s vanity was
flattered by Nitetis' desire to win his approbation, and, accustomed as
he was to see women grow up in idleness and ignorance, thinking of
nothing but finery and intrigue, her persevering industry seemed to him
both wonderful and praise worthy. So he answered with evident
satisfaction: "I rejoice that we can speak without an interpreter.
Persevere in learning the beautiful language of my forefathers. Croesus,
who sits at my table, shall still remain your instructor."

"Your command confers happiness!" exclaimed the old man. "No more eager
or thankful pupil could be found, than the daughter of Amasis."

"She justifies the ancient report of the wisdom of Egypt," answered the
king, "and I can believe that she will quickly understand and receive
into her soul the religious instructions of our Magi."

Nitetis dropped her earnest gaze. Her fears were being realized. She
would be compelled to serve strange gods.

But her emotion passed unnoticed by Cambyses, who went on speaking: "My
mother Kassandane will tell you the duties expected from my wives.
To-morrow I myself will lead you to her. The words, which you innocently
chanced to hear, I now repeat; you please me well. Do nothing to alienate
my affection. We will try to make our country agreeable, and, as your
friend, I counsel you to treat Boges whom I sent as my forerunner, in a
kind and friendly manner. As head over the house of the women, you will
have to conform to his will in many things."

"Though he be head over the house of the women," answered Nitetis,
"surely your wife is bound to obey no other earthly will than yours. Your
slightest look shall be for me a command; but remember that I am a king's
daughter, that in my native land the weaker and the stronger sex have
equal rights, and that the same pride reigns in my breast, which I see
kindling in your eyes, my lord and king! My obedience to you, my husband
and my ruler, shall be that of a slave, but I can never stoop to sue for
the favor, or obey the orders of a venal servant, the most unmanly of his
kind!"

Cambyses' wonder and satisfaction increased. He had never heard any woman
speak in this way before, except his mother; the clever way in which
Nitetis acknowledged, and laid stress on, his right to command her every
act, was very flattering to his self-love, and her pride found an echo in
his own haughty disposition. He nodded approvingly and answered: "You
have spoken well. A separate dwell