mb in
the city of the dead should be built for thee as a compensation for the
loss of papers, which, in order to save Egypt, we were unfortunately
forced to destroy. On its walls thou canst behold pleasing paintings of
the gods to whom thou hast devoted thy life, the most sacred chapters
from the book of the dead, and many other beautiful pictures touching
thine own life and character."

"The physician turned very pale--asked first to see his books, and then
his new and beautifully-fitted-up tomb. He then gave his slaves their
freedom, (notwithstanding which they were still taken to Memphis as
prisoners of war), and went home, often passing his hand across his
forehead on the way, and with the uncertain step of one intoxicated. On
reaching his house he made a will, bequeathing all he possessed to the
grandson of his old servant Hib, and, alleging that he was ill, went to
bed. The next morning he was found dead. He had poisoned himself with
the fearful strychnos-juice."

"Miserable man" said Croesus. "The gods had blinded him, and he reaped
despair instead of revenge, as a reward for his treachery."

"I pity him," murmured Rhodopis. "But look, the rowers are taking in
their oars. We are at the end of our journey; there are your litters and
carriages waiting for you. It was a beautiful trip. Farewell, my dear
ones; come to Naukratis soon, I shall return at once with Theopompus and
Syloson. Give little Parmys a thousand kisses from me, and tell Melitta
never to take her out at noon. It is dangerous for the eyes. Good-night,
Croesus; good-night, friends, farewell my dear son."

The Persians left the vessel with many a nod and farewell word, and
Bartja, looking round once more, missed his footing and fell on the
landing-pier.

He sprang up in a moment without Zopyrus' help, who came running back,
calling out, "Take care, Bartja! It's unlucky to fall in stepping
ashore. I did the very same thing, when we left the ship that time at
Naukratis."

CHAPTER XIV.

While our friends were enjoying their row on the Nile, Cambyses' envoy,
Prexaspes, had returned from a mission to the long-lived Ethiopians. He
praised their strength and stature, described the way to their country
as almost inaccessible to a large army, and had plenty of marvellous
tales to tell. How, for instance; they always chose the strongest
and handsomest man in their nation for their king, and obeyed him
unconditionally: how many of them reached the