For instance, we will ask the Indians if they would feel proud to obey your sceptre, Cambyses.

If they answer no, it is a sign that they do not love us, and whoever does not love us, must be our enemy." "That won't do," cried Zopyrus.

"We must have war at any price." "I vote for Croesus," said Gobryas.

"And I too," said the noble Artabazus.
"We are for Hystaspes," shouted the warrior Araspes, the old Intaphernes, and some more of Cyrus's old companions-in-arms.
"War we must have at any price," roared the general Megabyzus, the father of Zopyrus, striking the table so sharply with his heavy fist, that the golden vessels rang again, and some goblets even fell; "but not with the Massagetac--not with a flying foe." "There must be no war with the Massagetae," said the high-priest Oropastes.

"The gods themselves have avenged Cyrus's death upon them." Cambyses sat for some moments, quietly and coldly watching the unrestrained enthusiasm of his warriors, and then, rising from his seat, thundered out the words: "Silence, and listen to your king!" The words worked like magic on this multitude of drunken men.