Farewell! Bartja sends his parting greetings.

He is on the road to the Tapuri." Atossa wiped away a tear in silence, but Kassandane answered: "You would have done well to allow the boy to remain here a few months longer.

Your commander, Megabyzus, could have subdued that small nation alone." "Of that I have no doubt," replied the king, "but Bartja desired an opportunity of distinguishing himself in the field; and for that reason I sent him." "Would he not gladly have waited until the war with the Massageta; where more glory might be gained ?" asked the blind woman.
"Yes," said Atossa, "and if he should fall in this war, you will have deprived him of the power of fulfilling his most sacred duty, of avenging the soul of our father!" "Be silent!" cried Cambyses in an overbearing tone, "or I shall have to teach you what is becoming in women and children.

Bartja is on far too good terms with fortune to fall in the war.

He will live, I hope, to deserve the love which is now so freely flung into his lap like an alms." "How canst thou speak thus ?" cried Kassandane.