We number in all ten men, and of these only three have swords; our enemies, on the other hand, number at least a hundred, and are armed to the teeth." "Lydian!" cried Aristomachus, "wert thou ten times more fainthearted than thou art, and were our enemies double their number, I at least, will fight them!" Phanes grasped his friend's hand.

Gyges turned pale.

This brave warrior had called him fainthearted; and again he could find no words to answer; for at every stirring emotion his tongue failed him.

Suddenly the blood mounted to his face; his words came quickly and with decision: "Athenian, follow me! and thou, Spartan, who art not wont to use words heedlessly, call no man fainthearted again before thou knowest him.

Friends, Phanes is safe, Farewell, father!" The remaining guests surveyed these two departing men in silent wonder.
As they stood there, silently listening, the sound of two horses galloping swiftly away fell on their ear, and after a longer interval a prolonged whistle from the Nile and a cry of distress.
"Where is Knakias ?" said Rhodopis to one of her slaves.
"He went into the garden with Phanes and the Persian," was the answer, and as it was being spoken, the old slave re-entered, pale and trembling.
"Have you seen my son ?" cried Croesus.