But Atossa showed no signs of being disturbed.

On the contrary, she smiled more sweetly than ever, though there was perhaps a slight affectation of sadness in her voice as she answered: "Do not fear to hurt me by referring to those times, dear princess.

I am accustomed to speak of them well enough.

Yes, indeed I remember that great day, with the bright sun shining upon the procession, and the cars with four horses that they dedicated to the sun, and the milk-white horse that they slaughtered upon the steps of the temple.

How I cried for him, poor beast! It seemed so cruel to sacrifice a horse! Even a few black slaves would have been a more natural offering, or a couple of Scythians." "I remember," said Nehushta, somewhat relieved at the queen's tone.