"At sunrise to-morrow a ship sails for Miletus laden with Egyptian corn, but not from Naukratis, from Canopus.

Take the noble Persian's horse and ride thither.

We will cut a way for you through the garden." "But," said Gyges, "our little band is not strong enough to carry out such an attempt.

We number in all ten men, and of these only three have swords; our enemies, on the other hand, number at least a hundred, and are armed to the teeth." "Lydian!" cried Aristomachus, "wert thou ten times more fainthearted than thou art, and were our enemies double their number, I at least, will fight them!" Phanes grasped his friend's hand.

Gyges turned pale.