troops in such a manner as to make the best
possible display, putting in front those who had complete sets of
armour and who could otherwise appear to the greatest advantage.

This done, he went forward with the other generals to receive the
heralds, and asked, rather curtly, what they wanted. When they had
delivered their message, he answered, ‘Say to the King that another
battle will be necessary before we can think about a treaty. For we
have nothing to eat, and I cannot speak to my men about a treaty until
their hunger is stayed.’

The heralds rode away, but quickly returned, which proved that the King
was near at hand. They brought with them guides, and said that in case
the Hellenes were willing to agree to a truce, they were to conduct
them to a place where food could be obtained.

Clearchus and the other generals withdrew to consider this proposal,
and they very quickly decided to conclude the truce at once. But
nevertheless they again kept the heralds waiting for some time, so that
it might appear as if it had been a good while before they could make
up their minds to agree to the King’s proposals.

[Illustration: THE GREAT KING FIGHTING WITH A MONSTER.

_See page 3._]

At last the decision was communicated to the heralds, and the two
armies set out under the direction of the King’s guides, marching
by a road which was one of the very worst that the Hellenes had ever
seen. The district through which they were passing was part of the
province of Babylonia, and was crossed in all directions by an infinite
number of canals and ditches which kept the country well watered, and
made it abundantly fruitful. At this time of year they were not usually
full of water, but in order to make the march as difficult as possible
for the Hellenes, the Persians had opened all the sluices. Consequently
the canals could not be crossed except by bridges, of which there were
none.

The Barbarians had been anxious to give the Hellenes a practical
example of the endless difficulties that they might expect to meet with
in the course of their retreat. But if they hoped that this would have
the effect of making them humble and ready to submit, they were much
mistaken; Clearchus was not the man to be beaten by a difficulty of
this sort, and under his direction the Hellenes set cheerily to work
to make temporary bridges wherever they were required. In many places
fallen trunks of date-palms lay ready to hand, and where these did not
suffice, others were quickly felled.

All soldiers under the age of thirty years were ordered to the work, in
order that it might be carried through as fast as possible. Clearchus
himself acted as overseer, moving about briskly among the soldiers
with a staff in the right hand and a spear in the left, and whenever
he saw a man loitering over his task, he did not hesitate to give him
a beating. Although he was more than fifty years old, he laboured with
his own hands with the utmost diligence, and this example was followed
by many other of the older men.

At last the toil was over, and the Hellenes reached some villages where
a little money could buy food in abundance. Inexhaustible seemed the
immense stores of corn, dates, and palm-wine, as well as of a kind of
acid drink made also from the date-palm, which they found in these
villages. The food, moreover, was as good as it was plentiful. Dates
better than any that the Hellenes had ever eaten at home were here food
for slaves; those put aside for the masters were of immense size and
exquisite flavour. Delicious too was the sweet juice of the date-palm,
but unhappily it was apt to give head-ache.

[Illustration: COIN OF A SATRAP, PROBABLY TISSAPHERNES.]

In this district the Hellene army encamped, together with their
Barbarian allies. For two days they heard nothing of the enemy, but
on the third day Tissaphernes arrived, with a brother-in-law of the
Great King and three other Persian noblemen, attended by many slaves.
Tissaphernes demanded an interview with the Hellene generals, and when
they had presented themselves, he began to address them in a friendly
manner, by means of an interpreter who understood both Persian and
Hellene speech.

‘You know,’ said Tissaphernes, ‘that I am the nearest neighbour of your
country, and as I see that you are now in great straits, I am anxious
to obtain the permission of the Great King to conduct you to your
homes in safety. By so doing I hope not only to gain your gratitude,
but also that of all Hellas. The King knows and values the services I
have rendered him. I was the first to bring him news of the revolt of
Cyrus, and the only one who did not fly before you in the battle. He
has promised me therefore to grant my request on your behalf, but at
the same time he desires me to ask you for what reason you have taken
the field against him. As your friend I advise you to be careful in
giving your answer, that I may not fail in my endeavour to help you.’

After conferring with the other generals, Clearchus answered, ‘We knew
not that Cyrus intended to lead us against the Great King. But when
he who had shown us much kindness was in need of our help, we should
have been shamed before gods and men had we then deserted him. Cyrus is
now dead, and we have no further quarrel with the King, nor any wish
to injure his subjects. If we are allowed to go on our way in peace,
we will return quietly to our home, and for any kindness that we may
receive we shall prove ourselves grateful. But if we are treated as
enemies, then by the help of the gods, we shall know how to defend our
lives.’

With this answer Tissaphernes professed himself satisfied, and he rode
away, saying, ‘Let there be a truce between us until I come again.’

Three days afterwards he again made his appearance. ‘It was far from
easy,’ he said, ‘to dispose the King in your favour, but at last I
have succeeded, and we are ready to conclude a treaty with you to this
effect:--You are to be allowed to pass through the King’s dominions in
peace, and where there is food to be bought you shall be supplied with
it in exchange for your money; where they refuse to sell it, you can
take what you require. On your side, you must swear that you will act
the part of friends and not enemies towards the people of the countries
through which you march.’

These conditions having been agreed to, Tissaphernes and the Persian
nobles gave their right hands to the generals and captains of the
Hellenes, and all swore by the most sacred oaths that they would
faithfully keep the treaty. Then Tissaphernes departed, saying, ‘I
shall very soon bring my army to escort you on your way to Hellas,
whilst I return myself to my own province.’




XIX

THE DEFECTION OF ARIÆUS


But although Tissaphernes had promised to return very shortly, day
after day went by, and still he did not come.

Meanwhile there was constant communication between the King’s troops
and those of Ariæus, who had sworn to be the faithful friends and
allies of the Hellenes, and who were encamped beside them among the
Babylonian villages. The brothers and other relations of the general
rode over to see him, and in like manner all the troops of Ariæus,
down to the humblest private soldier, received and returned the visits
of their friends in the King’s army, which was encamped at no great
distance.

All this was for a purpose, and for the same purpose Tissaphernes
continued to delay his coming. The King’s party were anxious to sow
dissension between the allies, in order that the Hellenes might be
utterly without friends. To this end, promises of free pardon to all
subjects of the Great King who would now return to their duty, were
diligently circulated, and Tissaphernes was careful to put off his
coming, so that the Persians of the King’s army might have time to
alienate Ariæus and his men from their former friends.

The Hellenes could not but perceive that the tone of their allies was
changing rapidly, and many of them warned Clearchus that there was
something wrong. ‘Why do we remain here?’ they asked him. ‘Do we not
know that the King wishes above all things to destroy us? To him it
would be unendurable that we should reach home in safety, and boast
that we, a handful of Hellenes, have defeated the Great King in the
very heart of his empire, and have then escaped out of his hands after
defying him openly. He pretends just now to be inclined for peace, but
he is only waiting until all his forces are assembled, and then he will
put forth his whole power to crush us.’

Clearchus saw the danger of their position, but it seemed to him that
to go forward was even more perilous than to stay still. ‘If we fold up
our tents and depart,’ he said, ‘the King may say that we have broken
the treaty, and declared war against him. Who will then give us guides
to lead us through this unknown land? What other rivers may lie before
us, I know not, but in any case there is the broad Euphrates, which it
would be impossible to cross if an enemy were to dispute our way. It
seems to me moreover that if the King really meant to destroy us, he
would hardly have thought it necessary to perjure himself by swearing
to a treaty which he all the time intended to break.’

At last, after a delay of twenty days, Tissaphernes arrived with his
force, to escort the allied armies on their journey home. The double
camp was broken up, and in five days they reached the Tigris, which was
crossed by a bridge of boats.

Soon afterwards they came to some villages which belonged to Parysatis,
the Queen-mother, and Tissaphernes, who was delighted to have the
opportunity of doing her an injury, desired the Hellenes to plunder
the villages. He had always envied and hated Cyrus, and because she
had done everything in her power to help her younger son, he hated
Parysatis also. It gave additional zest to his revenge that her
villages should be plundered by the Hellenes for whom Cyrus had always
shown such marked partiality. They found them well-stocked with food,
and were able to take away a great number of sheep, and a quantity of
barley.

It was one of the provisions of the treaty that the Hellenes should be
supplied with food; this they were able to procure by buying it in the
market established in the Barbarian camp. Nevertheless their distrust
of Tissaphernes was constantly on the increase, and they always marched
at a prudent distance behind the Barbarians, having separate guides of
their own. At night the two camps were pitched at a distance of two or
three miles apart.

The army of Ariæus had by this time openly joined Tissaphernes, and now
kept itself close to his force and away from the Hellenes, regardless
of all the sacred oaths by which, after the battle of Cunaxa, the two
armies had sworn to stand by one another and act as faithful friends
and allies.

We cannot but condemn the treachery of Ariæus, and yet we must
remember, as some excuse for him, the difficult position in which he
was placed. For, had he remained true to the Hellenes, they would have
marched together as far as Ionia, and then the Hellenes would have gone
away over the sea to their own country, leaving him alone to bear the
full brunt of the King’s fury.




XX

A CONFERENCE WITH TISSAPHERNES


For about three weeks the two armies continued marching, one behind the
other, neither good friends nor yet open enemies. The mutual distrust
resulted in constant quarrels, and if the soldiers from both armies
were cutting wood in the same forest, or gathering grass from the same
fields, there was sure to be a fight.

Clearchus did not however believe that the Persians had any deliberate
intention of breaking the treaty to which they had sworn, and in the
hope of putting an end to a state of affairs which was every day
getting worse, he resolved if possible to come to an understanding with
Tissaphernes. He sent word therefore that he wished to speak with him.
Tissaphernes accordingly invited him to a conference in his tent, and
Clearchus spoke as follows--

‘You regard us,’ he said, ‘as enemies, and consequently we think it
necessary to stand on our guard against you. These mutual suspicions
may easily lead to actual war, and therefore I am anxious to convince
you that you have no reason to doubt us.

‘First, and before all things, we are prevented by our oath from
thinking of you in any other light than that of friends. He who breaks
an oath plunges himself into the greatest misery, for who is swift
enough to outrun the wrath of the gods? In what darkness could he hide
himself from them? What fortress would protect him, were it ever so
strong? For to the gods all things are subject, and they have power
over all, everywhere alike.

‘But more than this, you are of all others the man who is best able to
help us. Without you our way is shrouded in shades of night, for we
know not your land. The inhabited districts we should fear to enter,
but far more should we dread the barren waste lands, where there would
be none to help us. But with your good-will every way is open to us,
every river can be crossed, we shall be among friends, and food will
not fail. If we were mad enough to think of taking your life, we should
be destroying our best friend, and should expose ourselves to the fury
of the Great King who would hasten to avenge your death.

‘And now I will tell you what services we can render in return for your
friendship. We know that you are harassed by the Mysians, the Pisidians
and other nations, and moreover that the Egyptians have risen against
you. But if we Hellenes are your friends, and fight as comrades by your
side, what people can hope to withstand you?

‘Taking all things into consideration, it seems incredible that you
should suspect us, and I can only suppose that some mischief-maker has
been at work, causing you to question our good faith.’

In his own mind Clearchus had little doubt that the mischief-maker was
Menon, one of the other generals. Menon was a rival of Clearchus, and
wished to supersede him as commander-in-chief of the Hellene army,
while Clearchus was by no means inclined to make way for him. Clearchus
suspected that Menon had been trying to induce the Satrap to insist
upon his being given the first place, and that in return for this, he
had promised to bring over the Hellenes to the party of Tissaphernes.
Of such a plan the selfish Menon[13] was certainly capable, and it
afterwards appeared that he was not entirely innocent of intrigues with
the Persians. But it is very possible that Clearchus may have been
misled by jealousy into over-estimating the extent of his guilt.

     [13] See p. 55.

To the speech of Clearchus, Tissaphernes made a hypocritical reply. ‘I
rejoice,’ he said, ‘to hear that you know how to value our friendship.
But now, on the other hand, have we not long since given you proofs of
our sincerity?

‘If we wished to do you an injury, have we not foot-soldiers and
horsemen enough to overpower you? Is there any lack of favourable
places for falling upon you? Could I not seize the mountains to block
your way? Or prevent you from crossing a river? Or, surest means of all
to compass your ruin, could I not set fire to the country far and wide
around you, and having destroyed all the fruits of the earth, leave
you to die of hunger? Why have I not done this? Because I love the
Hellenes, and hope, by means of their friendship, to attain my highest
wish.

‘The Great King,’ he added, ‘is the only one who may wear the tiara
upright upon his head, but with your help, another may wear it upright
in his heart.’

By these mysterious words he meant to signify that he aspired to
fight himself for the throne, as Cyrus had done. He also hinted that
Clearchus was quite right in suspecting one of his fellow-officers, and
asked him to bring all the generals and captains to a meeting in his
tent, when he promised to point out the traitor.

All difficulties appeared now to have been smoothed away. Tissaphernes
assumed a most friendly manner, and begged Clearchus to remain with him
for supper, and be his guest for the night.




XXI

THE TREACHERY OF TISSAPHERNES


On the next day Clearchus returned to the camp, and reported the good
understanding that he had established with Tissaphernes. But when he
said that Tissaphernes wished all the officers to assemble in his tent,
the Hellenes objected, for they did not trust the Satrap, and did not
care to let their best men run any risk of falling into his clutches.

Clearchus however was so confident that all would go well, and pressed
his opinion with such persistence, that after a long discussion it was
at last decided to send five generals and twenty captains to take part
in the conference. Clearchus was of course one of the five generals,
so also was Menon. They were accompanied by two hundred soldiers who
wished to buy provisions in the Barbarian camp, but all were unarmed,
for it was to be a friendly meeting.

Some hours passed by, and the Hellenes did not return. Those who were
left behind began to look out anxiously for their comrades, but they
could see nothing but a number of Persian horsemen galloping about
separately in all directions upon the heath, which lay between the
two camps. They did not understand what this could mean, but soon the
horrible explanation was brought to them by a badly-wounded Hellene,
who made his way back to the camp as fast as he was able, and told them
what had happened.

On reaching the tent of Tissaphernes, the five generals had been
invited to go within; the captains were left standing at the door.
Presently a blood-red flag was hoisted above the tent, and at this
signal, the Barbarians fell upon the captains and the two hundred
soldiers who were all unarmed, and massacred them. Those who attempted
to flee were cut down by horsemen sent in pursuit of them, and killed
upon the heath. Of the fate of the generals who had gone within the
tent, the wounded man knew nothing.

On hearing this terrible news, the Hellenes rushed to seize their
arms, for they naturally expected an immediate attack. This did not
however take place, but Ariæus, with some other nobles, and about three
hundred Persian cavalry, rode towards the camp, and demanded to speak
with one of the generals. When he was within hearing, Ariæus cried
out, ‘Clearchus was a traitor, he had broken the oath, and has been
punished. To you I bring an order from the Great King to deliver up
your arms, for they belonged to Cyrus, who was his slave.’ Every one in
the Persian empire was considered a slave, except the King himself.

But one of the generals answered with spirit befitting the occasion.
‘Thou miserable Ariæus,’ he cried, ‘and you others who were the friends
of Cyrus, you are the most wicked of men, you who formerly swore that
our friends should be your friends, and our enemies your enemies, and
have now entered into a covenant with the godless Tissaphernes to
destroy us.’

To this the Persians could make no reply, and they turned back to their
own camp.

The night that followed was a terrible one for the Hellenes. The
infamous crime that had been committed could only be regarded as the
first of a series planned long ago by Tissaphernes. Now that Clearchus
was gone, who was to command the little band of Hellenes, left as sheep
without a shepherd? If the treacherous Barbarians were bent upon their
destruction, what was to hinder them from taking them by surprise again
and again, until at last they were reduced to the choice of death or
slavery?

Throughout the whole camp reigned discouragement, despondency, even
despair. Only a few of the soldiers could rouse themselves to take food
or kindle a fire. Wherever they chanced to be, they threw themselves
down upon the ground, and passed a sleepless night, kept awake by
brooding care for what the next day might bring forth, and for sick
longing for their country, their parents, their wives, their children,
whom they feared they should never see again.

       *       *       *       *       *

On entering the tent of Tissaphernes, the five generals had been
surprised and made prisoners, and were forthwith sent to Susa, there
to await the King’s pleasure. Menon was set at liberty, but the rest
languished for a year in prison, and were then beheaded.

[Illustration: ARCHERS OF THE ROYAL BODY-GUARD.

(_From a frieze in the palace at Susa._)

See p. 2.]

For Clearchus, who had been the most intimate friend of her dearly
loved Cyrus, Parysatis, the Queen-mother, did everything in her power.
Through the medium of her physician, she was able to supply him with
many comforts in his prison, and she even hoped that her influence
with Artaxerxes would prevail to save his life. But in Statira, the
Queen-consort, she had a rival whose influence was even greater than
her own. Statira succeeded in convincing her husband that it was
indispensable to the dignity of the Persian throne to pass sentence of
death upon the most active and distinguished adherent of the usurper
Cyrus, and Clearchus was consequently executed.

Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had long been consumed by mutual
jealousy and hatred, and this last struggle filled the cup to
overflowing. In order to revenge herself for the death of Clearchus,
Parysatis bribed a servant to give poison to Statira, and thus caused
her death. As a punishment for the murder, she was banished for a time
from Babylon.

For a year Menon was at liberty, and went about as he pleased in Susa,
but at the end of that time he also was executed, after having been
cruelly tortured. The freedom that he enjoyed at first seems to prove
that, as Clearchus suspected, he had really rendered some service
to the Great King, to the disadvantage of his countrymen. And his
subsequent death shows that, cunning as he was, he was not cunning
enough to provide against all contingencies. It is very possible that
here also the influence of Parysatis may have been at work.




XXII

XENOPHON


In the history of Rome there is a story which tells how King Tarquin
desired, once upon a time, to conquer the town of Gabii. As he was
unable to overcome it by fair fighting, he determined to have recourse
to treachery, and in order to carry out his purpose, sent his son to
the city.

The son knocked at the city gate, and when from within they asked who
was there, he said that he was the son of Tarquin, but that he came as
a friend, not an enemy, for his father had ill-treated him shamefully,
and he wished now to revenge himself by helping the Gabians to defend
their city.

The townsmen let him in, and after having seen him, time after time,
fighting bravely in their ranks, they gave him their full confidence,
and finally chose him to be their general-in-chief.

So far he had succeeded, but he did not know what was the next thing
to be done, and therefore sent a trusted slave to ask his father’s
advice. The king took the slave into his garden, where there was a bed
of poppies in full bloom, and walking up and down beside the bed, he
struck off the heads of the tallest poppies, one by one. Then he said
to the slave, ‘Go back and tell my son what you have seen.’

The slave did not know how this could be an answer to the question
that had been asked, but when he had carefully described to his master
what he had seen, the son understood very well what it meant. One
after another, he impeached in turn all the chief men of the city upon
some frivolous pretext or other, and he did it so cleverly that their
fellow-townsmen believed them to be traitors, and condemned them either
to death or banishment. When the city had been deprived of all its best
men, it was easy enough for him to give it up into the hands of his
father.

In like manner Tissaphernes thought that by the removal of their
officers, the Hellenes would be left helpless, and would no longer have
the heart to fight for their lives and their freedom. But it fell out
otherwise, for the officers who had been betrayed by Tissaphernes were
succeeded by others still more able. Above all, Xenophon the Athenian,
a man hitherto almost unnoticed in the crowd, came forward, and by his
inspiring presence, his sound judgment, and his unfailing courage,
gained the confidence of his comrades, and brought them at last through
all their difficulties to a place of safety.

Xenophon was at this time in the full prime of life, being about forty
years old. He had been born and brought up at Athens, and in his youth
astonished every one by his remarkable beauty, which was of such a kind
that it seemed to indicate rare qualities of heart and mind. The wise
Socrates met him one day by chance, and was so much attracted by his
appearance that he invited him to join the company of his friends.
Socrates had a great number of friends, both young and old, with whom
he used every day to discuss all manner of questions, in order that he
might inspire them with a love of everything that was true and noble
and good. Xenophon became one of his favourite pupils, and the teaching
of Socrates fell on fruitful soil; the beautiful and gifted youth grew
up to be a wise and pious man.

It is said that some years afterwards, when Xenophon was about thirty
years of age, Socrates had once the opportunity of saving him from a
great danger. In a war between the Athenians and Bœotians, Xenophon was
serving his country as a cavalry soldier, Socrates was on foot. The
Athenians were beaten at Delium, and obliged to flee. In the bustle and
confusion, Xenophon fell wounded from his horse, and must either have
been trodden to death by his countrymen, or else killed by the enemy,
had not Socrates perceived his danger, and rushed to help him, carrying
him in his strong arms until he was far away from the place of battle.

Another of the friends of Xenophon was Proxenus the Bœotian, who was
ten years younger than himself. From a very early age it had been the
ambition of Proxenus to gain for himself a high place as leader of
the people, and with this end in view he had placed himself under the
instruction of the famous orator, Gorgias. But his fate led him in
another direction.

At the time that Cyrus was preparing for his expedition against
Artaxerxes, Proxenus happened to be staying at Sardis. He soon became
an honoured friend and guest of Cyrus, and was asked by the prince to
raise a company of Hellenes for his service, as had already been done
by many of his countrymen. This commission he agreed to accept.

For the position of general Proxenus was in many respects well fitted,
but his nature was so amiable that he lacked the power of being severe,
and he was quite unable to maintain discipline amongst unruly soldiers.
He considered it sufficient if the superior officer praised those who
did their duty, and simply withheld his praise from those who shirked
it. And so it came to pass, that he had more fear of being irksome to
his men than they had of incurring his displeasure, and that he took
more pains to avoid annoying them than they took to do their duty. The
good soldiers were devoted to him, but the bad ones did not scruple to
be inattentive to his orders, because they knew that he was easy-going.
Proxenus was in fact the exact opposite of the stern Clearchus.

Fired with affection and enthusiasm for Cyrus, Proxenus wrote to
Xenophon, pressing him to come at once to Sardis, and join the prince.
He said that he would introduce him to Cyrus, and that Xenophon would
never repent of accepting the invitation, and he added that he himself
loved Cyrus even more than he loved his home.

Whenever Xenophon was in doubt about any decision, he was accustomed
to ask the advice of Socrates, and did so on this occasion. Socrates
doubted whether it would be well for Xenophon to do as his friend
wished, for some years before, in the time of the Peloponnesian war
between the Athenians and the Spartans, Cyrus had taken the part of
the Spartans against the Athenians, and had helped them with large sums
of money. He thought therefore that the Athenians might take it ill
if Xenophon were to ally himself with their former enemy. It would be
best, he said, to go to the oracle at Delphi, and ask counsel of the
god.

Accordingly Xenophon repaired to Delphi, but he had already made up his
mind, and worded his question thus:--‘To which of the gods must I pray
and offer sacrifices, in order that I may prosper in the journey which
I have in view, and return home in safety?’

The oracle named the gods. But when Xenophon returned, and told what
he had done, Socrates said, ‘That was not the right way to put the
question. Since however you have so asked, and so been answered,
depart, and do the bidding of the oracle.’

Xenophon was well received at Sardis, and accompanied Cyrus on
his march. Yet, up to the day of the massacre of the Hellenes by
Tissaphernes, he had taken no active part in the expedition. He served
neither as general, nor as captain, nor as private soldier, but was
present merely as the friend of Proxenus and Cyrus. Nevertheless he
took the deepest interest in everything that befell the army, whether
for good or ill.




XXIII

ELECTION OF OFFICERS


Xenophon was deeply affected by the massacre of his countrymen, and all
the more so because of his friendship for Proxenus, who was one of the
five generals entrapped by Tissaphernes.

During the night that followed that ill-fated day, he could not sleep.
He had thrown himself upon the ground, overcome with grief and anxiety,
but could get no rest. At last however he fell into a troubled slumber,
and dreamt that it was thundering and lightning, and that his father’s
house was struck by the lightning and burst into flames.

He started up in horror, but found that it was a dream. Then, being
a pious man who believed that every event was brought about by the
direct intervention of the gods, he began to consider what the dream
could mean, for he doubted not that it was sent to him as a sign from
Zeus, the Ruler of all. But whether it betokened good or evil fortune,
he could not tell. The burning of the house would seem to foretell
misfortune, and yet, on the other hand, the light breaking suddenly out
of darkness might be taken to signify help in the hour of need.

Shaking off his despondency, he began to reason with himself. ‘Of
what avail is it,’ he said, ‘to lie here? The night creeps on apace.
To-morrow the enemy will attack us, and there is not one of us who
thinks of preparing for defence. All are lying prone, as if this were a
time for inaction and giving way to despair. For what should I wait, or
for whom? It is clear that I must help myself.’

With these words he sprang to his feet, and calling together the
captains of the company of Proxenus, he proceeded to address them,
saying, ‘I cannot sleep, and you in like manner are unable to close
your eyes for thinking of the perilous situation in which we find
ourselves. From the Great King we can look for nothing but fury and
vengeance, for we came hither to unseat him from his throne.

‘Nevertheless it seems to me that our condition is not such that we
should give way to despair, for the gods are angry with the Barbarians
because they have broken the peace they swore to maintain. The gods
will therefore be on our side. Moreover we can endure frost and heat
better than the weakly Persians, and are in every way, thank the
gods, made of better stuff. Let us therefore not delay, but at once
put our hands to the work. On us everything depends, for the soldiers
will follow our lead. If they see us wanting in courage they will be
faint-hearted, but if we show ourselves ready for anything that may be
in store for us, whether of toil or danger, and encourage a like spirit
in our comrades, the soldiers will follow our example and be ashamed of
their faint-heartedness.’

All the captains but one agreed with Xenophon, but there was one who
thought otherwise, a certain Apollonides, who appeared by his speech
to be a Bœotian. This man said that it was madness to dream of any
other deliverance than that which they might hope to gain by throwing
themselves upon the mercy of the Great King, and began to reckon up all
the hardships that lay before them.

But Xenophon cut him short. ‘Thou fool,’ he said, ‘thou hast eyes
and ears, but canst neither see nor hear. When the King demanded our
arms, and we refused to give them up and began to march away, was he
not then most anxious to enter into a treaty with us? And is it not
in consequence of having trusted in his promises that we have fallen
into this present distress? Ye captains, this man has not the mind of
a Hellene, he is a disgrace to our brave Hellas. Let us not endure him
among us any longer, he is only fit to be among the camp-followers and
carry the baggage.’

‘In truth,’ said one of the captains, ‘Apollonides is no Bœotian, nor
indeed a Hellene of any sort, but a Barbarian from Lydia. This you can
tell by looking at his ears, which have been pierced.’ So indeed it
proved, and Apollonides was turned away.

It was now midnight, and at the suggestion of Xenophon, the captains
of the company of Proxenus went through the camp, and summoned all the
generals and captains of the other companies to meet together and take
counsel as to what should be done.

When they were assembled, to the number of about a hundred, Xenophon
was asked to repeat in the hearing of all what he had already said to
the captains of the company of Proxenus. This he did, and then went on
to propose immediate action.

‘The first thing to be done,’ he said, ‘is to choose generals and
captains to replace those who have been taken from us, that the army
may not be left without responsible chiefs. For through order and
discipline an army is strong; slackness and disorder are the harbingers
of defeat. Let us first agree among ourselves who are the best men
to fill the vacant places, and then call together the soldiers to
confirm our decision. It will be well also to speak to them some words
of encouragement, for it is not numbers that ensure victory, but
confidence and courage. He who in war thinks only of saving his life is
the most likely to lose it, and his death is the death of a coward. But
he who, remembering that death is the common lot of all men, chooses
rather to die with honour than to live in shame, is far more likely to
attain old age, and while life lasts, lives nobly.’

The suggestion was acted upon without delay. Xenophon was chosen to
take the place of his friend Proxenus, and for the four other missing
generals successors were appointed from among the captains of their
companies. In the same way, soldiers were elected to replace the dead
captains and those newly promoted, so that as far as the officers were
concerned, each company was made up to its former strength.

By this time it was almost daybreak, and a herald was sent round the
camp to summon all the soldiers to a general meeting, the precaution
being meanwhile taken of placing outposts at regular intervals outside
the camp, with instructions to bring in news at once, if they should
perceive any sign of the enemy’s approach.




XXIV

XENOPHON ADDRESSES THE TROOPS


When the soldiers were assembled, Xenophon appeared among them clad
in his most beautiful armour, as if for a feast, with a serene
countenance, and eyes that glowed with hope and courage. When he was
asked to speak, he addressed them in a clear, penetrating voice that
all could hear. ‘Soldiers,’ he said, ‘in the terrible disaster that has
befallen us, you see the result of trusting to the oaths of Barbarians.
From henceforth we must regard them, not as allies, but as enemies, and
fight to avenge the murder of our comrades. Thus by the help of the
gods may we hope to be delivered out of their hands.’

[Illustration: ZEUS.]

At this moment it chanced that one of the soldiers sneezed loudly.
Nothing could have been more fortunate, for the Hellenes believed that
a sneeze was a sign sent by the gods to confirm the word that had just
been spoken. Such a good omen could not fail to cheer the downcast
soldiers, and Xenophon paused in his speech, and proposed that all
should unite in making a vow to Zeus the Saviour, from whom the sign
had come, that as soon as they should again find themselves in a land
of friends, they would offer thank-offerings to Zeus and the other
gods. The proposal was accepted with acclamation, and all prayed
together, and sang a hymn of praise.

After this, Xenophon continued to speak. ‘Our hope,’ he said, ‘rests on
a sure foundation. We have been true to the oath sworn in the name of
the gods, while the Barbarians have perjured themselves. The gods will
not allow them to go unpunished; their anger will be turned against our
enemies, and their help will be with us. They can humble the mighty and
exalt the weak, and can, if they will, save us out of our distress.

‘Let us not form too high an estimate of the Persian resources. The
Mysians and the little nation of Pisidians defy the Great King. In the
midst of his empire they live as free men, and have many large and
flourishing cities. Are we at all inferior to Mysians or Pisidians?
Think of our forefathers, and of the world-famed victories which they
won. The Persians came with a mighty army to lay Athens in the dust,
but the little band of Athenians met them with undaunted courage, and
drove them back in disgraceful flight. After that came Xerxes with an
army, countless as the sand of the sea. And what happened to him? Our
forefathers overcame that army by sea and by land, and the glorious
results of their victories continue to this very day. To this day our
cities are free, and over us we acknowledge no other lords but only the
eternal gods.

‘You yourselves moreover have been put to the test, and have not
been found wanting. It is but a short time since you confronted the
descendants of those same Barbarians. Their number was many times
greater than yours, but with the help of the gods you smote them and
they were scattered like chaff before the wind, not one of them could
look you in the face. And at that time you were fighting for Cyrus, a
stranger, to set him upon the throne. With how much greater zeal will
you fight now, when the battle is for your own salvation!

‘In the last place, let each one of us take heed to do his part. Our
new chiefs must be even more vigilant and cautious than those we have
lost; the soldiers must be more strictly obedient than hitherto. If
every man will keep his eye upon the rest, and allow nothing to be done
that is against the rule, then will our enemies be disappointed of
their hope that in depriving us of our officers they have robbed us of
all discipline.’

As of an heroic deed, so too of an inspiring speech it may with truth
be said that it ‘begets courage, even in a coward.’ The brave words of
Xenophon put to flight the dark cloud of despair that had threatened to
paralyse the energy of the soldiers, and prepared the way for a dawning
of new confidence, and a hope that in their case also the old saying
might once again prove true, that ‘Fortune helps the brave.’

The next thing to be done was to make preparations for continuing the
march. Xenophon was asked for his advice, and he answered, ‘Before
everything else, it will be necessary to provide ourselves with food,
now that we can no longer buy it in the Barbarian camp, and I hear
that there are villages in the neighbourhood where we shall find what
we want. The Barbarians will pursue us like cowardly curs, who run
after a man, snapping at his heels. If he turns round upon them, they
immediately run away, but as soon as he continues to go forward, they
are after him again as before.

‘I propose therefore that we adopt the form of a hollow square, and
place in the centre the camp-followers and baggage-animals, that there
may be no risk of their being cut off by the enemy. Let Cheirisophus
take the post of honour and lead the van, as is fitting, for he is a
Spartan,[14] and let the two eldest generals take charge of the wings,
while Timasion and myself command the rear. If after a time we wish
to make any alteration, it will always be easy to change. He who has
something better than this to propose, let him now speak.’

     [14] Sparta was at this time the leading state in Hellas.

All were silent.

‘Hold up hands then, those who agree to my plan,’ cried Xenophon.

Every hand was raised, and the proposal was accordingly carried.

There was another matter to which Xenophon was anxious to call the
attention of his comrades. He knew how serious a disadvantage it is to
an army in the field to be encumbered with a quantity of baggage, and
advised that everything not absolutely needed for the march should be
burnt.

‘He who would enrich himself with spoil,’ he said, ‘must overcome the
enemy. Only conquerors can hold their own, and take the spoil of the
vanquished. Whichever of you would see again those who are most dear to
him, let him remember that he must prove himself a man.’

This proposal was also carried by a show of hands, and the meeting
being at an end, the soldiers dispersed to overlook their possessions,
and choose from among them such things as were indispensable. If any
of them had possessions which they themselves did not need, but which
others lacked, they gave them to their comrades. Then a great bonfire
was lighted, and into it were cast all the rest of the things, together
with the tents and the wagons.

From this time forward the recognised heads of the army were
Cheirisophus the Spartan and Xenophon the Athenian, but more especially
Xenophon. All alike were agreed in thinking that these two men were the
best fitted to command, and the other generals felt that by carrying
out with alacrity whatever was proposed by them, they could most surely
promote the present well-being and ultimate salvation of the brave Ten
Thousand.




XXV

ANNOYED BY MITHRIDATES


The sun had now risen, and the Hellenes were about to prepare their
morning meal, when the scouts brought in word that the satrap
Mithridates was riding towards the camp with an escort of thirty
horsemen.

Having arrived within speaking distance, Mithridates called out to the
generals to come forward and hear what he had to say. Then he proceeded
to address them in an apparently friendly manner. ‘Men of Hellas,’ he
said, ‘I was, as you know, upon the side of Cyrus, and am now your
friend. I do not wish to remain with Tissaphernes, for I fear his
vengeance, and if you will let me know your plans, I will gladly join
you with all my following, and march by your side. Tell me therefore
what you have decided to do.’

The generals conferred together, and agreed that Cheirisophus, their
spokesman, should answer Mithridates as they had already so often
answered the Persian envoys. ‘If we are allowed to return in peace to
our home, we will pursue our way with as little injury as possible to
the inhabitants of the countries through which we pass. But if we are
hindered in our march, we will fight to the death.’

To this Mithridates replied by trying to persuade them that they could
have no hope of escape except by making peace with the Great King,
and it soon became clear that he had been sent by the enemy to feign
friendship, for the purpose of finding out their plans. They refused
therefore to listen to him any longer, and Mithridates was obliged to
ride away without having succeeded in his mission.

The generals had been confirmed in their suspicion of Mithridates
by recognising among his escort a man belonging to the suite of
Tissaphernes, who had evidently been sent with him as a spy, so that
he might not be able to say anything to the Hellenes except such words
as had been dictated by Tissaphernes. And as some Persians had already
succeeded in making their way into the camp, and had induced one of the
captains to desert with twenty of his men, they proceeded to pass a
resolution, that in future there was to be open war with the Persians,
and that they would receive no more ambassadors coming in the name of
the Great King.

They then returned to their interrupted meal, and when this was over,
set out upon the march, forming themselves, as already agreed upon,
in a hollow square. But they had not gone far when Mithridates again
appeared with two hundred horsemen and four hundred archers and
slingers, who advanced towards them as if with friendly intentions. As
soon however as they had come within arrow range, they opened fire, and
the Hellenes found themselves suddenly beset with a storm of arrows and
darts, which wounded many of them.

For a time Xenophon pursued his way without taking any notice, for he
was anxious not to delay the progress of the march, but finding that
the shots came thicker and thicker, he called a halt, and commanded
the rear-guard to charge the enemy. No sooner had they done so than
the Barbarians were in full flight, but the heavy armed hoplites could
not pursue them far, and each time that they re-formed their ranks and
turned to continue the march, the Barbarians were after them as before.
This occurred so often that it was late in the day before they reached
the villages where they were to halt, although the distance was little
more than three miles.

When at last they were established for the night in the villages,
Cheirisophus and the other generals reproached Xenophon with having
so seriously delayed the march, without having gained any advantage.
They did not, perhaps, fully realise the difficulty, but instead of
retorting that they were inconsiderate, Xenophon answered quietly,
admitting that they had cause for annoyance, and proposing a plan by
which he hoped to remedy the evil.

‘To-day,’ he said, ‘we have to thank the gods that we have only had a
small force to deal with, that could not do us any great injury; and we
have also to thank the enemy for having shown us where we are weak. The
Persian slingers and archers can make their missiles carry to a greater
distance than ours, and moreover the enemy have cavalry, while we are
without. Under such circumstances the struggle must always be unequal,
with the disadvantage on our side.

‘Happily however we have it in our power to improve our position in
this respect. Among the troops there are several Rhodians, and we know
that the men of Rhodes are famed for their skill in slinging. Their
shots carry moreover twice as far as those of the Persians, for instead
of great stones the size of a fist, they use little bullets of lead. I
propose that we find out if any of these men possess slings, or know
how to make new slings. With their help we may be able to form a band
of slingers capable of doing good service.

‘Then as regards our want of cavalry. Fortunately we have horses. I
have a few, there are some that belonged to Clearchus, and others that
have been captured, and are now used for transport, besides those
belonging to private persons. Any one willing to give up his horse for
the public service could have the loss made good to him by receiving in
exchange other baggage animals.’

All the proposals made by Xenophon were accepted, and carried into
execution during the night. By the next day the army was supplemented
with a company of five hundred Rhodian slingers and a troop of fifty
horsemen, all fully equipped,--the command of the cavalry being
entrusted to an Athenian named Lycius.

[Illustration: HELLENE HORSEMAN: COIN OF ALEXANDER OF PHERÆ.]

The Hellenes remained one more day in the villages, and then, on the
third morning, set out at earliest dawn to continue their march. There
lay before them a wooded ravine which it would be difficult to go
through in fighting order, and they were anxious to get as far beyond
it as possible, before they should be overtaken by the Persians.

The early start met with its due reward, for the Hellenes were already
a good distance beyond the ravine when Mithridates again appeared, this
time with a much larger force than before.

He had been very much pleased with the success of his first attempt
to harass the Hellenes, for his small band of slingers and archers
had sustained but little injury, whereas they had, as he believed,
inflicted considerable loss. Expecting to find the Hellenes still
at the same disadvantage, he had assured Tissaphernes that if he
were supplied with a thousand horsemen and four thousand archers and
slingers, he would make an end of them altogether.

But now they were prepared for him. They let him pass unhindered
through the ravine, and advance beyond it until he was almost within
arrow-shot. Then the trumpets sounded, and the newly formed cavalry and
light infantry charged forward upon the advancing foe.

At this wholly unexpected attack, the Barbarians were seized with
panic, and fled precipitately. But on reaching the ravine, their
flight was impeded by the trees and bushes, and many of them were
killed by the Hellene cavalry who came after them in full pursuit.
Eighteen horsemen were captured, together with their horses, and many
more of the enemy were killed, whose bodies the Hellenes mutilated in
a horrible manner in order to strike terror into the breasts of the
Persians.

From this time they saw no more of Mithridates. His place was now to be
taken by a still more powerful enemy.




XXVI

HARASSED BY TISSAPHERNES


For some days after the repulse of Mithridates, the Hellenes were
allowed to continue their march unmolested, but soon the Persians were
again seen coming up behind them. Tissaphernes was now pursuing them
with all the forces under his command, determined that they should not
much longer escape his vengeance.

Keeping the main body of his army in the background, he brought to the
front his numerous companies of light infantry, and commanded them to
make use of their slings and bows. But the Hellenes, unawed by the
overpowering numbers of the enemy, quickly brought forward their little
band of Rhodians, whose leaden bullets carried farther than the heavy
shot of the Persian slingers, and before the enemy was near enough to
do them any harm, they had opened fire upon their close-packed ranks
where every shot was certain to tell. The archers too discharged
their arrows with equal effect, and so deadly was the assault, that
Tissaphernes was obliged to withdraw his men out of range, and for the
rest of that day, contented himself with following the Hellenes at a
safe distance.

Before retiring from the ground where the skirmish had taken place,
the Hellenes were careful to collect all the bows and arrows that had
belonged to the dead Persians. These bows, which were much stronger
than their own, were likely to be of great service to them, and in the
evening, when they reached the villages in which they were to spend the
night, they took great pains to practise using them with effect. They
were so fortunate moreover as to find in these same villages a store of
excellent bow-strings, and a quantity of lead, which they at once set
to work to make into bullets.

After resting for one whole day, they continued their march, and
now the road lay through a flat plain. Tissaphernes followed at a
distance, always on the lookout for any opportunity of attacking them
at a disadvantage, and so overwhelming was his superiority in point of
numbers that he was often able to inflict considerable loss, even upon
the brave Hellenes.

Sometimes for instance the road would narrow considerably, or a bridge
would have to be crossed, and then it was found that the plan of
marching in the form of a square had many drawbacks for a retreating
army with the enemy in pursuit. Confusion was sure to arise, both in
breaking up the square on arriving at the narrow part of the road, and
in re-forming it on coming out again into the open country, and by this
confusion Tissaphernes did not fail to profit.

The generals agreed that some new plan must be devised to meet the
difficulty, and they decided to form six small companies, each
consisting of a hundred men, and subdivided into half and quarter
companies, each with its own officer. When the square had to be
compressed for passing over a bridge or narrow road, these companies
fell out of their places in the wings, and wheeled round to the back
of the rear, returning again to the wings when the square widened out
again. By this means disorder was prevented, and for the next four days
the Hellenes continued their way with very little loss.

On the fifth day they came to the end of the flat country. They had now
to cross a range of hills, and at this they rejoiced, thinking that the
hilly ground would be disadvantageous for the Persian cavalry. But this
day was destined to be the most disastrous of any they had yet known.

Seeing in the distance a palace with several villages clustering round
it, they decided to make for it. The road lay over hilly ground,
and they had already climbed the first hill when they received an
unexpected check. As they descended the farther side, the enemy
appeared upon the height they had just left, and discharged a volley of
stones and arrows upon the light-armed infantry, killing and wounding
many of them.

To this the Hellenes replied by sending a detachment of hoplites to
march back up the hill, and dislodge the Persians. Their heavy armour
protected them to some extent, but made it impossible for them to
advance rapidly, and the nimble Persians quickly withdrew beyond their
reach, returning however as soon as the hoplites turned back to rejoin
their comrades, and discharging their shots and arrows as before.

[Illustration: THE HILL COUNTRY EAST OF THE TIGRIS.]

At the second hill, the same thing happened again, and now the Persian
cavalry were also brought into play, and directed to chase the Hellenes
at full speed down the steep descent. This they did, but only when
they had been driven to their work with whips. Meanwhile the hail of
stones and arrows continued, and made such havoc in the ranks of the
light-armed troops who wore neither helmet nor coat of mail, that it
became urgently necessary to find some means of diverting the attention
of the enemy.

Calling a short halt, the generals rapidly took counsel together, and
formed a plan by which the light infantry could be placed beyond the
reach of danger, and at the same time give assistance to their comrades.

Parallel with the range of hills over which the Hellenes were making
their way, was a range of mountains, from whence the road along the
hills could be overlooked. To these mountains the light-armed troops
were despatched, with instructions to keep pace with their comrades on
the lower level, and rain down shots and arrows upon the enemy whenever
they attempted to hinder them in their march. As soon as the Persians
perceived this device, they gave up the pursuit. The disadvantage was
now on their side, and they were afraid of being cut off from the main
body of their army.

So for the rest of that day the Hellenes continued their way in peace,
the light infantry on the mountains, the hoplites on the lower hills.
At last they reached the villages which they had perceived in the
distance, and now the first thing to be done was to see to the sick and
wounded, of whom there were a great many. They were carefully tended
by the eight surgeons who accompanied the Hellene force, and for three
days the army rested quietly in the villages. This was chiefly on
account of the sick, but partly also because they found there great
stores of wheat, barley, and wine, of which they took possession
without paying for them, because they were now at war, and in the
enemy’s country.




XXVII

THE LAST OF TISSAPHERNES


During the time that the Hellenes rested in the villages Tissaphernes
disappeared from sight, but on the fourth day, when they came out from
under cover, they found him again pursuing them with his whole army.

It was an anxious time for the Hellenes, for a large number of them
were incapacitated from fighting. Besides the wounded, there were those
who carried the wounded in litters, and those again who carried the
armour of the litter-bearers. The wagons in which the sick might have
journeyed had been burnt when they had declared war against the Great
King.

The generals were of opinion that in this crippled condition they were
no match for the enemy in the open field, and that it would be useless
to attempt to march and fight at the same time, as hitherto. So when
they found that the Persians were coming against them, they determined
to halt at the first village they should reach, and place the wounded
in safety, while the able-bodied could easily put the Persians to
flight from under the cover of the huts. Once routed, they knew that
the Persians would give them no more trouble that night, for they were
so terribly afraid of being surprised by the Hellenes that they always
pitched their camp at least six miles away from them.

This plan was carried out, and the Persians were driven back from the
village. Then, as soon as they were out of sight, the Hellenes made a
fresh start, and marched on for another six miles before encamping for
the night, so that the next day when they began their march, they had
twelve miles start of the enemy.

All that day and all the next day they were able to march steadily on
without fighting, for the Barbarians were too far behind to attack
them, but during the third night Tissaphernes also made an extra, or as
it is called, a forced march.

The Satrap had the great advantage of being able to get every
information as to the districts through which they were marching, and
knowing that the flat plain that they had been traversing ever since
the last skirmish would now be succeeded by mountainous country, he
sent forward a detachment of his troops to get in advance of the
Hellenes by taking another road, and seize a hill overlooking the way
by which they must pass.

When the Hellene vanguard approached the hill, they found it already
in possession of the enemy, and Cheirisophus sent to the rear for
Xenophon. It was clear that the Persians must be dislodged without
a moment’s delay, for already the main body of the Barbarian army,
commanded by Tissaphernes himself, could be seen approaching in the
distance.

Xenophon looked long and carefully at the height occupied by the
Persians, and saw that from the very top of the mountain above it there
was a road leading down to the place. ‘We must get up to the top of
the mountain,’ he said, ‘and from thence charge down upon the enemy and
drive them from their post. There is not a moment to lose. If you will
remain here with the rest of the army, I will attack the mountain with
the light-armed troops, or else if you will lead them thither, I will
remain below.’

‘You may choose,’ said Cheirisophus.

‘Very well then,’ answered Xenophon, ‘I will climb the mountain, for I
am the younger.’

He set off at once with the troops assigned to him, and for a time they
were concealed from the enemy by the trees and bushes which clothed
the hillside. But as soon as the Persians perceived their intention,
they also made for the higher peak, hoping to reach it before the
Hellenes. And now began a race, Hellenes and Persians climbing each by
a different road, and watching eagerly the progress of the other party.
Now one side would seem to have the advantage and now the other, while
all the time incessant shouts from below stimulated their efforts, for
on both sides it was well known how much depended on the issue.

Xenophon rode on horseback beside his men, urging them to do their
utmost. ‘Remember,’ he said, ‘that this toil is to make it possible
for you to return to your homes, your wives, and your children. Yet a
little more effort, and all the rest will be easy.’

One of the soldiers, who was named Soteridas, was a lazy, sullen
fellow, and looking enviously at Xenophon, he said, ‘It is all very
well for you to talk, Xenophon, for you can ride at your ease, but I am
groaning beneath the weight of this heavy shield.’

Instantly Xenophon sprang from his horse, seized the shield of
Soteridas, pushed him aside, and taking his place in the ranks,
struggled up the hill like a private soldier, although he was
encumbered with the heavy armour worn for riding.

The other men were delighted at this, and they did not scruple to
express their contempt for Soteridas by blows as well as taunts, until
at last the unhappy man was constrained to implore Xenophon to let him
take back his shield and share the toil of his comrades.

To this Xenophon consented, and remounting his horse, he rode as long
as it was possible to do so, but soon the road became so bad that he
was obliged to dismount and climb on foot for the rest of the way.

The Persians were but a very little distance from the crest of the
mountain when the first Hellenes reached it. The advantage was now
with them, and they at once charged. Back fled the Persians by any
path they could find, and soon there was no longer a trace either of
the detachment that had been posted on the hill, or of the main army
advancing along the plain.

The road was free, and a short march brought the Hellenes to some
villages where they could rest after the fatigues of the day. There
they found abundance of food, and were able moreover to take as spoil a
number of cows and other animals, for it happened, fortunately for the
Hellenes, that a great number were just then collected at that place in
order to be ferried across the Tigris.

This was their last encounter with Tissaphernes. Since his shameful
betrayal of their generals, he had for twenty days been following in
their track, as a pack of hounds pursues a noble stag, who nevertheless
saves himself by his courage and endurance. Taking into consideration
the enormous difference in point of numbers, the loss sustained by the
Hellenes during these twenty days was very slight. They had been more
than a match for Tissaphernes and his great army, and might well feel
proud of their superiority to the cowardly mob of Barbarians.




XXVIII

THE RIVER OR THE MOUNTAINS?


But although they had now seen the last of Tissaphernes, the Hellenes
were still a very long way from the end of their journey. Difficulties
of another and more serious kind still lay before them, and the
question of their further route caused the generals great anxiety. For
in front of the fruitful valley in which they were encamped, there
stretched before them a stern and rugged mountain-country inhabited by
a nation of savages.

The limit of this mountain district was the river Tigris, and the only
way of avoiding it was by crossing the Tigris. No path could be found
by which they could pass between the mountains and the river, for
immense rocks stretched out far over the water, so that there was not
space for even a single person to go by.

But the river was far too deep and broad to be forded, and they had
no other means of crossing. When they tried to measure its depth with
their long spears, they could not reach the bottom, even close to the
shore.

Whilst the generals were consulting together as to what could be done,
a Rhodian soldier came to them to ask for an audience, and said, ‘If
you will promise me a talent of silver,[15] and provide me with all
that I shall need for carrying out my plan, I will build you a bridge
over the Tigris capable of bearing two thousand hoplites.’

     [15] A talent was equal to 243_l._ 15_s._ of our money.

Then he went on to explain his plan. ‘We have here,’ he said, ‘a great
many cows, sheep, goats and asses. All these animals must give me
their skins, for I shall want two thousand leather bags. I shall also
want all the straps used for the baggage animals. The skins must be
inflated, and tied up securely. I shall then attach one of the straps
to either end of each skin so that it can be fastened to the next
one, and steady it in the water with large stones let down from the
under side to serve as anchors. When the skins are all in their places
and fastened together, I shall cover them thoroughly with earth and
brushwood to prevent them from being slippery, and the bridge will be
complete. Each skin will bear the weight of two men, so that you will
have a bridge able to carry four thousand.’

The generals agreed that it was an excellent idea, but unhappily they
could not turn it to any account, for on the further side of the river,
troops of Persian cavalry were already collected to oppose their
crossing, and by them the men employed in working at the bridge would
be shot down one by one, long before it was sufficiently finished to
carry the soldiers across.

The crossing of the river was thus out of the question, and there
remained nothing but the road over the mountains, although they knew
not whither it led. They were like mariners driven out of their course
by violent storms, who neither know where they are, nor what is before,
or behind, or on either side of them. Gladly would the Hellenes have
given a good deal of their scanty store of money for a small sheet of
paper which to-day can be bought anywhere for a few pence,--a map of
the country that lay before them. But in those days no such thing had
ever been heard of.

All they could do was to question the prisoners, and from them they
learnt that southwards, in the direction from whence they had come,
were the provinces of Babylonia and Media, to the east were the cities
of Susa and Babylon, to the west the provinces of Lydia and Ionia, and
that the road northwards over the mountains would lead them through the
land of the Carduchians, a fierce, war-loving race, who had never been
conquered. Once the Great King had sent into their country an army of
120,000 men, to subdue them, but of all that great host not one had
ever seen his home again.

If the Hellenes should succeed in getting through the country of the
Carduchians, they would then reach the province of Armenia, and after
that they would be able to journey on without further hindrance.




XXIX

THE CARDUCHIANS


Although in themselves not very formidable enemies, within the limits
of their own country the Carduchians were almost invincible. It was
a mountainous district, in which the hills rose sheer and steep from
the rich, fertile valleys lying far below, where the Carduchians built
their houses and pastured their flocks.

They seldom risked coming to close quarters with their enemies, but
contented themselves with shooting from a distance at any intruders who
might be rash enough to enter their country. This method of warfare was
the more effective as they had considerable skill as marksmen, and were
beyond the possibility of pursuit. Every path and every recess of their
wild mountain country was familiar to them, and they were extremely
agile, being accustomed from their childhood to clamber up and down the
rocks like cats. Moreover they had the advantage of being burdened with
no armour and but little clothing, and they carried no weapons but bows
and slings.

Their bows and arrows were unusually large, the bow measuring nearly
three cubits in length, and the arrows more than two cubits. In order
to shoot, they rested the lower end of the bow on the ground, and
placed one foot upon it; then, drawing back the string as far as it
would go, they discharged the arrow with such force that it was able
to pierce right through a leather jerkin, and penetrate deep into the
flesh beneath.

With this barbarous people the Hellenes were most anxious to remain
at peace, and they desired nothing better than to be allowed to pass
quietly through the country, paying for everything that they might be
obliged to take, in order to supply themselves with food. The prisoners
who had told them about the defeat of the Persian army, had spoken also
of an alliance made by the Carduchians with the satrap of the province
nearest their country. With him they had established an occasional
exchange of friendly intercourse, but as they hated all the other
Persians as bitterly as ever, the Hellenes hoped that on the principle
that ‘The enemy of my enemy is my friend,’ the Carduchians might be
inclined to regard them with favour, and make a treaty with them.

Nevertheless they resolved to enter the country very cautiously, and
after having offered sacrifices and prayers to the gods, that their
enterprise might be brought to a successful issue, they set out
while it was still dark in the hope of crossing the first mountain
unperceived. By daybreak they were in the country of the Carduchians,
Cheirisophus leading the van, which included all the light-armed
troops, Xenophon in the rear commanding the hoplites, while the
camp-followers as usual marched in the centre.

Cheirisophus passed unobserved over the crest of the mountain, and
on the further side, found several villages scattered about in the
ravines and recesses of the country. Great was the astonishment of the
inhabitants at the unexpected appearance of the Hellene soldiers. They
came pouring out of their houses, and although the Hellenes made signs
of friendliness, and called out that they had no wish to injure them,
they would not stop to listen, but fled away into the mountains with
their wives and children.

Meanwhile the rear was still crossing the height over which
Cheirisophus had just passed in safety. The road was narrow, and
the long line of combatants and camp-followers could make but slow
progress. Night had fallen before those in the extreme rear could reach
the villages, and on their way, they were attacked by the terrified
Carduchians who had fled at the approach of Cheirisophus. Some of them
were killed, and others wounded, with stones and arrows. Happily the
enemy were as yet but few in number, or they might have sustained more
serious loss.

The Hellenes established themselves for the night in the villages of
which they had been left in possession, and found in the houses many
vessels and utensils of brass, but as they still hoped to enter into
peaceful relations with the Carduchians, they took no spoil, excepting
only such food as was necessary. There was no one from whom to buy, and
so they were obliged to help themselves.

During the night they were left undisturbed, but great bonfires could
be seen flaming away upon the tops of the mountains. They had been set
alight by the Carduchians in order that the signal might be passed on
from point to point, all over the country, to call together all the
people to defend their land from the strangers who had entered it.

There could no longer be any doubt that the Carduchians were determined
to regard the Hellenes as enemies, and again the generals and captains
met in consultation. As on the occasion when they had declared war
against the Great King, they determined to leave behind everything
that could possibly be spared. All prisoners were set free, and of the
transport animals they retained only such of the strongest as were
quite indispensable. By this means it became possible to reduce the
quantity of provisions to be carried, and moreover the men who had been
formerly employed in attending to the discarded animals could now be
added to the fighting force.

The soldiers were informed of the decision arrived at, and desired to
be ready for a fresh start immediately after the morning meal. Then the
generals placed themselves at a narrow part of the road, and as the
army marched past, took away from the men anything that they might have
tried to carry off in defiance of the order.

The day did not pass without several skirmishes with the Carduchians,
but for the most part they were able to march on steadily without
serious fighting.




XXX

SEIZING A PASS


On the following day a great snow-storm made it difficult for the
Hellenes to continue their march. Nevertheless they were obliged to go
forward, as they had not a sufficient supply of food. The Carduchians
now beset them in greater numbers than before, and harassed them with
showers of stones and arrows, especially whenever they were hindered by
coming to a part of the road that was particularly narrow.

Xenophon, who led the rear-guard, was several times obliged to halt and
drive back the enemy, giving as he did so, a signal with the trumpets,
in order that Cheirisophus and the van might wait for him. No sooner
did the Hellenes turn and prepare to charge, than the Carduchians
disappeared as if by magic, but in a very short time they were again in
the rear, shooting at them as before.

At first Cheirisophus waited for the hoplites, so that they had no
great difficulty in keeping up with the rest of the army, but after a
time he took no more notice of the signals, and the distance between
the van and the rear became greater and greater, until at last the
march of Xenophon and his men was more like a flight than a retreat,
whilst all the time they were exposed to the arrows and missiles of the
enemy.

When in the evening they rejoined their comrades, Xenophon complained
to Cheirisophus of the want of consideration he had shown in obliging
the men to run and fight at the same time. In consequence of this,
several of them, he said, had fallen, amongst whom were two of the
best, and moreover it had been impossible to rescue their bodies.

Among the Hellenes it was regarded as a terrible calamity if anything
interfered to prevent the dead from receiving funeral honours. If
nothing else could be done, the corpse must at least be solemnly
sprinkled with earth in the name of the gods, or the shade of the dead
man would find no rest in the Lower World.

But it was not without urgent necessity that Cheirisophus had hurried
forward during the latter part of the march, and he answered, ‘We
were told by the guides that the mountains in front of us are almost
impassable, and that there is but one steep road--that which you see
yonder--leading to the only pass by which we can cross them. I hoped
that by hurrying we might be able to seize this pass before the enemy
should occupy it, but unhappily they have reached it first. They are
posted there in great numbers, and I do not see how we are to drive
them from it.’

[Illustration: AMONG THE CARDUCHIAN MOUNTAINS.]

Xenophon was obliged to admit that Cheirisophus was fully justified
in acting as he had done, but he had something to report, which made
the situation a little less hopeless. ‘As the Carduchians persisted in
molesting us,’ he said, ‘we lay in ambush for them behind some bushes.
This gave us the opportunity of doing them an injury, and also of
resting ourselves for a moment, for we were quite out of breath. When
a band of Carduchians came by, we rushed out upon them and killed most
of them, but two I was careful to take alive, and we have brought them
as prisoners, for I thought they would be useful in guiding us through
these mountains. They may be able to tell us of a second way not known
to the guides we have had hitherto.’

The two prisoners were led forward to be examined, and the first
one was asked if he did not know of another road leading to the
pass. Although it was evident that he could, if he chose, give the
information of which the Hellenes were in such pressing need, he
persisted in saying that there was no other road.

They threatened him with death if he continued obstinate, but it was of
no avail, and fearing lest the other Carduchian should be encouraged
to follow his example, they determined to show that they were not to
be trifled with. It was absolutely essential to find another road, the
fate of the whole army depended on it, and in order to strike terror
into the heart of the second man, they hanged his comrade before his
eyes.

This had the desired effect, and when the second Carduchian was
questioned, he said, ‘There is another road. My country-man would
not betray the secret, because his daughter lives near it, with her
husband. I am ready to show it to you, and you will find it passable
also for the baggage animals.’

In war, terrible things occur. For the sake of the general good it is
often necessary to be cruel. But still we cannot help regretting the
fate of the brave man who for the love of his daughter gave himself
over to death.

On further questioning the Carduchian, the generals discovered that the
road which he promised to show them was at one point commanded by a
peak already in possession of the enemy, who must be dislodged from it
before the road could be used. This would probably be an enterprise of
some risk, and the generals resorted to an expedient often used in war
to rouse enthusiasm for a difficult and dangerous undertaking,--namely
that of calling for volunteers.

About two thousand men at once offered their services, of whom some
were officers and others private soldiers. Having first eaten a good
meal, they set out, as soon as it began to get dark, in a storm of wind
and rain, guided by the Carduchian, whom they had put into chains, lest
he should desert them on the way.

It was arranged that the band of volunteers should dislodge the
Carduchians from the height commanding the second road, and remain
there during the night. At dawn they were to descend towards the pass
and begin the attack upon it, giving at the same time a signal with the
trumpets. On hearing the signal, a part of the army left below was to
ascend as rapidly as possible by the first road, and join them at the
pass.

In order to divert the attention of the enemy from the movements of the
two thousand, Xenophon set out at the same moment with the hoplites,
and made a feint of advancing up the first road leading to the pass.

Coming however to a narrow ravine between great boulders of rock,
he found the cliffs on either side crowded with Carduchians, who
had dragged to that place huge fragments of rock, besides stones
of all sizes, ready to be hurled down upon the Hellenes. The moment
the Carduchians caught sight of the approaching enemy, down crashed
the stone-storm, making the most appalling noise as the great pieces
of rock bounded from boulder to boulder, broke off into a thousand
splinters, and then thundered to the ground, burying themselves finally
deep in the earth.

Had the Hellenes entered the ravine, not one of them would have escaped
alive. But they had taken good care to keep well beyond the range of
the deadly hail, only, from time to time, one or other of the captains
would show himself from among the bushes on either side of the ravine,
as if he were looking for some other way of getting past.

When it had become so dark that they could no longer be seen by the
Carduchians, the Hellenes hastened back to the valley, where they were
glad enough to prepare their evening meal, for they had had no dinner
that day. All through the night they could hear the noise made by the
Carduchians, who were still on the alert, and who continued to pour
down volleys of stones and rock, lest their enemies should slip past
them in the darkness.

Meanwhile the two thousand volunteers had been led by their guide to a
place which they believed to be the peak commanding the second road.
There they found a number of Carduchians sitting comfortably round
their fires, and attacking them suddenly, they killed some and put the
rest to flight. Then they sat down and spent the remainder of the night
in front of the fires that had been kindled by the enemy, which, as it
was excessively cold, they looked upon as a piece of great good fortune.

At dawn they proceeded towards the pass, very cautiously and silently,
according to the instructions they had received, and under cover of
a thick mist, were able to come close up to the enemy unobserved.
Then the trumpets gave the signal that had been agreed upon, and the
Hellenes charged. The enemy saw that it was of no use to attempt to
maintain their position, and fled without a struggle, only a few of
them being killed.

This freed the road, up which Cheirisophus and his men were making
their way as fast as possible. It was excessively steep and narrow, and
in their eagerness to reach the top, many of the men climbed as best
they could over places where there was no path, drawing one another
up with the help of their spears. At last they reached the pass, and
joined the band of volunteers who were already in possession.

Two-thirds of the army had now reached the pass. But for the rest there
was still in store a long day of toil and fighting before they could
arrive at the same spot.




XXXI

A LONG DAY’S FIGHTING


Xenophon and his rear-guard of hoplites had undertaken the escort of
the transport animals, who had to be brought up to the pass by the
second, more circuitous road, because the first was too steep for them.
The animals were placed in the centre of the line, half the troops
marching in front of them, and half behind.

The rear had not proceeded far when they came in sight of a peak
overlooking the road, and discovered that it was occupied by the enemy.
The volunteers had indeed thought that they had freed the road by
driving the enemy from their camp-fires on the previous evening, but
this proved not to be the case.

Until the Carduchians could be ousted from the height, it would not
be safe for either troops or cattle to pass beneath, and Xenophon at
once told off some of his men for this service, with instructions to
make the attack in such a manner as to give the Carduchians ample
opportunity for running away. He did not want them to be forced to make
a desperate stand, for he was anxious not to be delayed by having to
stop and fight.

Accordingly a detachment of hoplites, headed by Xenophon himself, set
out to climb the hill. As they did so, they were exposed the whole
time to a constant volley of arrows and stones, discharged at them by
the Carduchians from above, but no sooner had they reached the top than
the Carduchians turned and fled, leaving the road below the peak free.

A new difficulty however now presented itself, for from this peak a
second came into sight, occupied just in the same manner. This would
have to be fought for as the first had been, and moreover it would
be necessary to leave a guard on the first peak to prevent the enemy
from returning to it. For the Carduchians were like a swarm of flies,
who can easily be driven away from the place where they have settled,
but who return just as quickly, the moment they are left alone again.
And Xenophon knew that he could not hope to get his line of men and
horses past the peak of which he had just taken possession, before the
Carduchians would have time to get back to it, for the road was so
narrow that they were obliged to go very slowly.

Accordingly he left three captains, with the men serving under them,
to guard the first peak, whilst he himself went forward towards the
second. This was captured with the same toil and the same success as
the first, but now a third came into view which had to be taken in like
manner. Xenophon accordingly set forward to attack it, but in this
case the task was easier than before, for the enemy abandoned the peak
before the Hellenes arrived at it, so that it could be climbed without
hindrance or danger.

So far all had gone well, but now from the rear came disastrous news.
The men left in charge of the first peak had been surprised and
defeated by the enemy, who had killed almost all of them, including
two out of the three captains. A few only had saved their lives by
making a desperate leap from the rocks into the road below.

There was nothing for it but to reconquer the peak which they had
thought already secured,--a terrible addition to the work of a day
already overcrowded with toils and risks which cost many a brave
soldier his life. Xenophon himself was at one time in great peril. In
climbing one of the mountains, his shield-bearer became so frightened
at the shower of stones and arrows pouring down from above, that he
turned and fled, taking the shield with him. Xenophon was thus left
unprotected, but happily one of the soldiers saw his danger, and
hastening to his side, held his own shield so as to cover both.

At last however the long march was over, and before nightfall, the
hoplites had rejoined their comrades at the pass, from whence they
soon reached some well-to-do mountain villages where there was food in
abundance, and where they could shelter themselves in comfortable huts.
Their loss that day had been very severe, and unhappily it had been
impossible to carry off the dead.

To repair such a misfortune, no sacrifice could be too great, and
accordingly Cheirisophus and Xenophon sent a herald to the Carduchians,
offering to restore the man who had acted as their guide, if the
Carduchians, on their part, would give up the bodies of the fallen
Hellenes. To this they agreed, and the Hellenes had the satisfaction of
burying their comrades with the customary rites.

It was however at no small cost that they had effected this exchange,
for by so doing they had lost the services of the only man who could
pilot them through this wild and unknown land. They were now without
a guide, and from the nature of the country, no extensive view could
anywhere be gained. They could but direct their course by the sun and
stars, and they decided to continue marching northwards towards the
source of the Tigris.

The next three days were spent in much the same manner as the last,
the Carduchians disputing every step of their march, and constantly
assailing them with shots and stones hurled from a higher level. But at
last, to their infinite joy, they came to the edge of the Carduchian
country, and could look down upon the broad plains of Armenia stretched
out before them.

They had only been seven days, in all, in the land of the Carduchians,
and yet, during that short time they had suffered so severely, that
all their previous encounters, both with the Great King and with
Tissaphernes, seemed in comparison but child’s play.




XXXII

THE CROSSING OF THE KENTRITES


The Persian province of Armenia was divided from the land of the
Carduchians by the river Kentrites. It was a fertile country, but for a
distance of nearly twenty miles from the river there were no villages
nor cultivated land, because the Armenians were determined that there
should be nothing to tempt their warlike neighbours, the Carduchians,
to enter their country in search of plunder.

The news that the Hellenes were approaching had reached them, and on
the further side of the river, Persian cavalry were already keeping
guard along the shore. Infantry also were posted beyond, in the more
hilly part of the country. Notwithstanding this, however, since there
was no way of getting round the river, the Hellenes were determined, if
possible, to wade through it, in defiance of the Persian troops.

But on stepping into the river, they found that the water was breast
deep, and that the stream had a very rapid current, which swept to one
side the great shields they carried to protect them in front, so that
they were exposed to the arrows and darts of the enemy. They could
indeed, by lifting the shields out of the water and holding them above
their heads, protect themselves to some extent, but not sufficiently
to be out of danger. Besides this, the ground at the bottom of the
river was strewn with great stones, so slippery that they could not
get any certain footing, and were in constant danger of falling. And
in addition to everything else, they now perceived, at the edge of
the mountainous country which they had just quitted, a band of armed
Carduchians, who were evidently only waiting for the moment when they
should be occupied in crossing the river, to come and attack them in
the rear.

The position was most embarrassing, and they could not tell what to do
for the best. Being urgently in need of rest, they resolved to remain
where they were for that day, and encamp at night in the same place as
on the previous evening. The Carduchians continued at their post until
dark, and then retreated to their nearest villages.

That night Xenophon had a dream. He thought that he was bound with
fetters, but suddenly the fetters fell off, and he could move his limbs
freely. Thereupon he awoke, with the firm conviction that the dream had
been sent from the gods, to signify that they would provide a way of
escape from the present difficulty.

Early in the morning he went to Cheirisophus to tell him of the dream,
and of his interpretation of it, and both generals agreed to have
sacrifices offered, that by means of the omens they might know yet
more surely the will of the gods. At the very first, the omens were
favourable, and now they felt certain that the gods would not fail to
work out their deliverance, though how it was to be accomplished they
did not as yet know.

They had not however long to wait, for whilst they were still eating
their breakfast, two young soldiers came running into the camp to tell
the generals of a discovery that they had made.

‘We were looking for fuel,’ they said, ‘a good way up the stream, when
we saw a man, a woman, and two girls, who seemed to be entering a cave
among the rocks. So we tried the water in that place, and found that it
flows much more quietly than here, and we went right over to the other
side, for the country there is hilly, so that we were protected from
the enemy’s cavalry, and nowhere did the water come above our waists.’

This was indeed welcome news, and the generals believed that it had
been sent to them by the gods. In token of thankfulness they at once
offered as a libation the wine of which they had been drinking, pouring
it out upon the ground. And for each of the two youths they filled also
a cup of wine, that they too might pour it out to the gods, and be
thankful.

The other generals were summoned, and all took counsel together as
to the arrangements to be made for crossing the river with the least
possible loss, in spite of the enemy in front and the enemy in the
rear. For with the morning light, the Carduchians had returned to their
post on the high ground that formed the fringe of their country.

After some consideration the generals decided upon a plan. Guided
by the two youths, the whole Hellene army marched up the river bank
towards the ford, which was about half a mile from the place where
they had pitched their camp. Seeing this, the Persian horsemen took the
same course, and made a similar progress on the opposite bank of the
river.

When the Hellenes reached the ford, the priests offered a sacrifice to
the god of the river, then all joined in singing the pæan, or hymn of
praise to the gods, and with a mighty shout, Cheirisophus and the van
stepped into the stream.

But meanwhile Xenophon and his men hurried back as fast as possible to
the former place, as if they intended crossing there; and this movement
had the effect that had been aimed at by the generals in making their
plan. For when the Persian cavalry saw that Cheirisophus was in the act
of crossing above, and that Xenophon, as they supposed, was about to
cross below, they were seized with panic, and fearing lest they should
be shut in between the two divisions of the Hellene army, they urged
their horses into a gallop, and fled away as fast as they could.

By this means Cheirisophus and the van crossed the river without
hindrance, and they marched straight to the high ground where the
Persian infantry were posted. The infantry however made no better stand
than the other troops, for when they saw that the cavalry had fled,
they followed the example of their comrades, and ran away also.

The camp-followers and the baggage animals had crossed the river behind
Cheirisophus, and now, on the hither side of the Kentrites, there only
remained the rear-guard commanded by Xenophon.

[Illustration: HOPLITE SINGING THE PÆAN.]

To enable these remaining troops to cross in safety was the last,
and by no means the easiest task of the day. For the Carduchians
were still behind, only waiting for the moment when they could most
effectively fall upon them. Until the greater part of the men were in
the water, they did not venture down from their mountains, but as soon
as they saw that comparatively few of them were left on the bank, they
dashed forward, as if they wished to teach the Hellenes the truth of
the proverb that the last man is bitten by the dog.

But Xenophon was prepared to receive them. Before taking any notice,
he allowed them to come almost within close quarters. Their arrows
were even whirring already through the air when he gave a signal with
the trumpet. Then the hoplites turned suddenly, and charged with rapid
step, shouting the Hellene war-cry.

The Carduchians fled back into shelter as fast as they could, for they
knew well that except in their own mountains they were no match for
the Hellene troops. Once more the trumpet sounded, and the Carduchians
fled yet faster than before, but Xenophon had previously given secret
instructions to the men, that when they heard the second signal for
attack, instead of obeying it they should turn back and hasten across
the river as quickly as possible. This they did, and thus the crossing
of the Kentrites, which in the beginning had seemed almost impossible,
was accomplished by the Hellenes with little or no loss.




XXXIII

THE SATRAP TIRIBAZUS


The Hellenes were now in Armenia. In this country there were no
dangerous mountains, such as those they had just left, but here they
had to contend against difficulties of another kind. The greater part
of the country was 5,000 feet above the sea level, and in consequence
of this, the winters were very long and cold, and the summers very
short. In June the corn began to sprout. In September the harvest was
gathered, and then the winter set in. It was now December, and the
Hellenes were soon to experience the intense cold of an Armenian winter.

After crossing the Kentrites, they marched for a distance of a hundred
and twenty miles over level country, without encountering any enemy.
These marches occupied six days, and it mostly chanced that in the
evening they found themselves near villages where they could shelter
for the night.

On the seventh day there came to meet them a troop of horsemen,
commanded by the satrap Tiribazus, who stood high in the favour of the
Great King, and enjoyed the privilege, when he was at court, of helping
the sovereign to mount on horseback.

He rode forward towards the Hellene army, and demanded speech of the
generals, announcing that he was desirous of entering into a treaty
with them. They were to promise that they would neither burn the
villages nor do violence to the inhabitants, but they were at liberty
to take any provisions that they might require; and he, for his part,
would undertake not to molest them in any way.

[Illustration: A SATRAP RECEIVING DEPUTIES.]

This was all that could be desired, and the generals agreed to conclude
the treaty on the terms proposed. But their previous experience of the
Persians had not been such as to induce them to place much confidence
in any promises they might make, and they judged that it was best,
notwithstanding the treaty, to remain on their guard. Tiribazus
followed their march at the distance of rather more than a mile.

During the night that followed, the Hellenes were encamped beneath
the open sky, when they were overtaken by the first fall of snow.
The next day there was nothing to be seen of Tiribazus, and thinking
that the deep snow would prevent him from attempting any surprise,
they ventured, when night came on, to take up their quarters in some
villages which they had reached.

In the morning however, some of the soldiers who had strayed to a
distance the previous night, reported that they had seen a great number
of fires in the neighbourhood, which seemed to show that the army of
Tiribazus was not far off. The generals decided therefore that it was
too unsafe to break up the army by allowing the soldiers to scatter
themselves over various villages, and on the next night again camped
out in the open, where all could be together.

But again the snow came down, and this time more heavily than before,
burying as if in a grave, both the men and their stacks of weapons. The
frost too was very severe, and the transport horses were so benumbed
that they could hardly raise their limbs from the ground. The soldiers
remained lying beneath the snow, for they found it warmer to be thus
covered up, as if with a soft blanket, but Xenophon roused himself,
and taking an axe, began to cut wood, partly for the sake of getting
warm, partly in order to make a fire. Then some of the men followed his
example, and soon they had a number of fires blazing.

After a night of such severity, the generals were afraid to risk
spending another in the open air, and decided that at all hazards they
must take shelter the next evening in the villages. They determined
however to send out a small band of men, under cover of the darkness,
to search in the direction in which the soldiers had stated that they
had seen the fires burning.

No fires could be discovered, but the soldiers came upon a man carrying
a battle-axe, and a Persian bow and quiver. When they asked him who he
was, and where he came from, the man replied that he was a Persian,
and had come from the army of Tiribazus to seek for food. Then they
questioned him further as to the size of the army, and the purpose for
which it had been assembled, and ascertained from his answers that the
satrap was keeping a little in advance of the Hellenes in order to
seize a pass in the mountains that they were now approaching, before
they should reach it.

There could be no doubt that the Barbarians were intending to play the
same treacherous game as before. It was well for the Hellenes that
they had not trusted them. The soldiers returned, taking with them the
Persian they had captured, and brought him into the presence of the
generals, who again questioned him. Having satisfied themselves that he
was speaking the truth, they resolved to be beforehand with Tiribazus,
and detailed a part of the army to set out at once under the guidance
of the prisoner towards the place where the Barbarians had pitched
their camp, not far from the pass.

As they were going over one of the mountains, the archers and slingers
who marched in front, caught sight of the camp, and without waiting
for the hoplites, rushed forward with a loud cry, which so frightened
the Barbarians that they immediately fled in the most disgraceful
manner,--just as when the lion opens his mouth and roars, all the
lesser animals run away in fear and trembling.

Few of the Barbarians were killed, but the Hellenes captured twenty
horses, and the magnificent tent of the satrap, in which were found
richly wrought drinking vessels, and couches with silver feet. The
bakers and cup-bearers of the satrap were also taken prisoners.

After this, the Hellenes returned with all speed to their comrades, and
the whole army hastened forward to secure the pass before the enemy
should have time to recover from their alarm. This they accomplished
successfully on the following day.

Three more marches brought them to the Euphrates, but as the river was
in this part of the country near its source they were able to ford it
without difficulty, for the water did not reach higher than the middle
of their bodies.




XXXIV

AN ARMENIAN WINTER


But now the Hellenes were brought face to face with a new difficulty.
The winter had by this time set in, and the whole country was buried
in snow. All around in every direction, as far as the eye could reach,
was one vast stretch of snow, many feet in depth, and through this the
Hellenes had to make their way. Any one who has tried to walk for even
a quarter of an hour through snow into which he cannot help sinking
above the knee at every step he takes, may imagine how tiring and
painful it must have been to march thus for a whole day. Many of the
slaves and horses perished, and also thirty of the soldiers.

On the third day after crossing the Euphrates, their sufferings
were still further increased by a north-wind, whose bitter blast
was torture, even to the stalwart Hellenes. One of the soothsayers
suggested that a sacrifice should be offered to Boreas, the god of the
north-wind, and when this had been accomplished, it seemed to them all
that his fury abated to some extent.

When night came on, the Hellenes had to encamp in the snow. Those who
first reached the camping-place found plenty of food, and soon had
some big fires burning, round which the stragglers were glad enough
to press as soon as they arrived; but the first-comers would only make
room for them on condition of their giving them some of their bread,
or anything else that they might have to eat, for food was now getting
scarce. As the snow melted beneath the fires, the soldiers could
measure its depth, and they found that it was no less than six feet.

All the next day, the Hellenes had to plough their way through this
terrible snow, and many became so faint and ill that they threw
themselves down upon the ground, unable to move. When Xenophon, with
the rear-guard, came up to the place, and saw them lying there in such
misery, he asked his men if there was nothing that could be done for
them. One of the older soldiers answered that the poor fellows were
merely suffering from exhaustion caused by fatigue and want of food,
and that if they could get something to eat, they would be able to
march on again. Xenophon went himself to the transport to get what he
could for them, and when the sick soldiers had taken some food, they
revived, and were able to keep up with their comrades.

In the evening, Cheirisophus and the van reached a village which had
a wall round it, and a gate that could be shut at night. When they
arrived, they found some women and children drawing water at a well
outside the village, who asked Cheirisophus where he came from. He
answered that he was on his way from the King to the satrap; and they
told him that the satrap was not in the village, but at a place about
four miles off. The women then went home, and the Hellenes of the van
went with them through the gate, and took up their quarters in the
village for the night.

But the other soldiers, who were a long way behind, had to spend the
night in the open air, with little or nothing to eat, and several of
them died of cold and hunger. When, on the next day, they continued
their march, some of those who had suffered most discovered a sheltered
place where there was a warm spring, that had not been frozen over, nor
covered up with snow. In a moment they threw themselves upon the warm
black earth round the spring, and there they lay enjoying the hot steam
that rose from it, when Xenophon, who always brought up the rear, came
to the place and found them there. He told the men that they must not
linger, as the enemy were close behind; and finding that mild words
were of no avail, he spoke more and more sharply, and even beat some of
them. But the men would not move. They said that if they must be killed
they were ready to die, but they could not go a step farther.

Meanwhile the Persians were coming nearer and nearer. They had not
failed to profit by the distress of the Hellenes, and had captured the
fallen baggage animals, who had been left lying in the snow. Now they
were disputing over their prize with great clamour, as they approached
the spring.

Xenophon ordered some of the least exhausted of his hoplites to charge,
and drive them back; and the sick men at the spring helped by shouting
with all their might, and striking their spears against their shields.
The enemy were soon routed, and fled as fast as they could, but were
hindered by the snow. Xenophon then marched on, but before leaving the
sick men, he promised that as soon as possible, he would send some of
their comrades to fetch them.

That night, he again had to encamp with his men in the open, without
either food or fire. When it was nearly morning, he sent some of his
youngest soldiers back to the spring to fetch the sick men who had
been left there the day before, and bring them on their way. Many had
died during the night, and for these there was nothing to be done but
to bury them where they lay; but others who were still living, though
unable to walk, had to be carried by their comrades.

Going to see whether the men were performing their task faithfully,
Xenophon was just in time to prevent a most barbarous action. One of
the soldiers was digging a grave for a comrade who lay beside him, but
as he watched him, Xenophon saw the dead man move, and called out to
the soldier, ‘He is still alive.’ But the man answered, ‘He may have
ten lives as far as I am concerned. I will not drag him any farther.’
And it was only after having been well beaten that he consented to take
up his burden again.

Up to this time, the Hellenes had preserved their courage through all
the difficulties and privations to which they had been exposed, or if
for a moment their spirits had flagged, they had quickly recovered
themselves. But now the trial of excessive cold seemed to have robbed
many of them of all manliness.

It must be remembered that extreme cold has an exceptionally enervating
effect, even upon men accustomed to it. But in this case, the sons of a
country where frost and snow are unknown except in the mildest form,
found themselves suddenly exposed to the terrible cold of the high
Asiatic table-land in the month of December.

Moreover they were absolutely unprovided with clothing suitable for
such weather. The Hellene soldier wore but one garment, and besides
this had nothing whatever to protect him except that some of them,
though by no means all, carried a great square of woollen cloth which
they used as a cloak. We may rather wonder that so many kept up their
spirits throughout this terrible march, than that the courage of some
should have failed.




XXXV

ARMENIAN VILLAGES


At last, all who were still alive of the sick men were brought away
from the spring, and before nightfall, the rear-guard reached the
village which had been already occupied for two nights by the van. Near
it were other villages, and the various companies drew lots for their
respective quarters. Here they were able to rest in comfort after the
privations of the last few days.

The dwellings in this part of the country were made in a fashion that
was quite new to the Hellenes. Instead of being built upon the ground,
they were dug out of it, and had, for entrance, an opening like the
mouth of a well, which widened out below into a large room, inhabited
by the owner and his whole family, together with his goats, his sheep,
his cattle, and his fowls. There were two ways of reaching it, a ladder
for the human beings, and a slope of earth for the animals. Such
dwellings are still common in Armenia, among the poorer classes, and
like the cellars in which we keep our wine, they are cooler in summer
and warmer in winter than the air outside.

The houses in which the Hellenes took up their quarters were well
stocked with food, and the hospitable villagers set before them maize
and barley and other kinds of corn, as much as they desired. They had
also a kind of barley beer, made with whole corns floating in it, which
they drank through hollow reeds, so that the corns should not choke
them. When they wished to drink a toast to the health of one of their
guests, they filled a great bowl with wine, and bending over it, lapped
it up, as an ox drinks out of a pail. Then it was the turn of the
guest, and he was expected to answer the toast by drinking to his host
in the same manner.

On the day after his arrival, Xenophon visited in turn all the
villages, and found the soldiers everywhere feasting and enjoying
themselves. The friendly villagers had made them most welcome, and when
Xenophon arrived, they loaded the tables with flesh of lambs, kids,
calves and swine, besides fowls, and bread both of maize and barley.

It happened that this was the season for sending the yearly tribute of
horses required by the Great King from the province of Armenia, where
the horses were smaller than those of Persia, but far more spirited.
Finding in the villages a number of horses destined for this purpose,
Xenophon did not hesitate to take one for his own use, and he advised
the other officers to follow his example. The head-man of the village
was a priest of the sun-god, and to him Xenophon gave the horse who had
faithfully carried him through so many dangers, but who was now quite
worn out and unable to go any farther, that he might be rested and well
fed, and then offered as a sacrifice to the sun-god.

[Illustration: RUINS OF PERSEPOLIS: GATE OF XERXES.]

Xenophon was on very friendly terms with the head-man, and always
invited him to dine with him at the same table. He had assured him
that no harm would come to him, and that the Hellenes would pay for
whatever they took, if he, for his part, would help them on their
way, by acting as their guide till they came to the next country. The
man agreed to this, and as further proof of friendship, showed the
Hellenes the place where a great store of wine had been buried. The
conversation between Xenophon and the head-man was carried on through
an interpreter, but the soldiers had to make themselves understood as
best they could by means of signs and gestures.

For eight days the Hellenes rested in the villages in order that they
might thoroughly recover themselves before going farther. On the ninth
day they again set out, and by the advice of the head-man, tied up
their horses’ hoofs in little bags of leather, so as to give them a
larger surface to tread upon, and thus prevent them from sinking as
deeply into the snow as before.

Cheirisophus as usual led the van, and with him went the head-man who
was to act as guide. It was not thought necessary to bind him, as they
had bound the Carduchian guide, for they had perfect confidence in him,
and felt sure that he would not desert them.

But after marching for three days without coming to any villages
in which they could shelter, Cheirisophus reproached the guide, on
the third evening, for bringing them by such a bad way. The man
answered that in that part of the country there were no villages, but
Cheirisophus did not believe him, and getting more and more angry, he
ended by striking him. The next morning the guide was nowhere to be
found.

In consequence of this misadventure, there arose a quarrel between
the two generals, the first and last in the whole course of the march.
Xenophon became very angry, and said that Cheirisophus had committed
two unpardonable blunders, first in striking the poor man who was doing
his best for them, and secondly in that after having ill-used him in
this manner, he had not taken the precaution of putting him into chains
in order to prevent his running away.

The Hellenes had to suffer for the imprudence of Cheirisophus, for
now they were again without a guide. Nevertheless they made their way
onwards as best they could, and on the eighth day came in sight of the
mountain range which forms the northern boundary of Armenia.




XXXVI

THE TAOCHIANS


The country north of Armenia was inhabited by the Taochians, a warlike
and independent tribe, who soon made it clear that they were by no
means disposed to welcome the intruding strangers.

On approaching the border of Armenia, the Hellenes saw before them, at
a distance of about three miles, a mountain range stretching away both
to the left and right. The generals halted, and brought up the troops
in line, whilst waiting for the return of the spies, who had been sent
on in front to find out whether there was any road leading over the
ridge. When the spies returned, they reported that the only road led to
a narrow pass, already occupied by the Taochians.

It was evident that they would not be suffered to cross the mountains
without a struggle, and Cheirisophus gave orders that the men should at
once take their dinner, during which time the generals were asked to
discuss whether they should attack the pass immediately, or wait till
the next day. One of the generals, named Cleanor, had quickly made up
his mind, and was the first to speak. ‘It is well,’ he said, ‘that the
soldiers should begin by making a good meal, but this done, we must
attack the enemy without delay. If we wait till to-morrow, they will
think we are afraid of them, their spirits will rise, and many more of
their friends will join them.’

But Xenophon was of a different opinion. ‘It is of the first
importance,’ he said, ‘that we should lose as few men as possible in
seizing the pass. The mountains stretch away to a distance of more than
six miles, and no part of the range appears to be guarded except the
road leading to the pass. It seems to me that it would be better for us
to find a way over the unguarded part, instead of attacking the enemy
in their favourable position.

‘For it is more easy to ascend by a steep road, if unhindered, than by
a level road that is contested, and more possible to see in the night,
if there is nothing to distract us, than in the day time, if there
are enemies all around. Moreover the rough road is better, if we are
left in peace, than the smooth road, if stones are continually falling
about our heads. We can steal a way for ourselves under cover of the
darkness at such a distance from the enemy that they will not hear us,
especially if some of us divert their attention by advancing towards
the pass as if we were going to attack it.

‘But when I speak of stealing,’ he continued in a jesting tone, turning
to Cheirisophus, ‘ye Spartans, as I have heard, are accustomed to
steal from your infancy. With you it is considered an honour to steal
successfully, but in order that you may learn to be skilful, he who is
caught is scourged. Now you can give proof of the excellent training
you have received. Help us to steal our way so cleverly that we shall
not be caught and punished.’

Cheirisophus took the jest in good part, and replied in the same
tone. ‘You also,’ he said, ‘ye men of Athens, have some experience
in stealing, for I hear that notwithstanding the risk of severe
punishment, you know how to steal the treasures of the state, and the
greatest robbers are those distinguished persons who hold the highest
offices. For you too, therefore, there is now a chance of showing how
well you can turn to account the lessons which you have learnt at home.’

The plan proposed by Xenophon was adopted, and it was agreed that
certain of the troops should climb the mountain, and that others should
advance along the road to the pass. The Hellenes were happily provided
with guides who knew the country, for on the march they had captured
some marauders who had followed at a little distance, hoping to find
a favourable opportunity for stealing a few cattle. The prisoners had
already been questioned, and had said that the mountains were not
impassable, but were used as grazing ground for both goats and cattle,
and that if the Hellenes had command of any part of the ridge, they
would be able to take the baggage animals over it without difficulty.

Dinner being ended, Cheirisophus led the army towards the pass occupied
by the enemy, but halted at the distance of a mile from the mountains.
When it was dark, the troops who were to climb over the heights,
marched away in the utmost silence. All went well, the soldiers met
with no hindrance, and having reached the top of the ridge, kindled a
fire according to agreement, as a signal to those below that they had
accomplished their task.

The fire was seen also by the Taochians, who now perceived that they
were in danger of being assailed on both sides, and they also lighted
fires as a signal to their comrades to come to their help.

In the morning, Cheirisophus pressed forward along the road leading
to the pass, and at the same time, the other troops appeared upon the
heights, and began to make their way to the same place. The Taochians
divided their men into two companies, the greater number remaining at
the pass, whilst a smaller band marched out to meet the enemy on the
ridge. Here the first engagement took place, and the Hellenes soon
defeated the Taochians, and put them to flight. Meanwhile Cheirisophus
was rapidly approaching at the head of the hoplites, having sent on
the archers and slingers in advance, and when the Taochians at the
pass saw that their friends had been defeated on the ridge, they also
turned and fled, so that the pass was won almost without fighting. As a
remembrance of their victory, the Hellenes raised upon the mountain a
trophy, made of stones piled one upon another, and decorated with the
shields and arms taken from the Taochians.

From hence they marched for five days through a level country, where
they met with no resistance. But now provisions again began to fail.
There was no lack of food in the country, but the Taochians had taken
care to store everything within their castles, which were strong,
fortified places, always perched on the top of some rugged height. The
Hellenes did not think it prudent to attack these castles, and in spite
of their hunger, were forced to pass them by.

On the sixth day however they came to a fortress which they were
obliged to attack, for they were quite without food. It was built upon
the edge of an overhanging cliff and beneath it was a river, and a
road running beside the river. In this fortress all the men, women
and children of the neighbourhood had assembled, together with their
cattle, and had piled together great heaps of stones to hurl down upon
the Hellenes.

Having tried in vain to find some means of taking the place,
Cheirisophus called a halt, and waited until Xenophon came up.
In answer to his question as to why they were at a standstill,
Cheirisophus replied, ‘The only approach to this place is by the road
under the cliff, and the moment we attempt to pass, they hurl down
stones upon us from above of which this is the result,’ and he pointed
to some poor fellows lying on the ground whose legs and ribs had been
broken.

As usual, Xenophon had something to suggest. ‘It seems to me,’ he said,
‘that there are not many of them up there, and that it will not take
long to exhaust their supply of stones.’ And then, having carefully
examined the place, he added, ‘The dangerous piece of road is about
a hundred and fifty feet in length, of which two-thirds is covered
with great pine trees, not very far apart. One, or at the most two
leaps, will take us from the shelter of one group of pine trees to the
next, and then, when the stones begin to fail, we must run as fast as
possible over the last fifty feet of open ground.’

About seventy men were entrusted with the task of freeing the approach
to the fortress, and one of them hit upon a clever device for bringing
down the stones as fast as possible. From beneath the shelter of a pine
tree, he ran a step or two forward to attract the attention of the
enemy, who at once hurled all their biggest stones at the place, but
before they could touch him, he was back under the shelter of his tree.
He did this so often that at last there was quite a heap of stones
lying in front of him, but he himself was untouched.

The other men followed his example, and made it a sort of game,
enjoying the sensation, pleasant alike to old and young, of courting
danger for a moment, and then quickly escaping it. When the stones were
almost exhausted, the soldiers raced one another over the exposed part
of the road, each eager to be the first to reach the fortress. The
Taochians made no further resistance, but, fearing the vengeance of the
Hellenes, men, women and children flung themselves over the edge of the
cliff and were dashed to pieces.

One of the soldiers, seeing a Taochian who appeared to be better
dressed than the rest, about to throw himself over the precipice, ran
up to him and tried to pull him back, but the Taochian grasped him in
his strong arms and dragged him forward with him over the edge, so that
both perished together.

The Hellenes took few prisoners, but much spoil, cattle and asses in
abundance, and whole flocks of sheep.




XXXVII

THE SEA! THE SEA!


The next country through which the Hellenes had to make their way
was inhabited by the Chalybeans, who like the Taochians, were a free
people, not subject to the Great King. In their country were iron mines
which they had worked from the most ancient times, and they knew how to
smelt the iron and make it into steel.

When they went out to fight, the Chalybeans wore a cuirass made of many
folds of linen, with a thick fringe at the bottom, of twisted cords.
They wore also greaves and helmet, and carried a spear twenty-two feet
in length, and a short curved sword, with which they cut off the heads
of their fallen enemies. These they carried about, singing and dancing,
and displayed them to the foe with horrible delight.

Like the Taochians, the Chalybeans were possessed of strong castles,
to which they had carried off all the food in the country, and the
Hellenes would have fared badly but for the cattle which they had
recently taken from the Taochians.

It was not the custom of the Chalybeans to meet their enemies in the
open field, and they contented themselves with harassing the Hellenes
whenever they could do so at an advantage, although if their castles
had been attacked, they would have defended them with the utmost
bravery. As it was, the Hellenes suffered considerable loss during the
seven days that they spent in passing through this country, and at the
end of the whole march, Xenophon declared that the Chalybeans were the
most warlike of all the many tribes with whom they had exchanged blows
in Asia.

After leaving their country, the Hellenes marched for four days through
the land of the Scythinians, until they came to some villages where
they rested for three days, and took in a fresh supply of food.

From thence, four more marches brought them to the rich and populous
city of Gymnias, which derived its wealth mainly from the produce of a
silver mine. It was the first city the Hellenes had seen for many long
weeks, and here they met with the agreeable surprise of being received
as friends. The governor paid them, unasked, the most welcome of all
attentions in sending them a guide, who undertook to bring them, within
five days, to a mountain from whence they could look down upon the
Black Sea. At hearing this promise the hearts of the Ten Thousand leapt
for joy, for hitherto they had been marching on and on without in the
least knowing how many more weary miles yet lay between them and the
sea.

But first the guide led them through a country of which the inhabitants
were at feud with the city of Gymnias, and desired them to lay waste
the land with fire and sword. It then appeared that the governor of
Gymnias had received them so kindly because he hoped to make use of
them. The Hellenes rendered him the service he required, and ravaged
the country, taking abundance of spoil.

Soon afterwards they came to the mountain of which the guide had
spoken, and began to ascend it. Suddenly Xenophon and the rear heard
a cry from the van, who had now reached the top, and the cry swelled
louder and louder as rank after rank came up to the place. Thinking
that there must be some unexpected attack, Xenophon urged on his horse,
and galloped forward to see what was the matter.

But as he came nearer, he perceived that it was no war-cry, but a
shout of joy. ‘Thalatta! Thalatta!’ was the cry, ‘The sea! The sea!’
And there, on the distant horizon, glittering in the sunlight, was a
narrow, silver streak, the long-looked-for goal of all their hopes.

The soldiers burst into tears of joy, poured forth congratulations
one to the other, threw themselves into the arms of their comrades
and their officers. Then some one suggested that they should raise a
trophy to commemorate the occasion, and all ran to get stones. These
they piled one upon another, and covered them with skins of animals for
decoration, and with shields which they had taken as spoil from the
enemy.

The guide had kept his word, and was generously rewarded, for out of
their poverty, the Hellenes presented him with a horse, a silver cup, a
Persian dress, and ten darics, equal to about ten guineas of our money.
He begged moreover for some of the rings that the soldiers wore on
their fingers, and a good many were given to him.

The Hellenes loved the sea as the Swiss love their Alps. Hardly
anywhere is there a country so sea-girt as Hellas. A glance at the map
will show the numberless bays and inlets by which the sea makes its way
to all parts of the country. Almost every Hellene had been born within
reach of the fresh salt breeze, had been familiar with the sea from his
childhood, had sailed over it in all directions, and was accustomed to
cherish for it the same sort of feeling as for that which he regarded
as the greatest of all blessings, namely freedom.

Now the sea was actually in sight, and a few more marches would
bring the weary soldiers to the Hellene colonies which lay scattered
all along its coast. There they would hear once more their own
mother-tongue, and be again among friends, among men of their own race,
whose help they could count upon in case of need.

For the last five months, ever since the battle of Cunaxa, they had
been engaged in a desperate struggle with difficulties of every kind,
surrounded on all sides by enemies of foreign race and alien tongue.
Now they saw before them the end of all their toils.

[Illustration: RUINS OF PERSEPOLIS: GATEWAY WITH WINGED BULLS]




XXXVIII

THE MACRONIANS AND THE COLCHIANS


Before parting from the Hellenes, the guide showed them a village where
they could rest for the night, and pointed out a road that led to the
country of the Macronians, through which they must next pass. Then he
took leave of them, and returned to his own people.

The country of the Macronians was bounded by a river, whose banks
were lined with trees, not large, but growing close together, and the
Hellenes set to work to cut down the trees, that they might throw
them into the river and so cross the more easily. Soon however there
appeared on the opposite bank a number of Macronians armed with spears
and shields, who began throwing stones at the Hellenes, although they
could not reach far enough to hit them.

Just then one of the soldiers went up to Xenophon and said, ‘When I was
quite a child, I was taken to Athens and sold as a slave, and I could
never discover who were my parents, nor to what race they belonged. But
now I hear the tongue which I remember to have spoken as a child. These
must be my countrymen. May I speak with them?’

‘By all means,’ answered Xenophon. ‘Ask them why they come out against
us, and seek to stop our way.’

The soldier translated this question, and soon reported the answer,
‘Because ye come as invaders into our country.’

‘Tell them,’ said Xenophon, ‘that we have been at war with the Great
King, and that we are now returning to our home, and only wish to reach
the sea as quickly as possible. Say also that we will not do them any
harm.’

The Macronians then asked if the Hellenes would make a treaty with
them, and give pledges to deal with them as with friends, and when the
generals had agreed to this, they came through the water to the other
side. The gods were called to witness, and as a pledge of friendship,
the Macronians gave to the Hellenes a Barbarian spear, and received
from them in return a Hellene spear.

After this the Macronians set to work to help the Hellenes in cutting
down trees to make a bridge, and re-crossed the river with their new
friends. They also brought barley and other food for sale, and at
parting supplied them with a guide to take them on to the next country,
which was inhabited by the Colchians.

In three days the Hellenes came to a chain of mountains already
occupied by the Colchians, who were drawn up against them in battle
array. The mountains were not too steep to be scaled, and the Hellenes
halted and took counsel as to how they could best make the attack.

It was at first proposed to advance in the form of a phalanx, that is
to say in long lines, each close behind the next, but Xenophon thought
there were many objections to this plan. ‘A phalanx,’ he said, ‘would
be liable to fall out of line in climbing the mountain, for in some
places we shall find the road good, and in other places bad. Moreover
if the phalanx is at all deep, the lines will not extend far enough to
outflank the enemy, and in that case they will be able to attack us at
the wings or in the rear. And on the other hand, if we extend our lines
far enough to obviate that danger, the phalanx will be shallow, and
easily broken through.

‘My advice is that we divide the hoplites into separate companies of a
hundred men each, and let them ascend in column, leaving spaces between
the columns, so that they may extend beyond the enemy’s line. The
bravest man in each company must head the column, and lead it up the
mountain by the best path he can find. The Colchians will not venture
to charge, for if they were to press in between the columns, they would
be surrounded by enemies on both sides.’

This plan was agreed upon, and the hoplites were formed into eighty
companies of a hundred men each, while the light-armed troops were
divided into three detachments of about six hundred men each, and
posted in the centre and at the two wings. Before advancing to the
battle, Xenophon addressed the troops in a soldier-like speech, short,
and to the point. ‘Comrades,’ he said, ‘these are the last enemies
that stand in our path. Let us eat them up alive, if we can, without
cooking.’

Having prayed and sung the battle-hymn, the Hellenes advanced bravely
up the mountain to meet the Colchians, who seeing that they were
outflanked, drew out their line to the right and left, leaving a gap
in the centre, of which the Hellenes were not slow to take advantage.
With a great shout they pressed forward to occupy the vacant space, and
when the Colchians saw that the two wings of their army were cut off
one from the other, they betook themselves to flight.

The Hellenes then crossed the mountain-range, and came, on the further
side, to some villages where they could rest and enjoy themselves at
the expense of the enemy.

In this district there were great quantities of bees, but the honey
which they made was of a peculiar kind, and very poisonous. After
eating it, the Hellenes were overcome with sickness, their senses left
them, and they were unable to stand. Those who had eaten but little of
the honey were like men intoxicated, while those who had eaten much
became quite mad, and some of them appeared to be at the point of
death. Hundreds lay on the ground unable to move, a prey to despair,
just as if some great defeat had recently taken place.

No one died however, and at the end of twenty-four hours they all
recovered their senses. In three or four days afterwards they were
nearly, if not quite, well again.




XXXIX

THE GAMES AT TREBIZOND


From the villages of the Colchians, two marches brought the Hellenes to
the city of Trebizond, an ancient Hellene colony on the coast of the
Black Sea. Now at last they had arrived at the sea, now they could rest
awhile among their own countrymen, and forget all the miseries they had
endured since taking service under the ill-fated Cyrus.

The people of Trebizond received them with great kindness, and made
them gifts of cattle, barley and wine. They also opened a market for
them, and brought abundance of goods for sale. By this time however
money had become very scarce among the Hellenes, but they were able to
provide themselves with food by making raids into the country of the
Colchians.

The march from Sardis to Cunaxa had occupied six months, the
return-journey from Cunaxa to Trebizond had lasted five months. It was
now February, and since December all the other trials of the retreat
had been aggravated by the intense cold which had cost many of them
their lives.

When reviewed by Cyrus before the battle of Cunaxa, the Hellenes had
numbered 13,000, but by the time they reached Trebizond, they had
become reduced to 8,600. Of those who were missing, some had been
killed by the enemy, and others had perished in the snow or had been
cut off by sickness. In round numbers they are always spoken of as the
famous Ten Thousand.

At the time of their greatest need, when Clearchus and the other
officers had been struck down by the treachery of Tissaphernes, the
Hellenes had vowed to offer sacrifices to the gods if ever they should
again be in a land peopled by men of their own race. When they made
the vow it seemed hardly possible to hope that they would ever be
in a position to fulfil it, but now the time had come, for now the
deliverance was accomplished.

It would have been a thing unknown for the Hellenes to celebrate any
great event without including among the ceremonies some contests of
physical strength and skill, which always attracted the presence of a
great crowd of spectators. Accordingly it was agreed that there should
be races of this kind on the occasion of the sacrifices offered as
thank-offerings to the gods for the safe return of the Ten Thousand,
and the arrangements were entrusted to a Spartan named Dracontius.

Dracontius could not arrange for races on the grand scale of the
celebrated games at Olympia to which all Hellas was accustomed to flock
once in every four years, but he was determined that at least there
should be no lack of amusement and excitement. Since he could not
command a fine level course strewn with sand, he chose instead a rugged
hill with a steep slope down to the sea, and when they asked him how it
would be possible to have a wrestling match on such rough ground, he
answered laughing, ‘Those who are thrown will get the hardest knocks.’

In accordance with the ancient custom, the first race was for boys,
but as among the soldiers there were no boys, this race was contested
by such of the prisoners as were still youths. Then came a foot-race
for which more than sixty Cretan soldiers had entered their names,
followed by a wrestling match, a boxing match, and the game called by
the Hellenes Pankration, which combined both wrestling and boxing.

All these games were watched with great enthusiasm by a crowd of
spectators, both men and women. Numbers of people had come out from the
town, dressed in their gayest apparel, and mingled with the soldiers,
lining both sides of the course. The successful combatants were greeted
with tremendous applause, and those who were defeated with shouts of
laughter.

Best as well as last of all, was the horse-race. The riders had to race
from the altar at the top of the hill down the slope to the sea, and
then turn and climb the hill again. They started off at full gallop,
but many of the horses tripped in the uneven ground, and rolled over
and over, while others who had gone down well enough, came toiling
back, unable to get beyond a walk. All this called forth peals of
laughter from the spectators, together with many shouts and cheers. The
prizes given to the winners were the skins of the animals that had been
slaughtered for the sacrifices.

Not far from the place chosen for the games was the spot where the
Argonauts were said to have landed long ago to win the Golden Fleece.
The story of Jason and his brave comrades was one of the old tales
that the Hellenes loved, of dauntless heroes helped by the gods to
accomplish tasks beyond the power of mortal men.

If that old story was remembered by the Hellene soldiers as they took
part in the games, they might have reflected with pride that although
there was nothing superhuman in the task which they had just brought
to a successful issue, yet it had nevertheless demanded courage and
endurance, and by the help of the gods they had triumphed. Many a time
there had seemed no possibility of escape, many a time they had been
within a hair’s-breadth of utter destruction, but at last they had
reached the goal. Certainly there was still a strain of the blood of
the heroes in the veins of the brave Ten Thousand.




XL

THE AFTER-LIFE OF XENOPHON


The Hellenes were now among their countrymen; but they still had many
difficulties to encounter, and many toils and dangers to pass through,
before they could actually reach their home. They could not get ships
enough to take so large a number by sea, and were obliged, for the most
part, to make their way on foot all along the Black Sea coast, getting
food, as best they could, by plundering any enemies within reach.

Xenophon had been anxious to return to Hellas as quickly as possible,
but he would not forsake his comrades, and determined to remain with
them as long as they needed his help and counsel. After a time,
however, the greater number of the soldiers decided to join the
Spartans, who were just then sending an expedition into Asia to make
war upon Tissaphernes, and Xenophon resigned his charge to the Spartan
general in command of the expedition.

Soon after leaving Trebizond, the spoil taken from the Colchians and
other enemies had been divided among the troops, a tenth part having
first been set aside for the god Apollo, and his sister, the goddess
Artemis, whose magnificent temple at Ephesus was one of the wonders of
the world. The share for the gods was assigned to the generals, to be
offered in any way that they might think best, and out of a part of the
treasure given to him for the goddess Artemis, Xenophon bought in after
years a piece of land near Olympia, and dedicated it to her service for
ever. It was a lovely spot, with a little stream running through it
called Selinus, which happened also to be the name of the river that
flows past the temple of Artemis at Ephesus, and like the Ephesian
Selinus, it was full of fish and mussels. There were groves, moreover,
and forests abounding in game, besides hilly ground, and pastures for
cattle, sheep and horses.

Here Xenophon built a temple to Artemis, and planted around it a grove
of many kinds of fruit-trees; and in the temple he placed an altar, and
an image of the goddess. The temple was like the temple at Ephesus,
only far smaller, and the image was like the image at Ephesus, but
instead of being made of gold, it was of cypress-wood. Lastly he set
up a column near the temple, and on it this inscription:--‘This place
is sacred to Artemis. He who lives here and enjoys the fruits of the
ground must every year offer the tenth part of the produce to the
goddess, and out of the residue keep the temple in repair. Should he
neglect this duty, the goddess will remember it against him.’

[Illustration: ARTEMIS.]

The first guardian of the temple was Xenophon himself. In this
beautiful place he settled down on retiring from the cares of public
life, and here he spent many happy years with his wife and two brave
sons, living to the age of ninety. Every year he made a feast in
the name of the goddess, and invited to it all the people of the
neighbourhood. Booths were erected for the reception of the guests, and
they were feasted on the produce of the sacred ground,--on barley and
wheaten bread, flesh of the flocks and herds, game caught in the chase
by Xenophon and his sons, wines and sweetmeats.

In his old age Xenophon had the grief of losing one of his dearly
loved sons, who fell in battle. The news was brought to him as he was
standing, crowned with a garland, before the image of the goddess,
about to offer a sacrifice. On hearing it he put off the garland, the
emblem of joy and gladness; but when he was told his son had fallen in
fair fight, after a brave resistance, he put on the garland again, and
ended the sacrifice, saying, ‘I knew that my child was mortal.’

It was no doubt in this pleasant retreat that Xenophon composed the
writings that have been handed down to us as a record of the events
which he saw with his own eyes, and in which he took an honourable and
distinguished part. Among them all there are no more graphic or more
interesting pages than those which describe the doings and sufferings
of the brave Ten Thousand.[16]

     [16] For further particulars of the life of Xenophon, see the
          detailed study prefixed by Mr. Dakyns to his translation
          of the works of Xenophon.


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