The blood came back to his face, but these words cut him to the heart.

For the first time in his life his belief in the justice of the gods forsook him.
He called himself the victim of a cruel, inexorable fate, and felt like a bunted animal driven to its last gasp and hearing the dogs and sportsmen fast coming nearer.

He had a sensitive, childlike nature, which did not yet know how to meet the hard strokes of fate.

His body and his physical courage had been hardened against bodily and physical enemies; but his teachers had never told him how to meet a hard lot in life; for Cambyses and Bartja seemed destined only to drink out of the cup of happiness and joy.
Zopyrus could not bear to see his friend in tears.

He reproached the old man angrily with being unjust and severe.