I have a great deal to tell you, and some very sad news; I repeat that I must see you soon." The desperate laughter, which burst from her son cut his mother to the heart.

She stooped down and was going to kiss him, but Cambyses resisted her caresses, saying: "It is rather a doubtful honor, mother, to be one of your favorites.

Bartja did not wait to be sent for twice by that treacherous woman, and has disgraced himself by swearing falsely.

His friends, the flower of our young men, have covered themselves with indelible infamy for his sake; and through him, your best beloved daughter.

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